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West Indies (search for this): chapter 1
uspected by the Dogberry of a justice of being a Jesuit trolling over his Latin,) was arrested, and committed to Wiccomb House of Correction. This was a time of severe trial for the sect with which Ellwood had connected himself. In the very midst of the pestilence, when thousands perished weekly in London, fifty-four Quakers were marched through the almost deserted streets, and placed on board a ship, for the purpose of being conveyed, according to their sentence of banishment, to the West Indies. The ship lay for a long time, with many others similarly situated, a helpless prey to the pestilence. Through that terrible autumn, the prisoners sat waiting for the summons of the ghastly Destroyer; and, from their floating dungeon, Heard the groan Of agonizing ships from shore to shore; Heard nightly plunged beneath the sullen wave The frequent corse. When the vessel at length set sail, of the fifty-four who went on board, twenty-seven only were living. A Dutch privateer captur
Haverhill (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
Power who nature rules Hath said so be it; But poor blina mortals are sic fools They canna see it. Nae doubt that He who first did mate us Has fixed our lot as sure as fate is, Ana when He wounds He disna hate us, But anely this, He'll gar the ills which here await us Yield lastina bliss. In the early part of the eighteenth century a considerable number of Presbyterians of Scotch descent, from the north of Ireland, emigrated to the New World. In the spring of 1719, the inhabitants of Haverhill, on the Merrimac, saw them passing up the river in several canoes, one of which unfortunately upset in the rapids above the village. The following fragment of a ballad celebrating this event has been handed down to the present time, and may serve to show the feelings even then of the old English settlers towards the Irish emigrants:— They began to scream and bawl, As out they tumbled one and all, And, if the Devil had spread his net, He could have made a glorious haul! The new-comers
Waterbury (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
itionism was everywhere spoken against, and the whole land was convulsed with mobs to suppress it, the venerable Emmons, burdened with the weight of ninety years, made a journey to New York, to attend a meeting of the Anti-Slavery Society. Let those who condemn the creed of these men see to it that they do not fall behind them in practical righteousness and faithfulness to the convictions of duty. Samuel Hopkins, who gave his name to the religious system in question, was born in Waterbury, Connecticut, in 1721. In his fifteenth year he was placed under the care of a neighboring clergyman, preparatory for college, which he entered about a year after. In 1740, the celebrated Whitefield visited New Haven, and awakened there, as elsewhere, serious inquiry on religious subjects. He was followed the succeeding spring by Gilbert Tennent, the New Jersey revivalist, a stirring and powerful preacher. A great change took place in the college. All the phenomena which President Edwards ha
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 1
as familiar as a household word throughout New England. It was a spell wherewith to raise at onced commercial importance, the second town in New England. It was the great slave mart of the North.se, and for the first time from a pulpit of New England was heard an emphatic testimony against thedergone a melancholy change. The garden of New England lay desolate. His once prosperous and weal into requisition, in an encounter with two New England Antinomians, and a certain Anabaptist tailoa:— Slavery may perpetrate anything, and New England can't see it. It can horsewhip the old Commpractical people? Is it that real life in New England lacks those conditions of poetry and romancsings,—part and parcel of the rural life of New England,—one who has grown strong amidst its healthility of Northern Ireland, had emigrated to New England some forty years before, and, after a roughoffee, molasses, and, if the truth be told, New England rum. Threescore years and ten, to use his o[4 more...
