is way to Jerusalem.

The Prophet said he only waited for a Tunisian vessel to set
sail with his brother Cooke, and nine other of his brethren.
Upon being questioned as to his inducing those men to leave
their families, he said he did not take them, a higher power
took them. After having stated the manner in which he had
been pulled out of the bed, and declared that he forgave his
enemies, he said, in answer to a question whether he was at
Brixton, and worked there, "Yea," and to the question
whether he liked it, "Nay."

Cooke, the shoe-maker, then stepped forward, and told the
Magistrate that he was determined to follow his brother
Decker to Jerusalem, but that the parish should suffer no
inconvenience, for he should take his son with him on his
pilgrimage. He said that they should not preach again where
they had been so abused, but should remove to a house near
the National School, in St. George's Fields, where they
would preach till the day of their departure.

The Magistrate assured the Prophet that he should be
committed if he preached again without a license, which he
might have next Sessions for four-pence. The Prophet was
then discharged.

Decker, it appeared, had baptized seventeen persons, since
he commenced his labours in St. George's Fields.

~184~~ No remonstrances of Dashall were of any avail in inducing the
pertinacious fanatic to forego his resolution of a pilgrimage to the
Holy Land, and when the inquisitive numbers who still lingered in front
of the tavern had dispersed, Cooke, with appropriate acknowledgment of
the protection which had been afforded him, took his leave, after having
unsuccessfully endeavoured to make converts of Dashall and the Squire
to the tenets of Prophet Decker, or to prevail on them to accompany the
sacred band in the projected expedition to Jerusalem.

CHAPTER XIV

My son, time was when by necessity,
(Nought else could move me to the enterprize,)
My steps were urg'd to London's wide domains,
I made my will, as prudent friends advis'd;--
For little wot they, that beset with peril,
I ever should return.--Safe though thou speed'st
To London's wond'rous mart, thy pleasaut way,
Think not that dangers cease, they but begin,
When ent'ring the metrop'lis; slowly th