December 31, 1819 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Dec. 31st. It was early recommended to us, this week, to give much attention to the review of the sins of the now closing year. For myself, I must say, in many things have I offended, and in all come short. A retrospect fills me with self-abhorrence. I cannot enumerate what exceeds my greatest thought. In the account, sealed up for the last great day, all stands recorded. If it be not cancelled—if no Advocate be found for me in the person of the Judge, how shall I stand? Can future obedience, could it be attained to, atone? Vain hope I The blood of Christ I—there may I apply. (Sybil Bingham)

December 31. This is the last day of a year, big with events, to me the most important. This year has witnessed the most trying yet interesting scenes of my life. A new course is marked out for me to pursue: new hopes, new joys, and new sorrows are before me. I often review with pleasure the past scenes of my life, tho this pleasure is mingled with regret that they are never more to be realized, and the places that witnessed them may never more bless my eyes. Yes, I can, I do look forward with the most pleasing anticipations of future enjoyment. Yes, with the eye of faith I can look forward to the day when the sons and daughters of Owhyhee (the devoted subjects of the prince of darkness) shall become the true and humble followers of the Prince of Peace; when the Idols of Moriah shall be given to the moles and bats, and the true God and Jesus Christ shall be the only objects of religious homage. (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

12 Oc. (according to the mariners mode of reckoning time, which is from 12 Oc. at noon). Another year has commenced – and now my dear dear brothers and sisters, I wish you a happy New Year. May the best of Heaven’s blessings be yours, and er’e this year has passed away may your hearts be made glad with the reception of letters fraught with good news from Owhyhee. (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

31st. Rose this morning at 5 and went on deck just as the sun was making his appearance above the eastern horizon, and viewed the firmament without a cloud, and the vast extended ocean without a wave to interrupt the sight. All was calm and serene, though we dread a calm in this region. I stood by the side of the vessel a considerable time contemplating the infinite wisdom and goodness of God manifested in the works of creation and providence; and particularly the mysterious leadings of his hand with respect to myself the year past. Surely the Lord leadeth the blind in a way which they knew not. Neither myself nor any of my friends would have imagined at the commencement of the year, that a few short months would remove me 1,660 miles from them, and that dear home. What may be the results of another year, and how great its changes with me is known only to Him who fitteth immensity and inhabiteth Eternity. O may the grace of God. help me so to remember my days as to apply my heart unto wisdom.
Oh, time, how few thy value weigh,
How few will estimate a day;
Days, Months, and years are rolling on
The soul neglected and undone? (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

Dec. 31. This day will bring me to the close of another year. A year, the events of which are recorded in heaven, and on which depend my present and future happiness. It has been a scene of revolutions. Many are the changes through which I have passed, yet none, but what lay me under renewed obligations of devotedness to the cause of Christ. I have left forever my dear friends, and with a select few expect to spend many days in a heathen land, surrounded by savages who were barbarous and uncivilized. But where I assured that this is the path selected for me by my Heavenly Father, I should rejoice in the midst of trials and privations. This consolation, I for the most part enjoy. But at times, when I reflect upon the magnitude of the missionary work and my unfitness for it, I am led to doubt respecting the path tip of duty. In God alone is my hope, to him would I look for grace and strength, to bear me on my way. The year which is now about to close, will ever be reviewed with sensations of pleasure. How little did I think at the close of the last, that at this time I should be imprisoned on this in this little bark, and floating in the midst of the ocean. But God who is infinite and knowledge foreordained it thus, and in his righteous providence, has brought it to pass. Though I had long hoped to engaged in the work of the mission, I felt wholly unworthy of such an honor, and hardly dared hope to be indulged with such a privilege. “O what shall I render to the lord for all his benefits.” (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

31. – I am now brought to the close of another year. A year big with events. A few months since I was enjoying the pleasures of a college life, surrounded by many dear friends, and drinking at the fountain-head of science & literature. At once I see myself breaking these dear connections, engaging in matrimony, leaving my country & embarking for the Isles of the Gentiles. Pause, Oh my soul! ‘imaginations airy wing repress, lock up by senses, led no passions stir’. It is for Christ, that I abandon the pleasures of Christian & civilized society? O God thou knowest. If thy presence & thy spirit go not with me carry me not up hence. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

Follow Peter T Young on Facebook 

Follow Peter T Young on Google+ 

Follow Peter T Young on LinkedIn  

Follow Peter T Young on Blogger

© 2019 Hoʻokuleana LLC

• 

January 1, 1820 – This day we joyfully hail the New Year with the hope that it will be to ourselves and our friends and the church an acceptable year of the Lord, and to the Heathen nations, especially to the Sandwich Islands the year of Jubilee, of spiritual emancipation from sin after the gloom of servitude of Fifty Centuries. The day is exceedingly fair, and the family generally in health with the exception of slight indisposition in the case of Brothers Ruggles and Whitney.
Lat. S, 32°, 30′, Lon. W. 43° (Thaddeus Journal)

