November 28, 1819 – Today we have been favored not only with the privilege of a prayer-meeting in the cabin, but with public worship on deck. Sermon on Repentance from Acts 17:30. by Br. B. The audience attentive and so hope benefitted. The Lord follow with his blessing the exhibition of his truth. (Thaddeus Journal)

Nov. 28th. Public worship at 10 a.m., in the cabin, and at meridian on deck for all hands. (James Hunnewell)

Nov. 28th. Calm, peaceful, and, I think, soul-cheering has been this sabbath. Awoke, and tho languid in feeling, did still feel that the day was the Lord’s. Such it has been to me. Yet, 0, the listlessness, which follows me all my days, in serving GOD,–my covenant GOD my reconciled GOD and Father i This day now closing, like all others, must find-me in despair, were it not Jesus has died—that through this dear Interceptor, I shall find acceptance. In the morning, at ten, our Mission family met in the cabin for social conference—at twelve, assembled on deck, when all belonging to the vessel, were present, to attend divine service. A canopy put up to shield us from the sun—the waters tranquil and serene. Mr. B— was enabled to address us from the word of GOD. A double blessing did it seem to me, to be permitted, under such circumstances, to hear divine truth, and to hear it from that dear friend who had, these many days, languished under much bodily weakness. Had with him, this evening, conversation of a most interesting nature, relative to scenes which may be before us. The subject was tender. By frequently taking such a view of our future path, may we be at once led to the infinite fountain of divine support, for provision for the hour of trial. (Sybil Bingham)

28th Lat. 29 Lon. 32. We are frequently lead to inquire why we are not borne more rapidly towards the place of our destination but it becomes continually to remember that all is for the best. May this motto ever be mine, may it be ours. Nothing remarkable has transpired to-day. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

28. Nothing remarkable has occurred for several days. This is the fifth Sabbath we have spent on board and had but 3 sermons. This appears more like the sabbaths I have spent at home than either of the preceding. Brother B preached from access Acts XXII 30 to an attentive audience. May the blessing of God follow & repentance be ever found here in the midst of the seas. It affords us much comfort to think that at this time our prayers are ascending from us from a thousand altars in America. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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November 29, 1819 – no entry (Thaddeus Journal)

Nov. 29th. Weather, to-day, peaceful, tho our progress not yet rapid. The quietude of the pleasant evening interrupted by domestic troubles. The steward unfaithful to his trust—convicted of having squandered, and abused, to his own hurt, things committed to his charge, leading others also into evil. 0, my soul how wilt thou stand when thy Lord reckonest with thee? This poor servant took the reward due to his crime—on him were inflicted stripes—none to stand in his stead. 0, my dear Redeemer, why is not my heart, by this little incident, led more feelingly to thee, who didst stand in the sinner’s place, receiving the stripes which divine Justice required, even such as drank up thy spirit, and overwhelmed thy holy soul, causing thee to cry out. “If it be possible, let this cup pass from me!” O, the amazing, the astonishing ingratitude of this stubborn heart, which yet does even hope the demands of Justice were satisfied against it by these stripes I Blessed Sacrifice, let thy blood be applied not only to acquit from condemnation, but to melt this icy heart. (Sybil Bingham)

29. For several days past our passage has been much retarded by contrary winds, but it is a sweet reflection that God will carry us to the heathen in his own time. This evening commenced singing meetings to be held regularly every Tuesday evening. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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November 30, 1819 – This evening opened a singing school for the improvement of ourselves and the officers in sacred music, and concluded to sing together one hour in a week besides at our ordinary seasons of social worship.
Lat. 28.13. (Thaddeus Journal)

Nov. 30th. This day commenced the study of the Owhyhee language. Shall I be permitted to speak in it, to those idolatrous natives, the wonderful works which Jehovah, the true GOD, has done—that of his creating, governing, and preserving a world, and what must most of all excite their astonishment, of his becoming incarnate and dying to redeem it I This evening held our first singing school. It is greatly to be wished that we could all join with our hearts and voices too, in singing praises to Zion’s King, at our morning and evening devotions, and public worship. I never felt more as if the time was at hand when I should be able to take part in it. (Sybil Bingham)

30th. Have just returned from a singing school in the cabin, Brother T. is our instructor. We enjoy much satisfaction, while tossing upon the ocean in singing the praises of him who rides upon the stormy wind and manages the seas. A whale seen today sharks and other large fish are frequently seen, but we have not been able to take any except a few flying fish which came on board in the night. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

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December 1, 1819 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Dec. 1st. Have had enjoyment to-day, in writing to friends and sisters—found my mind much with them, as it is the eve of a pleasant anniversary, calling my mind back to “the days of other years”. (Sybil Bingham)

“This day saw a shark and a dolphin. Porpoises are frequently seen playing about our vessel. These sights are all novel to us, and afford no small degree of amuseument here in this barren clime. where fish and birds are the principal production.” (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

