Ap. 23. God very good to me and mine in many mercies, the season, moist, war and so very fruitful, the lord makes my heart sensible of its deadness, and vanity, but I do not find my heart watchful, oh that I called(,) resist Satan then he would fly from me. I was very apprehensive of my sudden going up to London, but through mercy, this night I had word to the contrary.