Saturday, Jan. 1st., 1820. Pleasantly has the sun of a New-Year risen upon me. Far removed, yes, long removed from every object which was dear, which was pleasant or even familiar to me when the last year commenced, shut up within confined walls upon the great deep, with dark uncertainty, under what circumstances, if at all, I shall ever tread upon ground again, destined as I am to a now cheerless land where the will of a heathen ruler, uninfluenced by even a knowledge of Christian principles, is law for all in his dominions; where is the ground of that serenity so sweetly felt, when the last sun of the declining year withdrew its beams,—when the midnight watch, calling, twelve o’clock, announced that another year had commenced its revolutionst–which is now felt, as thoughts arise of the dark, unknown paths of its revolving days? Fain would I hope that it was through strength given by Him who sitteth upon the circle of the Heavens, distributing to each his portion as his infinite wisdom and goodness direct, whose piercing eye surveys things past, present, and to come, as one eternal Now, assuring us that such is his condescension that the very hairs of our head are numbered, and that in his vast dominion, not even a sparrow falleth to the ground without his notice. Fain would I hope it was his divine consolations, and not a cold indifference to either good or ill, which enables me to look around and inwardly exclaim, never could I more cheerfully hail a New-Year’s morning! With my dearest friend I was permitted to unite my supplications before the voices of the little multitude were heard about the vessel—then go on deck and receive the usual greetings. Most earnestly did I desire, when Capt. B— congratulated me upon the New- Year, and could not help saying to him, that it was among the first wishes of the morning, that it might indeed prove a happy one to him. 0, that a Sovereign GOD, who dispenseth his favors as he will, would make the beginning of years to that man, giving him true repentance, bringing him to the foot of the cross; and cause that another anniversary find him speaking the language of a new-born soul. At the family altar, the 29th of the 1st of Chron. was read, and our attention directed more particularly to the 5th and 15th verses as affording matter for meditation through the day. A hymn was sung, composed by Mr. C-—, for the occasion. The words of the king to Esther, “What is thy petition, and what is thy request?” as also of GOD to Solomon, “Ask what I shall give thee,” have been much in my mind. Is not the same gracious voice to me,—says it not, what is thy petition, and what thy request? Thou, Lord, knowest. Am I deceived when I say, my first petition, my most earnest request is, that I might know and love Thee moz-e—serve Thee better, and say more from the heart, “Thy will be done.” Other things I would, I do leave with Thee—only give unto me thy presence in the trying hour. Thou wilt not deny me, when to the bleeding Lamb, who took our sins upon him, in the awful hour of darkness, it was denied, that it might forever shine upon every trembling soul who comes to GOD through him.
Reflecting farther upon the claim which my dear and affectionate sisters have upon my pen, as by that means only must all their future knowledge, concerning their absent sister, be obtained, I an led to alter my mind, respecting my Diary, and consider it, from the commencement of this year, in some measure, dedicated to them. And, 0, my beloved sisters, what events this hand may have to record, or your eyes to peruse, our Father, our Covenant GOD and Father knows, and He alone. Sufficient for us that He has it all under his direction,—that our “times are in his hands.” When my soul gets hold there, I think I do feel that there is no path so rough, but, leaning on his arm, I could walk in it for his sake and the Gospel’s. May his grace prepare my heart, when penning, and your hearts, when torrents of tears may be flowing over many mournful pages here, to say, to dwell upon it, “Father, glorify thy name.” (Sybil Bingham)

Jan. 1, 1820. This morn, I hail as the commencement of a New Year. The past has led me through many new and untried scenes. What is before me I know not. I hope to feel a perfect confidence in God, and in whatever situation I am to be content. I rejoice that I can tell you I have been contented and happy. I know not that I have ever “cast behind one longing lingering look.” May your souls be comforted in my absence with the consolation and hope, that we may at last meet, to part no more. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

Jan. 1, 1820. – The events of 1819 are closed till I come to four the bar of Christ. Oh what a complicated mass of iniquity will then be brought to light! In the lord will I hope for strength to fill up this year in faithful labour to build up his kingdom. That I may hereafter pursue my studies to more advantage I have formed a plan to regulate my time.
From ½ past 5 to ½ past seven – private and family devotions,
do (ditto) ½ past 7 to 9 – breakfast & recreation,
do 9 – to 1 – study of theology,
do 1 to ½ past 2 – dinner, recreation, and private devotion,
do ½ past 2 to 6 – study of the language, miscellaneous reading and writing
From 6 to 8 – supper and exercise,
do 8 to ½ past 9 – private and family devotions,
do ½ past 9 to ½ past five – sleep.
Probably there will be some difficulty in keeping these rules on board a vessel but I think they will be of use. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

