THERE is a strange Prophet, now in England, who knowes no Parents, neither did he ever suck his Mo­thers Brests; he hath a red Beard, and goes Bare-foot like a Gray-frier. He wears no Hat, and his Coat is party-coloured; it's neither Dyed, Knit, Woven, nor Spun; it's made neither of Silk, Hair, Linnen, nor Wollen, but naturally of a good colour and gloss. He drinks no Wine, nor Beer, but Wa­ter; and contents himself with a moderate Diet. He esteems not Money, neither will he receive it if profered unto him. He walks neither with Stick, Staff, nor Sword; yet he Marcheth Boldly in the face of his Enemies: and can, if he pleaseth, encounter with the stoutest that wears an head. He is often abused by Wicked Men, yet he takes it patiently. He lets all Men alone with their Religion; neither doth he dispute with any about it. He complains of the Protestants, and inclines to the Papists, who use him kindly in Lent. He sleeps in no Bed, but standing or sitting; and is Admi­red by all Men for his Watchfullness; He Crys out upon the Wicked World with outstretcht Arms. He is so skiled in all Lan­guages, that Men of all Nations can understand him. He raiseth up Men, by declaring that the Day of the Lord is at hand! The Doors and Windows flie open when he Prophesies, Day and Night; and Men find the Effects true. He was with Noah in the Ark, and with Christ when he was Crucified. He denies no Article of the Christian Faith.

He was lately at Rochester.