l spirit,--though, indeed, one of his indorsers had himself been a scandalous fire-ship among the churches.
Mather declares that every one went a-Maying after this man, whom he maintains to have been a barber previously, and who knew no Latin, Greek, Hebrew, nor even English,--for (as he indignantly asserts) there were eighteen horrid false spells, and not one point, in one very short note I received from him.
This doubtful personage copied his sermons from a volume by his namesake, Dr. Samuel Bolton,--Sam the doctor and Sam the dunce, Mather calls them.
Finally, this eminent worthy stranger, Sam, who was no dunce, after all, quarrelled with his parish for their slow payments, and flew out like a Dragon, spitting this among other fire at them: I see, no longer pipe, no longer dance, --so that they came to fear he was a cheat, and wish they had never seen him.
Then the guilty fellow, having bubbled the silly neighbors of an incredible number of pounds, on a sudden was gone, and Co