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the Shudder of a Horfe after fwimming, more ftrong 
than that of a Dog ; while the fame Bell founded 
all in Confufion, as if it had been pack’d and tofs’d 
in a Hamper. 
The 13th of March, in the Evening abQut Sun- 
fet, the Sky was dreadfully charged with a deep 
Purple mixed with Red, which, from the Weft, 
tinged the Clouds by the Sourh quite to the Eaft ; 
and was fucceeded by a clear effulgent Crimfon or 
Pink-Colour, luminous, as deep, as ever Eye pierced 
into the azure Blue. 
I neither have met with, nor heard of, any Per- 
fon, who felt this ftcond Shake which I have de- 
feribed. But, if any Memorials are to be preferved 
of thefe feveral Shocks, all which I have felt moft 
diftinttly, 1 think this ought not to be forgot ; be- 
caufe I do not apprehend it to have been ftrong 
enough to have waked any Perfon, nor to alarm 
even any one awake in Bed. And as for thofe who 
were up, and on foot, I do not think they could 
have perceived it, if 1 may judge by fuch a one, 
which I once felt by a ftngle Start of my Chair, 
without knowing what it was, till I compar'd Notes 
with my more experienc’d Neighbours. 
To conclude, this ought not to exempt us from 
Fear, but to awaken ourTruft in Providence ; ftnee 
Nature works, and few perceive it ; and when fhe 
works, whom fhe has a Mind to favc are fafe, and 
thofe fhe intends to deftroy cannot efcape. Within our- 
fel-ves we find Strength or Weaknels to bear her ex- 
traordinary Touches; but to fly from them, even 
an Immortal cannot 5 fince her Hand reaches over 
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