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many faithful & seasonable checks
of conscience, & the repeated earnest
reproofs of my d<hi rend="underline"><hi rend="superscript">r</hi></hi> Father I went on
in vanity, altho' many times <add>so</add> <emotion>distressed
& condemned</emotion>, that when I went to bed,
I kept awake as long as I could, <emotion>fearing
I should never open my eyes again,
but in never ending misery.</emotion> In <date>1774</date>
various circumstances happened wt
which plainly indicated that the Lord
was hedging my way with thorns. These
led me to more serious inflexion, &
as I began more frequently to attend
at the B<hi rend="underline"><hi rend="superscript">r</hi></hi><hi rend="superscript">n's</hi> Chapel, which I had never
entirely forsaken, the discourses of the
<persname>B</persname><hi rend="underline"><hi rend="superscript"><persname>r</persname></hi></hi><hi rend="superscript"><persname>n</persname></hi><persname> Bochler</persname>, <persname>Latrobe</persname> & <persname>Rogers</persname> were
brought home with power & with the
demonstration of the Spirit to my heart,
& I thought them particularly addressed
to me. About this time my mind was
impressed with a wish to return to the
B<hi rend="underline"><hi rend="superscript">r</hi></hi><hi rend="superscript">n</hi> but finding myself bound with the
fetters of a worldly engagement I