Follow Peter T Young on Facebook 

Follow Peter T Young on Google+ 

Follow Peter T Young on LinkedIn  

Follow Peter T Young on Blogger

© 2019 Hoʻokuleana LLC

• 

January 2, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 2nd. Lord’s day. Have been favored with another precious sabbath. In the morning, at our conference remarks were made tending to lead our minds to the spirituality of the fourth commandment. They were deeply interesting and affecting. A little circumstance, in the morning, caused them to be more particularly so.
May they not be without their salutary effects. In the afternoon, Mr. B— addressed us again, from Luke 4th, 19th.—”To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.”
After an appropriate introduction, considered particularly the import of the phrase, then enquired how we may reasonably expect the New Year to be, with respect to ourselves, and those connected with us, an acceptable year of the Lord. We might expect it to be such by duly regarding our sins, our mercies, our engagements,, and our instructions* of the past year. Each of these particulars was set before us in a clear and striking manner. May the blessed Spirit accompany the word. The sea was, as it had been for many days, smooth and still. About sunset a strong breeze cane up, so that now, eight o’clock, our little bark pushes forward over noisy billows. (Sybil Bingham)

January 2, Sabbath. New-Year’s sermon on deck from these words, ‘Preach the acceptable year of the Lord.’
Hymn composed by Mr. Conant was sung. The following is a copy:

NEW YEAR’S HYMN
The Orb of day with rosy light.
Rolls home the shady gloom of night.
Ushering in the New-born Year.
Of joy and grief. of hope and fear.

2d Jehovah! hear our annual lays.
While grateful thoughts to thee we raise.
O God of mercy, – -Heavenly King.
With feeble strains thy praise we sing.

3d Thy ever kind and bounteous hand.
Has spread thy wonders o’ er the land
The sea has felt Thy sovereign might.
The Isles have seen with joy the light.

4th Thy arm has led us o’er the main.
To bear thy light. thy laws maintain.
Our hearts adore thy just decree.
And place our only trust in thee.

5th Soon may the heathen see the light.
Which dawns to close the pagan night.
And say with truth forever more.
Owhyhee’s Idols are no more. (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

Jan 2nd. My mind at the return of the new year has been deeply impressed with a sweet remembrance of happy days spent in the enjoyment of Christian privileges in my dear native country. This pleasure however is mixed with pain, that those days, and privileges are no more to be enjoyed. Never again do I expect to surround the table of the crucified Redeemer with those dear friends I so ardently love, and recal to mind with emotions of peculiar interest. I am sensible of having spent the morning of my days in the most favorable situation and under the best circumstances for improvement in the divine life; yet I have to lament that I have not made those acquirements which my Lord and Master might justly have expected of me. What more could have been done that has not been done for me, yet how little of the fruit of righteousness have I brought forth. How faint and lanquid have been my exertions to glorify God by doing good to souls in laboring to promote the cause of Christ on earth. But instead of being cut off from all the ordinances of the gospel and means of grace as I have deserved; the indications of divine providence seems to be, forbear a little longer; stay thy hand and let her be transplanted in a heathen soil surrounded by the wretched, worshippers of wood and stone and see what exertions she will then make to rescue souls from eternal burnings. What mercy is here displayed, what love, what condescension on the part of God and what renewed obligations are laid on me to be faithful to my covenant Redeemer. Six years to-day since I solemnly and publicly gave myself to God in an everlasting covenant never to be forgotten; and I can bear testimony of his covenant faithfulness towards me continually. But 0, how few returns of love hath my Creator found. To grace how great a debtor. N. R. (Nancy Ruggles)

Sabbath Jan. 2nd, 1820. A delightful morning indeed; to me peculiarly so, my health is comfortable and I feel more like enjoying the sabbath than I have before since I left dear America. The weather is not excessively hot, tho’ the air is faint; the sea calm and unruffled, no swelling waves dash against the sides of our floating habitation, threatening our destruction; no distressing gales beat upon us as if determined to overthrow us into the depths of the sea; all is peace and tranquillity while we proceed silently along the coast of Patagonia at the rate of one mile an hour. Perhaps if our A. friends could see us this morning, they would wish themselves with us. Though they cannot be with us they will remember us today with deep interest. While assembled in the house of God and seated round the table of their crucified Lord; their hearts will be uplifted in fervent -prayer for their friends who have gone to erect the banner of the cross in a benighted pagan land. Hay God hear your prayers for us, and make you so unspeakably happy, as hereafter to know that your desires have entered the ears of the Almighty and that those now degraded Islanders are become the true worshippers of God.
I am full of faith, that the time has nearly arrived, when O. Idols will be no more; when instead of Marai, will be erected, houses dedicated to the service of Obookiah’s God, and that land which is now grown over with thorns and nettles, become a fruitful field. But before this joyful period arrives, I am not insensible that much toil and labour is necessary; many triads and difficulties are to be endured; a battle is to be fought with the enemy of all righteousness, and a victory won. Perhaps some of this little mission company are soon to fall as martyrs in the cause, but should this be, it will not prevent a final conquest. Christ will yet be king of the Sandwich Islands. From yours in haste. S. R. (Samuel Ruggles)

