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Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

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BECOMING AMERICA<br />

REVOLUTIONARY AND EARLY NATIONAL PERIOD LITERATURE<br />

brothers who, in the sale, were sold in dierent lots; and it was very moving on<br />

this occasion <strong>to</strong> see and hear their cries at parting. O, ye nominal Christians!<br />

might not an African ask you, learned you this <strong>from</strong> your God? who says un<strong>to</strong> you,<br />

Do un<strong>to</strong> all men as you would men should do un<strong>to</strong> you. Is it not enough that we<br />

are <strong>to</strong>rn <strong>from</strong> our country and friends <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>il for your luxury and lust <strong>of</strong> gain? Must<br />

every tender feeling be likewise sacrices <strong>to</strong> your avarice? Are the dearest friends<br />

and relations, now rendered more dear by their separation <strong>from</strong> their kindred,<br />

still <strong>to</strong> be parted <strong>from</strong> each other, and thus prevented <strong>from</strong> cheering the gloom<br />

<strong>of</strong> slavery with the small comfort <strong>of</strong> being <strong>to</strong>gether, and mingling their suering<br />

and sorrows? Why are parents <strong>to</strong> lose their children, brothers their sisters, or<br />

husbands their wives? Surely this is a new renement in cruelty, which, while it<br />

has no advantage <strong>to</strong> a<strong>to</strong>ne for it, thus aggravates distress, and adds fresh horrors<br />

even <strong>to</strong> the wretchedness <strong>of</strong> slavery.<br />

Chapter X<br />

The author leaves Dr. Irving, and engages on board a Turkey ship—Account<br />

<strong>of</strong> a black man’s being kidnapped on board, and sent <strong>to</strong> the West Indies, and<br />

the author’s fruitless endeavours <strong>to</strong> procure his freedom—Some account <strong>of</strong> the<br />

manner <strong>of</strong> the author’s conversion <strong>to</strong> the Faith <strong>of</strong> Jesus Christ.<br />

OUR voyage <strong>to</strong> the North Pole being ended, I returned <strong>to</strong> London with Dr.<br />

Irving, with whom I continued for some time, during which I began seriously <strong>to</strong><br />

reect on the dangers I had escaped, particularly those <strong>of</strong> my last voyage, which<br />

made a lasting impression on my mind; and, by the grace <strong>of</strong> God, proved afterwards<br />

a mercy <strong>to</strong> me: it caused me <strong>to</strong> reect deeply on my eternal slate, and <strong>to</strong> seek the<br />

Lord with full purpose <strong>of</strong> heart ere it be <strong>to</strong>o late. I rejoice greatly; and heartily<br />

thanked the Lord for directing me <strong>to</strong> London, where I was determined <strong>to</strong> work out<br />

my own salvation, and, in so doing, procure a title <strong>to</strong> heaven; being the result <strong>of</strong> a<br />

mind blinded by ignorance and sin.<br />

In process <strong>of</strong> time I left my master, Doc<strong>to</strong>r Irving, the purier <strong>of</strong> waters. I<br />

lodged in Coventry-court, Haymarket, where I was continually oppressed and<br />

much concerned about the salvation <strong>of</strong> my soul, and was determined (in my own<br />

strength) <strong>to</strong> be a rst-rate Christian. I used every means for this purpose; and, not<br />

being able <strong>to</strong> nd any person amongst those with whom I was then acquainted<br />

that acquiesced with me in point <strong>of</strong> religion, or, in scripture language, that would<br />

shew me any good, I was much dejected, and knew not where <strong>to</strong> seek relief;<br />

however, I rst frequented the neighbouring churches, St. James’s, and others,<br />

two or three times a day, for many weeks: still I came away dissatised: something<br />

was wanting that I could not obtain, and I really found more heart-felt relief in<br />

reading my bible at home than in attending the church; and, being resolved <strong>to</strong> be<br />

saved, I pursued other methods. First I went among the people called Quakers,<br />

whose meeting at times was in silence, and I remained as much in the dark as<br />

ever. I then searched in<strong>to</strong> the Roman Catholic principles. but was not in the least<br />

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