“The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.” — Joanna Southcott

The first is last, and the last is first.

New-Year's Day arriving, and the ministers, to whom I wrote, remaining silent, I consider their silence as evidence, that they cannot prove what I said not to be from the Lord, and have therefore published as I was directed.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.

I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.