tion, and if it had a wall round about it reaching to the sun,
and if it had as many armies as it has men, and every soldier had the
strength of Goliah, and if their navies could cover the ocean, and if
there were none to peep out or move the tongue against them, yet I dare
not doubt of their destruction, when the Lord hath sworn by his life,
that he will avenge the breach of covenant. When, and by whom, and in
what manner, he will do it, I do profess ignorance, and leave it to his
glorious majesty, his own latitude, and will commit it him, &c.

"My lord, I live and will die, and if I be called home before that time,
I am in the assured hopes of the ruin of all God's enemies in the land,
so I commit your lordship and your lady to the grace of God.

JOHN M'CLELLAND."

A very little after he wrote this letter, in one of his sermons he
exprest himself much to the same purpose, thus, "The judgments of
England shall be so great, that a man shall ride fifty miles through the
best plenished parts of England, before they hear a cock crow, a dog
bark, or see a man's face." Also he further asserted, "That if he had
the best land of all England, he would make sale of it for two shillings
the acre, and think he had come to a good market[74]." And although this
may not have had its full accomplishment as yet, yet there is ground to
believe that it will be fulfilled, for the Lord will not alter the word
that is gone out of his mouth.

Mr. M'Clelland continued near twelve years at Kirkcudbright. About the
year 1650, he was called home to his Father's house, to the full
fruition of that which he had before seen in vision.

He was a man most strict and zealous in his life, and knew not what it
was to be afraid of any man in the cause of God, being one who was most
nearly acquainted with him, and knew much of his Master's will. Surely
the Lord doth nothing but what he revealeth to his servants the
prophets.

A little before his death he made the following epitaph on himself.

Come, stingless death, have o'er, lo! here's my pass,
In blood character'd, by his hand who was
And is and shall be. Jordan cut thy stream,
Make channels dry. I bear my Father's name
Stampt on my brow. I'm ravish'd with my crown.
I shine so bright, down with all glory, down,
That world can give. I see the peerless port,
The golden street, the blessed soul's resort,
The tree of life, floods gushing from the throne
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