I applied to the Quakers, but met with no
success; this was one of the greatest trials I ever met with, as we did
not know what to do with our poor baby.--At length I resolv'd to dig a
grave in the garden behind the house, and bury her there; when the
Parson of the parish sent for me to tell me he would bury the child, but
did not chuse to read the burial service over her. I told him I did not
mind whether he would or not, as the child could not hear it.
We met with a great deal of ill treatment after this, and found it very
difficult to live.--We could scarcely get work to do, and were obliged
to pawn our cloaths. We were ready to sink under our troubles.--When I
purposed to my wife to go to _Kidderminster_ and try if we could do
there. I had always an inclination for that place, and now more than
ever as I had heard _Mr. Fawcet_ mentioned in the most respectful
manner, as a pious worthy Gentleman; and I had seen his name in a
favourite book of mine, Baxter's _Saints everlasting rest_, and as the
Manufactory of _Kidderminster_ seemed to promise my wife some
employment, she readily came into my way of thinking.
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