tupidity, approving of his former courses, and in that
situation he died, May 2, 1615.--_Calderwood and others._

MR. ALEX^R. FORBES, a bird of the same feather, was first made bishop of
Caithness, then of Aberdeen. He was not only an enemy to the faithful
servants of Christ, but even of such a poor, low disposition, and such a
table friend and flattering spunger, that he was nicknamed Collie;
because so impudent and shameless that he would follow the lords of
session, advocates, &c. when they went to dinner, and cringe about,
and sometimes follow them uncalled, and sit down in their houses at
table.--At last he was seized with sickness at Leith, and fell under
sore remorse of conscience for his past life: he sent for bishop
Spotiswood, and would gladly have communicated his mind to him; but it
seems he would not leave his playing at cards (albeit it was on the
Sabbath day), and so he in this condition died.--_Calderwood._

MR. ANDREW FORRESTER, sometime minister at Dunfermline, when sent to the
General Assembly 1610, was by his brethren adjured, that, as he should
answer to Jesus Christ, he should consent to no alteration in the
government of the church: yet, having received 50 merks from Dumbar, (a
small equivalent to the cause of Christ) he voted for prelacy. After
which, he was convicted of taking silver out of the poor's box with
false keys, and then fell into a fearful distemper, insomuch that, from
some words of the chancellor apprehending he should be hanged, he run
out of the pulpit one day when going to preach, in a fit of distraction,
confessing he had sold Christ at that assembly. He was also seized with
sickness. Mr. Row made him a visit, and found him in a lamentable
condition. He asked, if he was persuaded that God had called him to the
ministry. He answered, "Nay, I ever sought the world, and so is seen on
me." He next asked, what he got at the assembly for selling the
liberties of the church? He answered, 50 merks, at which his horror
recurred, apprehending that he was instantly to be executed. Mr. Row
desired him to pray; he said he could not. Mr. Row prayed, in time of
which the buttons burst off his breast, and the blood gushed terribly
both from mouth and nose. After prayer, he asked, if he was prepared for
death? He answered, no, woes me. Next day he made him another visit, and
found him senseless and stupid, and so left him. After which he died in
great infamy, poverty and misery. Nor was Mr. Pato