Sad News from Salisbury, And other Parts of the West of ENGLAND.

Being an Account of a most sad and Dreadful Frost and Snow, which hapned on the 23d. of De­cember, 1684. in and about most Parts of the West of England, which Froze to Death many poor passengers who Travelled the Rode, besides many Beasts, Incredible to believe, but that some who were in the same Storm are alive to justifie the truth thereof, the like scarce ever be­ing known in this Kingdom.

To the Tune of, Aim not too High.
GOod Christians all that live both far & near,
A sad and dreadful story you shall hear,
Which I do hope will warning be to all,
Least greater Iudgments on this land befall.
pon the three and twentieth of December
A day which some have reason to remember,
A dreadful storm did happen in the West,
Whose sad effects shall chiefly be exprest.
As Passengers along the Rode did go
The North-east wind most bitterly did blow,
And flakes of Snow did from the Heavens fall,
As if it meant destruction unto all,
The Carryers that the rode full well did know,
Did loose their way, by reason of the Snow,
Many were forced to refine their breath,
And in this tempest frozen were to death.
Collins the Taunton Carryer, people say,
Vpon the Douns did strangly loose his way,
Two of his Passengers were starv'd with cold,
A fearful Spectacle for to behold.
And Mathews that belong'd to Shaftsbury,
Did bare a part in this extremity,
Two Horses dy'd, and by the Snow and Frost,
Some say the use of both his hands are lost.
Two Passingers that were both Man and wife
In this extremity did part with life,
It would have griev'd a stony heart to see't,
How these poor souls lay starved feet to feet.
And this for truth report us plainly tells,
The Carryer that belong'd to Bath and Wells,
His own dear Son was frozen unto death;
And on the Douns did loose his dea rest breath.
The father griev'd to see his son so lost,
By reason of this sharp and cuel Frost,
It was a great affliction to his mind,
Yet forced was to leave his corps behind.
My Lady Fines that at New-Tony dwelt,
One of her Servants this cold season felt,
He froze to death was driving of his Cart,
Which pierc'd his tender Lrdy to the heart.
A Shop-keeper that did to Market go,
To Salisbury, was like wise lost also,
With many more which here I shall omit,
Yet this sad time I never shall forget,
And thirty more in Somerstshire were lest
In this unusual Snow and cruel Frost,
Who little thought when they went out of door,
Their wives & children they should see no more,
Near Tiverton in Devonshire they say,
As many to the Markets took their way,
Were in this Tempest lost, and ne'r were found,
Till at the last found starved on the ground.
This judgment came from gods almighty hand
For sins committed in our native land,
Lord grant that it to us a warning be
And teach us how to shun iniquitie.
Our sins for vengeance do to Heaven cry,
Yet we like sinners live in vanity,
O grant that we our sinful lives may mend,
That we may live with thee when life doth end.
From storms & tempests Lord preserve u [...] still,
Teach us thy holy laws for to fulfill,
So shall we gainers be by loosing breath,
And ride triumphant o're the second death.

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball in Pyecorner.

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Text Creation Partnership. Searching, reading, printing, or downloading EEBO-TCP texts is reserved for the authorized users of these project partner institutions. Permission must be granted for subsequent distribution, in print or electronically, of this EEBO-TCP Phase II text, in whole or in part.