|Anonymous 157||A spirit or angel from Spital in the County of Northumberland, one of two that allegedly appeared to Margaret Muschamp "bodyed like Birds, as big as Turkies, and faces like Christians, but the sweetest creatures that ever eyes beheld." This one was also known to take the shape of a dove. They would appear to her during her fits; Muschamp claimed they were angels sent by God to receive her soul. She was often observed in discourse with them thereafter. The spirits allegedly protected her when she was attacked by an apparition she called the Rogue (Anonymous 156), and acted as her protector against witches during subsequent fits. According to Muschamp, the angels urged her to speak out and accuse Dorothy Swinow of killing her aunt Lady Hambleton, consuming her brother, tormenting her and causing James Fauset's unnatural fits; they also bid her accuse John Hutton of being her worst tormentor. Muschamp claimed that if the Justices and Judges of the Assizes would not give her family justice, her angels would "would visibly, to the admiration of all the beholders, appear like a man and a woman, and justifie the truth." They once left Muschamp for a space of twelve weeks, much to her distress, and told her that unless she took care to not be frightened or angered for that duration, they would not return. While they were absent, "her enemy would make every third fit a terrible one." Muschamp credited these beings with foretelling strange things before they happened. In her final fit, Muschamp addressed her angels at length; this speech was witnessed by over 100 onlookers and recorded for posterity.||A briefe Description of Mr. GEORGE MUSCHAMPS Childrens unnaturall Tryalls, from the Yeare of our Lord, 1645. Untill Candlemas, 1647. The time of their Releasement.
FIrst in Harvest, some two Moneths before MICHAELMAS, about four or five of the Clock in the afternoone, Mistris MARGARET MUSCHAMP suddainely fell into a great Trance, her Mother being frighted, called Company, and with much adoe recovered her; as soone as the childe looked up, cryed out, deare Mother, weepe not for me; for I have seene a happy Sight, and heard a blessed sound; for the Lord hath loved my poore soule, that he hath caused his blessed Trumpet to sound in my eares, and hath sent two blessed Angels to receive my sinfull soule. O weepe not for me, but rejoyce, that the Lord should have such respect to so sinfull a wretch as I am, as to send his heavenly Angels to receive my sinfull soule, with many other divine expressions:|
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