June 4-8, 1802 A Sermon was delivered on Friday to a thoughtless disorderly crowd, which became gradually composed and serious, until Monday which was the most solemn day my eyes ever beheld. Nothing very unusual appeared until Sunday when a stout woman who had been all day mocking the mourners, fell; and fell in a state of horror and despair that baffles description. In this state she continued with intervals for 3 hours. I viewed her all the time, and it was impossible for my imagination to conceive of her being more tormented, had she actually been in hell. She often roared out, "Oh hell! hell! hell! What torments me! Hell can't be worse. Her exertions, at this moment no angel or devil could describe. Two stout men were no match for her struggles. I thought of the man among the tombs with his legion. Such outcries I never beheld, and I have seen not less than a thousand. No one that saw it, ever beheld any, ever beheld any thing that would stand in comparison. At intervals she cried