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of all the comforts this world could afford, but was ſtill diſconſolate, in conſideration of my heavy loſs, and ſo dreſſed myſelf in mourning, and thus paſſed through ſome loneſome day and weariſome nights, for a conſiderable time, at length being deſirous to obtain ſome relief, I began to ſeek after various means of recreations, until viewing one particular ſcene which brought the death of my huſband to my mind with ſuch powerful ſenſations, that I head nearly fainted. The ſhortneſs of life, and certainty of death; the fading nature of all worldly enjoyments were then plain to my view, and my diſtreſs was inexpreſſible. I went home, took my bed with a heavy heart drowned in melancholy, and with penſive mind and wearied limbs, I fell aſleep and dreamed[1]. I thought I was in a beautiful place as ever I ſaw; where there was all the moſt truly delightful and faſhionable things in the world; alſo cards and dice, plays that I had been familiar with in my younger days. We drank wine out of golden bowls, and had every thing the world deem delightful. I ſat at the card table with an Epiſcopalian prieſt, and took a golden bowl and drank a health to him, and then caſting my eyes forward, I beheld a beautiful field adorned with flowers of various kinds and fine colours and a great company of ſhining people, dreſſed in white
- ↑ Although ſome people may make light of all dreams yet I would beg your pardon for inſerting this, for it was peculiarly (illegible text)ting to me, however fooliſh it may look to others.
