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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 />

months. However, I thought the time long in going <strong>to</strong> my supposed banquet. I also<br />

wished much for the company <strong>of</strong> these friendly men; their company pleased me<br />

much; and I thought the gentleman very kind in asking me, a stranger, <strong>to</strong> a feast;<br />

but how singular did it appear <strong>to</strong> me, <strong>to</strong> have it in a chapel! When the wished for<br />

hour came I went, and happily the old man was there, who kindly seated me, as he<br />

belonged <strong>to</strong> the place. I was much as<strong>to</strong>nished <strong>to</strong> see the place lled with people,<br />

and no signs <strong>of</strong> eating and drinking. There were many ministers in the company.<br />

At last they began by giving out hymns, and between the singing, the ministers<br />

engaged in prayer: in short, I knew not what <strong>to</strong> make <strong>of</strong> this sight, having never<br />

seen any thing <strong>of</strong> the kind in my life before now; Some <strong>of</strong> the guests began <strong>to</strong><br />

speak their experience, agreeable <strong>to</strong> what I read in the Scriptures: much was said<br />

by every speaker <strong>of</strong> the providence <strong>of</strong> God, and his unspeakable mercies <strong>to</strong> each<br />

<strong>of</strong> them. This I knew in a great measure, and could most heartily join them. But<br />

when they spoke <strong>of</strong> a future state, they seemed <strong>to</strong> be al<strong>to</strong>gether certain <strong>of</strong> their<br />

calling and election <strong>of</strong> God; and that no one could ever separate them <strong>from</strong> the love<br />

<strong>of</strong> Christ, or pluck them out <strong>of</strong> his hands. This lled me with utter consternation<br />

intermingled with admiration. I was so amazed as not <strong>to</strong> know what <strong>to</strong> think <strong>of</strong><br />

the company; my heart was attracted, and my aections were enlarged; I wished<br />

<strong>to</strong> be as happy as them, and was persuaded in my mind that they were dierent<br />

<strong>from</strong> the world “that lieth in wickedness,’ I John v. 19. Their language and singing,<br />

&c. did well harmonize; I was entirely overcome, and wished <strong>to</strong> live and die thus.<br />

Lastly, some persons in the place produced some neat baskets full <strong>of</strong> buns, which<br />

they distributed about; and each person communicated with his neighbour, and<br />

sipped water out <strong>of</strong> dierent mugs, which they handed about <strong>to</strong> all who were<br />

present. This kind <strong>of</strong> Christian fellowship I had never seen, nor ever thought <strong>of</strong><br />

seeing on earth; it fully reminded me <strong>of</strong> what I had read in the Holy Scriptures <strong>of</strong><br />

the primitive Christians, who loved each other and broke bread; in partaking <strong>of</strong><br />

it, even <strong>from</strong> house <strong>to</strong> house. This entertainment (which lasted about four hours)<br />

ended in singing and prayer. It was the rst soul-feast I ever was present at. This<br />

last twenty-four hours produced me things, spiritual and temporal, sleeping and<br />

waking, judgment and mercy, that I could not but admire the goodness <strong>of</strong> God, in<br />

directing the blind, blasphemous sinner in the path that he knew not, even among<br />

the just; and instead <strong>of</strong> judgment he has shewed mercy, and will hear and answer<br />

the prayers and supplications <strong>of</strong> every returning prodigal;<br />

O! <strong>to</strong> grace how great a deb<strong>to</strong>r<br />

Daily I’m constrain’d <strong>to</strong> be.<br />

After this I was resolved <strong>to</strong> win heaven, if possible; and if I perished, I thought<br />

it should be at the feet <strong>of</strong> Jesus, in praying <strong>to</strong> him for salvation. After having been<br />

an eye-witness <strong>to</strong> some <strong>of</strong> the happiness which attended those who feared God, I<br />

knew not how, with any propriety, <strong>to</strong> return <strong>to</strong> my lodgings, where the name <strong>of</strong> God<br />

was continually pr<strong>of</strong>aned, at which I felt the greatest horror; I paused in my mind<br />

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