This figure stood gazing earnestly on the audience , and there was no sound nor any movement except a faint shuddering which every man observed in his neighbor , but was scarcely conscious of in himself . At length , when her fit of inspiration came , she spoke for the first few moments in a low voice and not invariably distinct utterance . Her discourse gave evidence of an imagination hopelessly entangled with her reason ; it was a vague and incomprehensible rhapsody , which , however , seemed to spread its own atmosphere round the hearer 's soul , and to move his feelings by some influence unconnected with the words . As she proceeded beautiful but shadowy images would sometimes be seen like bright things moving in a turbid river , or a strong and singularly shaped idea leapt forth and seized at once on the understanding or the heart . But the course of her unearthly eloquence soon led her to the persecutions of her sect , and from thence the step was short to her own peculiar sorrows . She was naturally a woman of mighty passions , and hatred and revenge now wrapped themselves in the garb of piety . The character of her speech was changed ; her images became distinct though wild , and her denunciations had an almost hellish bitterness . `` The governor and his mighty men , '' she said , `` have gathered together , taking counsel among themselves and saying , ` What shall we do unto this people -- even unto the people that have come into this land to put our iniquity to the blush ? ' And , lo ! the devil entereth into the council-chamber like a lame man of low stature and gravely apparelled , with a dark and twisted countenance and a bright , downcast eye . And he standeth up among the rulers ; yea , he goeth to and fro , whispering to each ; and every man lends his ear , for his word is ` Slay ! Slay ! ' But I say unto ye , Woe to them that slay ! Woe to them that shed the blood of saints ! Woe to them that have slain the husband and cast forth the child , the tender infant , to wander homeless and hungry and cold till he die , and have saved the mother alive in the cruelty of their tender mercies ! Woe to them in their lifetime ! Cursed are they in the delight and pleasure of their hearts ! Woe to them in their death-hour , whether it come swiftly with blood and violence or after long and lingering pain ! Woe in the dark house , in the rottenness of the grave , when the children 's children shall revile the ashes of the fathers ! Woe , woe , woe , at the judgment , when all the persecuted and all the slain in this bloody land , and the father , the mother and the child , shall await them in a day that they can not escape !
Seed of the faith , seed of the faith , ye whose hearts are moving with a power that ye know not , arise , wash your hands XXXXX this innocent blood !
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