January 14, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 14th. Feeling this evening a little unpleasantness at stomach, and having at hand some sugar and peppermint, as I was taking it, I felt, with some force, what I feel more or less, every day, that it was unreasonable. ever to speak of the lack of one comfort, when we have so many. I was grieved at the thought of a remark in one of my letters, which would remind my sisters, when enjoying little comforts, that Sybil was destitute of many. I beg you would strive to forget every sentence which may have been bordering that way, as also, all others which may inadvertently slide in.
I am indeed dealt with kindly. If I could count over the outward comforts I have, you would join me in saying so. My health is excellent. Perhaps, never better. Yesterday, took up my pen, at ten in the morning, and did not lay it down till the dinner bell rang at one— then went to the table, enjoyed my meal,—immediately attended to the recitation of my class, then to my pen till six, when the bell rang for tea, after which, I washed up my two cups and spoons,–put on my great red cloak (you must know we have a Patagonian summer) went on deck, walked three quarters of an hour, holding on too by a rope. At the call of the bell, went down to the cabin to family prayers—then into our little room, where, after uniting in our social devotions, went quietly to rest. These things I mention to show you GOD gives me health. (Sybil Bingham)

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January 15, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 15th. How swiftly does time fly away. Twelve weeks have elapsed since I left beloved America. We are now 44 deg. S L if. Have made but little progress for near a fortnight, having had contrary winds and calms most of the time. Ere twelve weeks more have passed, we hope to land at our destined port, and enter the field of our labours. O that we could improve every moment as it flies, for when past, it is gone for ever. How striking is “the importance of time” as expressed by the pious Mr. Scott “O time, how few thy value weigh! How few will estimate a day! Days, months, and years are rolling on, The soul neglected – and undone.” We are born to exist forever, and soon we shall pass the narrow boundary of time, the only season allotted as to prepare for death. O my dear parents, I beseech you to remember that your days on earth will soon be numbered and finished; ere long you must stand at the bar of God and be judged according to the deeds done here in the body. Let me entreat you to humble yourselves before God, and make your peace with him before it is too late. “Behold, and now is the accepted time! Behold, now is the day of Salvation!” A few more days, and your state may be unalterably fixed. Seize then the present moment; delay not lest you be swallowed up in irretrievable ruin. Be not offended, my dear parents, if in my concern for your souls, I have cast off that deference which is your do. The thought of a final separation, is almost insupportable. How then can I forbear to warn you, when I see you standing on the brink of an awful precipice, upheld only by the brittle thread of life, which is liable every moment to be cut asunder. But I fain would hope you have been made sensible of your lost condition by nature, and are enquiring “what must I do to be saved.” Rest if not, until you find joy and peace in believing, and your souls reclining sweetly on the bosom of Emmanuel. To God I now commend you; praying that at last we may be so happy as to meet in His Kingdom to enjoy his presence forever. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

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January 16, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 16th. We should like to know if you find this an uncommonly severe winter. In approaching the equator, and passing under it, we did not, by any means, find the heat as we expected. When we met the Sun, and found ourselves under his perpendicular rays, we were but little incommoded, and now, in a region where it is summer,
S. Lat. 45, we find it actually cold. It is frequently said by the seamen they have never known it so cold here, before, at this season—the weather such as we might expect at the Cape. Our progress is very slow. (Sybil Bingham)

16. – No preaching today owing to high winds. O how pleasant it would be once more to go up to the sanctuary. But this cannot be. Till the heavens & the earth be no more, we shall not be indulged with an interview. Then, blessed be God, I hope to meet them in a sanctuary not made with hands eternal in the heavens. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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January 17, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

17th. saw whales in abundance–of the size of this animal I had no conception before I beheld them. Of the animal kind they are the greatest curiosity that I ever saw. Samuel saw one (for nothing of the marvelous escapes his notice) which he called one of the first settlers. his head being covered with moss and seashells. resembling a craggy rock. We are visited every day by Albatrosses and Cape Pigeons. The former is a large bird resembling a goose only in its wings. which. when spread. extend 10. sometimes 15. feet. (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

Jan. 17. We have thought best to proceed in a systematic all manner. Each one to form a planned, and divide his time as is most for his convenience; appropriating two each portion some particular duty or employment, that no part of it may be wasted or misspent. Concluding you will like to know how I spend my time, I will give you my calendar for the day.
5 to half past 7, private and family devotions, and the use of my needle.
Half past 7 to 9, breakfast and exercise.
9 to 12, writing and study.
12 to 1, recitation and conversation.
1 to 2, dinner, and private devotion.
2 to 5, writing and reading.
5 to 6, study of the language
6 to half past 7, tea, conversation, and exercise.
Half past 7 to half-past nine, private and family devotions.
Half past 9 to 5, meditation and sleep.
In this manner I intend to spend my time for the present should nothing prevent. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

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January 18, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

18. – The pen with which I now write has made was made from a quill which I have just drawn from the wing of an Albatross, a bird peculiar to this country & the Cape of Good Hope. The writing part of the quill is about 5 inches long & is superior to a goose quill. The bird measured 10 feet from the end of one wing to the end of the other. Four of them have been shot but we could get none till today. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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