A full Account from ●RELAND, OF THE Maid at Dublin; Miraculously struck by the Hand of Heaven, and Burning by a Supernatural Fire; In which deplorable condition she still continues: With her penitent behaviour and discourses since the recovery of her Speech.  
And other Remarkable Passages relating to this Stupendious Judgement.  
As Communicated in a Letter received by the last Post, Jan. 14. from Mr. Mount her Master, living in Christ-Church-Yard in Dublin.  
●s also several Historical Instances in the like kind; Published for a Warning for all to avoid such Profane Exec●ations.  When Gods judgements are upon the earth, let the Inhabitants learn Righteousness. 
With Allowance.  
Printed for P. Brooksby, and sold by R. Kell, a● the Blue-anchor, in Pie-corner.   

A Full Account from IRELAND. Of the Maid at Dublin.  
COnversation, if corrupt, will soon infect the judgement, Vicious lives, and unsound opinions being for the most part like Ice and Water, which mutually produce each other: When People by horrid Impieties have so far forfeited all hopes of happiness, as it is become their interest, there were neither God nor Devil, no future reward nor punishment: it is no wonder if they first wish, and at last come to believe that there may be none: from this accursed fountain proceeds that inundation of Atheism, which too far has overwhelmed our ungodly Age, and to that bitter root must we refer those spreading branches of Infidelity, which vainly endeavour to clould all instances of Divine judgements upon notorious sinners, with a shadow of Fiction or improbability.  
The deplorable condition of the unhappy Maid at Dublin, who lies severely languishing under the severe rod of incensed Heaven, is sufficiently notorious in itself to challenge belief from any person not obstinately incredulous, and at once affect our Hearts with trembling and our eyes with tears, at the relation of so eminent and dreadful a punishment: It is not a thing that happened many Ages since, in some strange remote Regions, or done in a corner, but in this very Month of January, amongst our own people, in our Sister Nation, and chief City of that Kingdom, confirmed and attested (without injuring truth, I may affirm it) by some hundreds of Letters, to persons of repute in this City of London, from their Friends and Correspondencies.  
Some brief account of it has already been made public, what further tidings we have received by Letters of a fresher date, we shall here acquaint you: but first be pleased to take the matter of fact fully and truly as it happened, which is thus.  
This party, or wretched subject, whose Name we have no Commission to discover, and for several reasons think fit to conceal,) was Servant-Maid to one Mr. Mount, living in Christ-Church Yard in Dublin, a person of good account and worth, and indeed she seemed to be a better Servant than a Christian, for though she would very orderly dispatch her houshold-work, yet she had got a most wicked habit or custom, when she was asked any question, to answer with an Imprecation or Confirmative Curse on herself, Let me be burned, or, The Devil burn me, if it be not so: particularly one day, on occasion of something being lost, or mislaid (what it was is variously reported, but most agree it was a Silver Tankard) she was very seriously examined about it, and after several stout denials, several times repeated her wont Curse, saying often very solemnly: The Devil burn me alive if I know any thing of it, or what's become of it, or to that wicked effect: insomuch that her Mistress reproved her for it, and advised her to forbear such extravagant and prophain expressions, though she seemed not at all to regard her pious Admonitions: But that evening her Master and Mistress being gone to bed, and she left up alone, about her usual occasions, her Master was on a sudden, towards midnight, surprised with the noise of a strange and unusual Groaning, which after some time obliged him to get up to satisfy his curiosity, what might be the cause of such heart-piercing moans, which seemed as the last Accents of some miserable departing soul: no sooner came he downstairs into the Kitchen, but he finds his Maid lying in a most miserable condition, for though she were alive, she was senseless, and all her fingers, hands, arms, and face wonderfully burnt, and yet neither fire nor candle near her, and (as it appeared afterwards) she burned in the same manner in other parts of the body, and yet her  not prejudiced in the least, when they went to touch her, her Flesh felt hot, as not to be endured, and it appeared to be a kind of burning far different from our common f●●e it was only in the skin and superfines of the flesh and that it does somewhat waste, but not violently consume, nor sink far deep to destroy the vital parts, so that she appears a perfect emblem of infernal misery, still burning without consuming, and dying without being able to die.  
