156-157), had found refuge among some of the varieties.

Thus:-- "They prate of God! Believe it, fellow-creature, There's no such bugbear: all was made by Nature.
We know all came of nothing, and shall pass Into the same condition once it was By Nature's power, and that they grossly lie That say there's hope of immortality.
Let them but tell us what a soul is: then We shall adhere to these mad brainsick men."[1] [Footnote 1: Baxter's Life, 76-77; and Thomason Pamphlets _passim_.

The pamphlet last quoted is in Vol.

485 (old numbering).

I have also used a quotation from another pamphlet in Barclay's _Inner Life of the Religious Societies of the Commonwealth_ (1876), pp.