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it was the year of our lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five.  spiritual revelations were conceded to england at  that favoured period, as at this.  mrs. southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the life guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of london and westminster.  even the cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages 
