ABSTRACT
OnedreamItoldSisterPrudon,whichshetoldmeofaftermyfatherwasdead. Methoughts,inmyfather'syardgrewanoldappletree,anditwasfulloffruit,and onenightaboutthemiddleofthenight,therecameaverysuddenstormofwind, andblewthistreeupbytheroots,andIwassorelytroubledtoseethistreeso suddenlyblewdown.Iruntoit,asitlayupontheground,toliftitup,tohaveit
105Themanuscript,whichmightbeinBeaumont'sownhand,isuntitled;Ihaveadopted thetitlebywhichthenarrativeisusuallyknown.Forprintedtexts,seeBeaumont,A. (1992),TheNarrativeofthePersecutionsofAgnesBeaumont,ed.V.J.Camden,East Lansing:ColleaguesPress,andStachniewski,J.andPacheco,A.(eds)(1998),Grace AboundingwithOtherSpiritualAutobiographies,OxfordandNewYork:OxfordUniversity Press.
