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To her Mother.
To the same.
Charlestown, Feb. 7, 1812.
"I HAVE only time to write you a line this morning, before I leave Charlestown. My health is good-friends are kind-and I have not yet had reason to regret my determination to devote my life, in a peculiar manner, to the ervice of God in heathen India. Be comforted, my mother; Christians are praying for the success of the Mission, and will not forget those females who engage in the cause. Do not indulge one anxious thought relative to me. If you love your Harriet, Mama, commend her to God, and the word of his graceand there leave her. We shall shortly meet, where separations are unknown. I regret much not seeing E. Dear girl! But it is all right. Give my love to all my dear brothers and sisters. O shall we, a happy family, meet at last in heaven? I shall write you, if possible, from Salem. My dear, dear mother, farewell. HARRIET."
Salem, Feb. 18, 1812.
"I HAVE only time, my dear mother, to assure of ardent affection for you, and my you my dear brothers and sisters, to ask your prayers, and bid you a short farewell. Dear mother, we shall shortly meet again. We have every accommodation ne
cessary for the voyage;—friends in Salem are very kind. I have received many valuable presents ;— but you will hear. Do not let my departure occasion one anxious feeling. I am tranquil and happy -the undertaking appears more noble than ever. Do let me hear that you are composed and happy. Dear mother, farewell;-let the consolations of the gospel now be your support. In America or Asia, I shall be your affectionate daughter.
To the same.
[Written the evening before the vessel sailed from Salem.]
“HERE am I, my dear mother, on board the brig Caravan, in a neat little cabin, with brother and sister Judson, Mr. P. and capt. I. and another dear friend, whose beloved society enlivens my spirits, and renders my situation pleasant. I have at length taken leave of the land of my forefathers, and entered the vessel which will be the place of my residence till I reach the desired haven. Think not, my dear mother, that we are now sitting in silent sorrow, strangers to peace. O no; though the idea that I have left you, to see you no more, is painful indeed; yet I think I can say, that I have found the grace of my Redeemer is sufficient for me-his strength has been made perfect in my weakness.
We have been engaged in singing this evening, and can you believe me, when I tell you, that I never engaged in this delightful part of worship with greater pleasure.
Our accommodations have exceeded my highest expectations. God has ever been doing me good; He will not leave me in this trying hour. I feel distressed that I should cause you and my other dear friends so much pain. Why should you feel anxious, my mother? Let me entreat you to dry your tears, which have been shed on my account, trust in God, and be happy. The agreeable disappointment which I have met with, relative to the accommodations of the vessel, lays me under renewed obligations to devote myself entirely to my covenant Redeemer. I feel a sweet satisfaction in reflecting upon the undertaking, in which I have engaged. It is not to acquire the riches and honours of this fading world; but to assist one of Christ's dear ministers in carrying the glad tidings of salvation to the perishing heathen of Asia.
I intended to write a long letter to our dear M. before I left Salem; but have found it quite impracticable. Do give my love to her and Mr. H. I hope they will not forget me when I am a stranger in a strange land. Remember me affectionately to Mr. and Mrs. W. Miss H. and all my other friends. I shall think much of the society of females in Ha0
verhill. Will they not make me a subject of intercession at every meeting? O that they may be abundantly blessed.
I never shall repay you, my dear mother, for all the kindness and love you have shown me thus far in life. Accept my sincere thanks for every favour, and oh forgive me for so often causing you pain and anxiety. May the Almighty reward you a hundred fold for your kindness to me. And now, my dear mother, what more shall I say, but ask you to pray for me, and engage other christians to do the same. "There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims."
Parting sounds will not be heard in heaven.-May we meet there, after lives filled with usefulness and duty. I have a thousand things to say, but must stop short.—It is late.-Dear mother adieu.”
DURING HER VOYAGE TO INDIA;
Addressed to her Mother.
March 9, 1812.-To you, my beloved mother, shall these pages be cheerfully dedicated. If they afford you amusement in a solitary hour-if they are instrumental in dissipating one anxious sensation from your heart, I shall be doubly rewarded for writing. Whatever will gratify a mother so valuable as mine, shall here be recorded, however uninteresting it might be to a stranger.
The first week after our embarkation, I was confined to my bed with sea-sickness. This was a gloomy week. But my spirits were not so much depressed as I once expected they would be. The attendants were obliging, and I had every convenience which I could wish on board a vessel.-February 24th, the vessel sprung a leak. We were in the greatest danger of sinking during the night. The men laboured almost constantly at the pump. Capt. H. thought it best to alter the course of the Caravan, 159