was heard whistling and singing in a kind of a quagmire.  He was now affected as he was wont to be in his fits, so that none regarded what he said; but coming to himself an hour after, he solemnly protested, that the daemon carried him so high that he saw his master’s house underneath him no bigger than a hay-cock, that he was in perfect sense, and prayed God not to suffer the Devil to destroy him; that he was suddenly set down in that quagmire.  The workmen found one shoe on one side of the house, and the other shoe on the other side; his periwig was espied next morning hanging on the top of a tall tree.  It was soon observed, that Fry’s part of his body that had laid in the mud, was much benumed, and therefore the next Saturday, which was the eve of Low-Sunday, they carried him to Crediton to be let blood; which being done, and the company having left him for a little while, returning they found him in a fit, with his forehead all bruised and swoln to a great bigness, none able to guess how it came, till he recovered himself, and then he told them, that a bird flew in at the window with a great force, and with a stone in its mouth flew directly against his forehead.  The people looked for it, and found on the ground just under where he sat, not a stone, but a weight of brass or copper, which the people were breaking, and parting it among themselves.  He was so very ill, that he could ride but one mile or little more that night, since which time I have not heard of him, save that he was ill handled the next day, being Sunday.  Indeed Sir, you may wonder that I have not visited that house, and the poor afflicted people; especially, since I was so near, and passed by the very door:  but besides that, they have called to their assistance none but nonconforming ministers.  I was not qualified to be welcome there, having given Mr. Furze a great deal of trouble the last year about a conventicle in his house, where one of this parish was the preacher.  But I am very well assured of the truth of what I have written, and (as more appears) you shall hear from me again.

I had forgot to tell you that Fry’s mother came to me, grievously bewailing the miserable condition of her son.  She told me, that the day before he had five pins thrust into his side.  She asked; and I gave her the best advice I could.  Particularly, that her son should declare all that the spectre, especially the woman gave him in charge, for I suspect, there is “aliquid latens”; and that she should remove him thence by all means.  But I fear that she will not do it.  For I hear that Anne Langdon is come into my parish to her mother, and that she is grievously troubled there.  I might have written as much of her, as of Fry, for she had been as ill treated, saving the aerial journey.  Her fits and obsessions seem to be greater, for she screeches in a most hellish tone.  Thomasin Gidley (though removed) is in trouble I hear.