At length they were made to turn me out of jail, about the beginning of
winter, in the year 1651, after I had been a prisoner in Derby
almost a year, -six months in the house of correction, and the rest of the
time in the common jail.
Being again at liberty, I went on, as before, in the work of the Lord,
passing through the country into Leicestershire, having meetings as I went;
and the Lord's Spirit and power accompanied me.
As I was walking with several Friends, I lifted up my head and saw three
steeple-house spires, and they struck at my life. I asked them what place
that was. They said, "Lichfield." Immediately the Word of the Lord came to
me that I must go thither. Being come to the house we were going to, I
wished the Friends to walk into the house, saying nothing to them of
whither I was to go. As soon as they were gone I stepped away, and went by
my eye over hedge and ditch till I came within a mile of Lichfield, where,
in a great field, shepherds were keeping their sheep.
Then was I commanded by the Lord to pull off my shoes. I stood still, for
it was winter; and the Word of the Lord was like a fire in me. So I put off
my shoes, and left them with the shepherds; and the poor shepherds
trembled, and were astonished. Then I walked on about a mile, and as soon
as I was got within the city, the Word of the Lord came to me again,
saying, "Cry, 'Woe to the bloody city of Lichfield!'" So I went up and down
the streets, crying with a loud voice, "Woe to the bloody city of
Lichfield!" It being market-day, I went into the market-place, and to and
fro in the several parts of it, and made stands, crying as before, "Woe to
the bloody city of Lichfield!" And no one laid hands on me.
As I went thus crying through the streets, there seemed to me to be a
channel of blood running down the streets, and the market-place appeared
like a pool of blood.
When I had declared what was upon me, and felt myself clear, I went out of
the town in peace, and, returning to the shepherds, I gave them some money,
and took my shoes of them again. But the fire of the Lord was so in my
feet, and all over me, that I did not matter to put on my shoes again, and
was at a stand whether I should or no, till I felt freedom from the Lord so
to do; then, after I had washed my feet, I put on my shoes again.
After this a deep consideration came upon me, for what reason I should be
sent to cry against that city, and call it the bloody city! For, though the
Parliament had had the minster one while, and the King another, and much
blood had been shed in the town during the wars between them, yet that was
no more than had befallen many other places. But afterwards I came to
understand, that in the Emperor Diocletian's time a thousand Christians
were martyred in Lichfield