Dec. 1st. A proclamation has been read this evening announcing that Thursday next (that is tomorrow) is to be observed as a day of thanksgiving and praise to God. While we congratulate our dear friends on this anniversary, Thanksgiving, we would also recognize with humble gratitude the tender mercies of our God toward us in a special manner. For the mercies of this day we would especially bless him; the wind which for about the 20 days past has been a head, has today blown in our favor, and this evening we have entered the trade winds. Capt. Blanchard has frequently observed that we were sailing toward home; though the bare mention of home creates pleasuring sensations in my mind and ever will; yet the thought of going thither, finds an unwelcome reception in my heart. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

Dec 1. A newspaper has been found mentioning that tomorrow is set up part in Massachusetts to be kept as a day of thanksgiving and praise to God for his goodness. We intend to observe it. We have much occasion to praise the Lord for his mercies, which are renewed from day to day. He is ever mindful of us; preserving us from dangers, seen and unseen; although we are prone to forget Him and wander like sheep that have gone astray. This evening we have a fresh gale of wind and our progress is rapid. We sail at the rate of 9 miles an hour. Thus you see we are renewedly called upon to offer of the sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving to our covenant God and Redeemer. The year past has been marked with many interesting and important events, which in a peculiar manner, demand from us the most exalted strains of gratitude and praise. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

Dec 1. – How strange that one devoted to the lord, leaving his native country & foregoing the pleasures of refined society, should feel so little love to God and the souls of men! O God help me to live henceforth more like a pilgrim & a stranger on earth & feel that dreadness to the world that becomes a missionary of Jesus. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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December 2, 1819 -Today we have endeavored to observe with our friends in N.E, a Public Thanksgiving for divine mercies. Tho’ our friends who doubtless remember us today, may have a greater exuberance and variety to crown their board, yet they can not have more multiplied and undeserved mercies to expand their hearts.
Tropic of Cancer (Thaddeus Journal)

Dec. 2nd. Precious have been the mercies of our GOD to us this day. Here, upon these wide waters, have we been permitted, with dearly beloved, absent friends, to lift up our hearts and voices in praise to our gracious Preserver and Benefactor. We felt, that in common with them, we had abundant cause for observing a day of thanks-giving, we also felt, that morning, special, mercies demanded our particular notice. Providentially, we had with us the Gov. proclamation, published the week we left Boston. Mr. B—read this, taking it on the ground for remarks, besides bringing into view our particular mercies as a Mission family, and as individuals. The sea was boisterous, and not allowing us to be on deck, we assembled in the cabin. We had a comfortable dinner provided, at which, tho but little was said, yet the subjects were tender and calculated to touch our better feelings, Lord, forgive our sins and accept our poor attempts to praise thee. Find, upon a review of past years, this to be the eighth anniversary thanks-giving which has found me in a situation new, and foreign from any calculations I could have made from one to the other. So literally have I been a stranger, a sojourner; 0, that I knew I was spiritually I Lord, I thank thee I have any evidence I am such. My soul would seek of thee daily communications of thy Grace, that so thin evidence may be encreased. I would fain hope the various and, in many instances, mysterious providences of GOD towards me, the past years, have been preparing me for what he seems calling me to. 0, to give myself wholly to my Divine Master’s service, in heart and in life! (Sybil Bingham)

2nd. Religions exercises in the cabin in consequence of the roughness of the sea, which rendered it inexpedient to be on deck. At 3 o’clock surrounded the table and partook of a frugal repast, consisting of fresh pork, sea pye, crackers and cheese. Various circumstances combined to render the season interesting. Brother T. remarked “Thanks for the gospel enjoyed by our countrymen, and promised to the heathen”. A sister observed, while our friends rejoice on the present occasion, they also weep in secret on account of the vacancies occasioned by our absence. May we not comfort ourselves with the reflection that as we are frequently on the minds of. our friends, many fervent prayers are offered up in our behalf. We now sail at the rate of 6 knots an hour, crossed the tropical line about 4 this afternoon, bidding the northern temperate zone adieu; probably for the last time. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

Dec. 2. This day we celebrate a joyful anniversary. Though separated from you, and our dear American friends; I trust we cherish a fond remembrance of each other. While sitting around the festive board and partaking of the bounties of providence, you doubtless have frequently thought of me, and I hope as often lifted up your hearts to God in my behalf. My thoughts have this day dwelt much upon my beloved Country and friends, but not with any desire to return. As much as I love, think of, and desire to see you, I am unwilling to leave the great work in which I have engaged, to visit you. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

2. This day we celebrate as the anniversary thanksgiving. Many Christians rejoice & keep it with a merry heart; the joy of others is mingled with sorrow. That fraternal board where I have been wont to sit, has now an empty seat. Me thinks I see the trickling tear at the mention of Samuel’s name. Yet thanks are given that a friend, a brother, a child has gone to teach benighted heathen to joining in praise & thanksgiving. This date too we have left the northern temperate zone never again to visit its friendly clime. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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