2. – This is a pleasant sabbath. Surrounded by a few select friends in a floating sanctuary, I sometimes think myself the happiest of the happy. Brother B. preached from the words ‘to preach the acceptable year of the lord.’ (Samuel Whitney Journal)

Follow Peter T Young on Facebook 

Follow Peter T Young on Google+ 

Follow Peter T Young on LinkedIn  

Follow Peter T Young on Blogger

© 2019 Hoʻokuleana LLC

• 

January 3, 1820 – Yesterday, “The Holy Rest,” was in the morning somewhat disturbed by the catching of a large turtle, for which purpose it was necessary for the ship’s company to let down a boat and spend considerable time The afternoon was pleasant. We had service on deck where a New Year’s sermon was delivered by Brother Bingham from Luke 4, 19, “To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.” After an introduction and an explanation of the text, he endeavored to show that by a due regard to our sins. our mercies, our engagements and our instructions of the past year, we might reasonably expect the New Year would be to us and to those with whom we may have intercourse, an acceptable year of the Lord. Mrs. C. is threatened with a fever.
This evening we have attempted to join with the Christian world in the great monthly concert of prayer for the prosperity of Zion, and the salvation of the Heathen. A letter dated in Boston and signed A.G. containing an earnest request for our prayers in behalf of the writer when we should be far from her, also the farewell letter of Brother Cornelius to the mission, were read and made the foundation of some remarks with respect to the feeling which our American friends cherish towards us, and to our correspondent duties. (Thaddeus Journal)

3. – We are now going at the rate of 200 miles a day cords that point of terror Cape Horn. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

Follow Peter T Young on Facebook 

Follow Peter T Young on Google+ 

Follow Peter T Young on LinkedIn  

Follow Peter T Young on Blogger

© 2019 Hoʻokuleana LLC

• 

January 4, 1820 – Off the mouth of the Rio De La Plate. – We are this morning experiencing a gale from the north. The violence of the wind has split several of the sails. We are now running under bare poles at the rate of 7 or 8 miles an hour. We reel to and fro and stagger like a drunken man. The tossing mountains around us skip like rams, and the hills like lambs. The foaming surges lash the trembling sides of our little bark and drench her decks; while the rain like hail pelts the poor sailors as they cling to the whistling rigging and the spray of the sea sweeps over the surface like the driven snow on a northern winter’s day. But he who said to the raging tempest, “Peace be still,” can and does afford us protection, and give us peace within. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 4th, The last, a night of tossing—awakened by the cry, between four and five this morning, “all hands on decks” a strong gale having arisen suddenly.
The motion of the vessel was very great, few things keeping their position. We assembled as usual for morning prayers—read the 124 and 125 Psalms—sung three verses of Watt’s version of the former, soon after went to breakfast. Here, to a land spectator, methinks the scene would have been truly novel and amusing—in the midst of commotion he must have smiled, A view of a very different kind which presented itself, when, not long after, we looked out upon deck, was indeed, beyond my power to describe. Wave dashing upon wave, our little bark, dismantled of its noble sails, ascending one, and descending another? with its naked masts, riding at the rate of seven miles an hour. This is considered hut a sketch of the scenes we must expect to witness at the Cape.
But it was nobly grand I We are now a few degrees east of the mouth of that majestic river the Rio-de-la-Plata, fast approaching those tempestuous regions, so often the subject of conversation with us; Yet, there we shall be safe, attended by that GOD “who rules on high— And thunders when he please,—Who rides upon the stormy sky—And manages the seas.” What need we farther anxiety about the event, than to see to it, that we have grace to enable us to say, in the trying moment, if it arrives, “This awful GOD is ours, He shall send down his heavenly powers, Our father and our love, To carry us above.” (Sybil Bingham)

4. – I arose this morning somewhat apprehensive that the weather was not so pleasant as common. Going on deck I found the waves going over the ship & flying in every direction; very similar to what I have seen in a snow squall. I soon found it best to retire to my cabin which is my asylum in all times of trouble. This, though the most violent gale I have witnessed, the sailors tell us it is but a trifle compared with what we shall see in a few days. Several land visitors came on board who had been driven off the coast of Patagonia; such as butterflies, spindles &c. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

Follow Peter T Young on Facebook 

Follow Peter T Young on Google+ 

Follow Peter T Young on LinkedIn  

Follow Peter T Young on Blogger

© 2019 Hoʻokuleana LLC

•