Several Physicians were sent for, but in vain, this was no Erisephelas or S. Anthony's fire, nor lies it in the verge of Art. but only in the merciful power of the Omnipotent Physician, to restore them whom he has visited to make them Monuments of his justice. She was removed into Exchequer-Lane, where she was visited by the greatest part of the City with admiration, remaining for 2 whole days, without being able to speak; or appearing to have the use of any of her senses: but on the third day, it pleased the Lord to restore her understanding and speech, which she no sooner received, but being asked how she came into that deplorable condition, she with many sighs answered, That she was taken on a sudden as if she had been fling into a mighty fierce fire, and that the torment thereof was still beyond expression, but she acknowledged it to be a Visitation from heaven and a just judgement of God upon her, for her wicked Cursing, and Prophain wishes: being further discoursed with, she seemed too inclinable to despair, alleging that she had been so notorious a sinner, that God-would never pardon her, but had cut her off for ever, and visibly damned her to eternity, whereupon several able Divines were sent for, whom she entertained very patiently: they applied the Balm of Gilead to her wounded Spirit, and supported her Heart with those Rich Cordials of promises of pardon and forgiveness, wherewith the Book of God is plentifully stored: These they so excellently opened, and so closely brought them home to her condition, that she seemed to receive some satisfaction from their discoursed and at last burst out into this pathetical Ejaculation. And is there still mercy and pardon for so vile a wretch as I! Oh my God, though my present pain be very grievous, yet let me suffer it for many years, so I may but enjoy thee at last.  
They concluded that day with prayer, wherein she seemed very devout and much affected: Every day since she has been visited by able Men, and gives very satisfactory answers, acknowledging her Sins and God's justice, in laying this affliction upon her, so that 'tis generally hoped that this temporal judgement is inflicted on her, that she may escape Death Eternal.  
See continues still in the same condition, and can receive food, but takes so very little of it at a time, that it is believed that unless God restore her, she will in short time waste away.  
Our last Letters that gave any account of her, were dated the Fourteenth of this instant january; and we can say no more of her, but leave her to the infinite mercies of her Almighty Creator, hoping (which she also often expresses to be the great desire of her heart) that her example may Warn and deter all others that see her, or shall hear this faithful Relation of her condition, to avoid and abandon all such horrid Execrations, Curse, wicked wishes, and profane expressions, lest a worse thing come upon them.  Tunc tua Res agiter paries cum proximus ardet. 
Shall the Lion Roar, and we not tremble, or the tempest of God's wrath be so effectually and miraculously powered down, and we presume to practise the very same sins for which this poor Creature is made a Monument of Divine justice and dreadful spectacle of misery; as the holy Scriptures (wherein such judgements come to pass) for our instruction, and no doubt every one ought to reap profit to himself by such Examples, as well those which are presented daily to them by experience, as those that have been done in Ages past, and are by the benefit of History preserved from oblivion: of which latter kind give us leave to add one or two from Authentic Authors, somewhat Resembling this modern one we have here Related.  
An eminent Author in his Comment upon the 15 Chap. of the first Epistle to the Corinthians, tells us of a Rude Debauch in Germany, who amongst other Extravagancies, had got a habit that the Devil must come in almost every sentence that past his Lips, if walking he treads awry, if any thing hurt or anger him; or the like, strait the Devil must be in his Mouth; for which, though he were often Reproved by some godly Neighbours, yet it was in vain, he continued his detestable Phrase, till one time passing over a Bridge, he fell down, or stumbled, and in his fall (instead of calling upon God) uttered these words, Hoist up with a hundred Devils: which he had no sooner spoken, but the Devil whom he had so often invoked, did appear and strangled him, and carried away his Carcase.  
A Carter in Stafford-shire Riding before on the Shafts as he drove his Teem, fell into a horrid fit of Swearing and cursing the poor Cattle, wishing a plague of God for 'em, etc. but going in his fury to leap down to beat them, he accidentally fell down, and the Wagon being heavy loaded, the Wheels run over his head and neck, and miserably bruised him to pieces.  
A Shoemaker living some years since in London, had a wicked custom of swearing that horrid Oath, By God's Blood; one Evening as he was often repeating it, being in a great Rage with a Apprentice, his Nose immediately fell a bleeding, which by no means could be staunched, so that he bled to Death in that sad manner.  
At St. Gallus, a Town in Helvetia, a poor Man that got his living by whit'ning Linen, having brutified himself with drink, vomited out many tirrible Curses, as well against himself, as others; amongst the rest, he wished if ever he went into the Fields to his old trade, that the Devil might come and break his neck: but when sleep had allayed the fumes of his Liquor, and sobriety restored his senses, he went again to his old Trade, remembering indeed his late words, but not regarding them; however, the Devil to show his diligence, attended him at the place and asked him if he remembered his offer and engagement, and whether he might not justly break his neck, and withal struck the poor man, trembling with fear, over the shoulders, that his feet and hands presently dried up, so that he was not able to stir, till by the help of men he was carried home, the Lord not giving Satan so much power as he wished himself, yet permitting him so far to plague him, for his amendment, and our example.  