Accomack (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
nd Southey frequented at the Salutation and Cat, of Smithfield. The most brilliant man I have met in America! said George Thompson, as we left the hospitable door of our friend. In 1838, he gave up his law practice, left his fine outlook at Plymouth upon the mountains of the North, Moosehillock and the Haystacks, and took up his residence at Concord, for the purpose of editing the Herald of Freedom, an antislav-ery paper which had been started some three or four years before. John Pierpont:— The earth sphered up all around us, in every quarter of the horizon, like the crater of a vast volcano, and the great hollow within the mountain circle was as smoky as Vesuvius or Etna in their recess of eruption. The little village of Plymouth lay right at our feet, with its beautiful expanse of intervale opening on the eye like a lake among the woods and hills, and the Pemigewasset, bordered along its crooked way with rows of maples, meandering from upland to upland through the meado
Thornton river (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
the dark hemlock and hackmatack woods were yet darker after the wet season, as they lay, in a hundred wildernesses, in the mighty recesses of the mountains. But the peaks,—the eternal, the solitary, the beautiful, the glorious and dear mountain peaks, my own Moosehillock and my native Haystacks,—these were the things on which eye and heart gazed and lingered, and I seemed to see them for the last time. It was on my way back that I halted and turned to look at them from a high point on the Thornton road. It was about four in the afternoon. It had rained among the hills about the Notch, and cleared off. The sun, there sombred at that early hour, as towards his setting, was pouring his most glorious light upon the naked peaks, and they casting their mighty shadows far down among the inaccessible woods that darken the hollows that stretch between their bases. A cloud was creeping up to perch and rest awhile on the highest top of Great Haystack. Vulgar folks have called it Mount Lafay
Beatrice (Nebraska, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
nature of that interest, or conjectured that anything whatever of earthly passion or sublunary emotion had mingled with his spiritual Platonism. Commissioned and set apart to preach repentance to dying men, penniless and homeless, worn with bodily pain and mental toil, and treading, as he believed, on the very margin of his grave, what had he to do with love? What power had he to inspire that tender sentiment, the appropriate offspring only of youth, and health, and beauty? Could any Beatrice see A lover in such anchorite! But in the mean time a reciprocal feeling was gaining strength in the heart of Margaret. To her grateful appreciation of the condescension of a great and good man—grave, learned, and renowned—to her youth and weakness, and to her enthusiastic admiration of his intellectual powers, devoted to the highest and holiest objects, succeeded naturally enough the tenderly suggestive pity of her woman's heart, as she thought of his lonely home, his unshared sorrows
Crowell (Texas, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
d Robert Halls;) and last, not least, the simple beauty of Woolman's Journal, the modest record of a life of good works and love. Let us look at the Life of Thomas Ellwood. The book before us is a hardly used Philadelphia reprint, bearing date of 1775. The original was published some sixty years before. It is not a book to be found in fashionable libraries, or noticed in fashionable reviews, but is none the less deserving of attention. Ellwood was born in 1639, in the little town of Crowell, in Oxfordshire. Old Walter, his father, was of gentlemanly lineage, and held a commission of the peace under Charles I. One of his most intimate friends was Isaac Pennington, a gentleman of estate and good reputation, whose wife, the widow of Sir John Springette, was a lady of superior endowments. Her only daughter, Gulielma, was the playmate and companion of Thomas. On making this family a visit, in 1658, in company with his father, he was surprised to find that they had united w
White Oak Pond (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
eir vast sides are displayed the melancholylook-ing slides, contrasting with the fathomless woods. But the lakes,—you see lakes, as well as woods and mountains, from the top of North Hill. Newfound Lake in Hebron, only eight miles distant, you can't see; it lies too deep among the hills. Ponds show their small blue mirrors from various quarters of the great picture. Worthen's Mill-Pond and the Hardhack, where we used to fish for trout in truant, barefooted days, Blair's Mill-Pond, White Oak Pond, and Long Pond, and the Little Squam, a beautiful dark sheet of deep, blue water, about two miles long, stretched amid the green hills and woods, with a charming little beach at its eastern end, and without an island. And then the Great Squam, connected with it on the east by a short, narrow stream, the very queen of ponds, with its fleet of islands, surpassing in beauty all the foreign waters we have seen, in Scotland or elsewhere,—the islands covered with evergreens, which impart thei
Newport (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
from his society in Great Barrington in 1769, he was installed at Newport the next year, as minister of the first Congregational church in that place.. Newport, at this period, was, in size, wealth, and commercial importance, the second town in New England. It was the great slaveverse, looked upon a nobler spectacle than that of the minister of Newport, rising up before his slaveholding congregation, and demanding, inevolent purpose of educating some pious colored men in the town of Newport, who were desirous of returning to their native country as missionica. He was a native African, and was held by Captain Gardner, of Newport, who allowed him to labor for his own benefit, whenever by extra de painfully interested, by conversing with the slaves brought into Newport. Another appeal was made on the subject in 1776. The war of thof his hearers who survive. In the spring of 1780, he returned to Newport. Everything had undergone a melancholy change. The garden of New
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