The Saxon Chronicles relate of Henry Earl of Schwartburg, who used commonly to wish he might be drowned or stifled in a House of Office, if he did not so, or so, and as he wished, he was served, being Murdered in the Privy belonging to St. Peter's Monastery in Erford.  
In the year of our Lord .1649. a certain rump-Souldier quartering at Ware, went down with some persons of the Town into the Meadows, where he would needs go into the River to wash himself, but seeing the water very shallow, he asked whether the River were no where deeper that he might swim? whereupon they shown him another place, but withal told him, it was not only exceeding deep but dangerous, because there was there a kind of Whirlpool: To whom he desperately replied, I care not, let it be as deep as Hell I'll in, let it whirl me to the Devil: And immediately saying this, he jumped into the River, but sunk to rights, and was never seen more.  
Conradus in his Theatrum Memorabilium, tells upon his own knowledge of a Lady in Bavaria, that being suspected by her Husband of too much familiarity with a young Baron dwelling near, and once in particular upon some very violent suspicions taxed for keeping him company, denied all Correspondence with him, with a thousand protestations; and being then great with-child, solemnly wished that she might never be delivered of that Child she then went withal, or that it might prove a Monster, if she were ever guilty of any undecent or unchaste Conversation with that Gentleman; With which Asseverations, her Husband being satisfied, quitted his jealousies, and received her into favour as much as ever. But about two months after when her time was out, she fell into Labour, and continued so in extremity of pangs for five whole days, and could by no help nor Art be delivered, so that at last being just ready to give up the Ghost, she openly acknowledged it to be a Righteous judgement both for such her cursed wish and filthy Adultery. For this the Birth she was then in Travel with, was not of her Husbands begetting, but the  Barons, saying which, she miserably died, and being afterwards opened, behold a Monster indeed in her Womb, for it had the perfect body of a Male-child, but the head craftily like an Owls, and the feet with slaven 〈◊〉 like those of an Ox: A dreadful Examples of Divine vengeance. 1. Against Adultery, and 2ly. Against all such profane Imitations; and which may warn all, especially Women, in such a condition, to set a Watch before their Lips, lest God should visit for such R●sh and wicked speeches, in that terrible hour of pangs and tortures, which Eves Transgression has entailed on that Sex in Childbearing.  
A Fisherman belonging to bright Hempston in Sussex, coming home with his Boat loaden with Mackarells, and they being the first that had been taken that year, abundant of People flocked about him to buy them, and some of them would needs go into his Boat; whereat he being mightily enraged, cried out, God confound me if I do not break your necks, and catching up a pole, went furiously to strike at them; but fell backward and broke his own Neck, so that he never spoke a word after words.  
A Person in the Lower Helvetia, in the year 1652. having privately borrowed a sum of money of a friend without any witness, or any thing to show for it, after he had made use of it a long time, and the Person that furnished him had occasion for it again, grew so ungratefully 〈…〉 deny the Receipt of it, or that he 〈…〉 him any thing, facing down the good 〈◊〉 Man impudently with Oaths and protestations, who seeing no Remedy, left him, desiring him to lay the thing to his Conscience, etc. After he was gone, this Villain being at dinner with his Wife, began to glory of his exploit, in cheating the man of his money. To whom the Woman, being of better Principles, answered, I wonder Husband how you dare do these things! Pish, says he, in scorn, you are a fool, who dares not forswear himself for such a sum, deserves to die a Beggar? I'll warrant thee Wench, a Lie never chokes me. But behold the just hand of God in this presumptuous wretch, for immediately as he spoke these Words, a piece of Rind of Bacon, which he was eating, stuck in his Throat, and so continued 24 hours, not to be moved by any Art, till he died, being choked, notwithstanding his impudent bragging with that Lie in his mouth, those being the last Words he was ever able audibly to utter.  
But most opposite is that of a young Courtier of Mansfield, mentioned by Cyracus in his Treatise, De Elegantijs veteris Adami. This Gallant had a wicked custom in any earnest Asseveration, to say, The Devil take me if it be not so: The Devil to gratify 〈…〉 took him one day while he slept, and 〈…〉 out of a high window: where, though by 〈◊〉 providence he received no great harm▪ 〈…〉 learn thence to bridle his tongue from all such cursed Speeches for the future.  
Which use I hope all considerate persons will think of our well-intending pains in publishing the present Relation.  — Felix quem faciunt. 
FINIS.