December 9, 1819 – no entry (Thaddeus Journal)
Dec. 9th. Fast approaching the Equator. For the last seven days, have made rapid sail. Crossed the Tropic of Cancer, on the night of the 2nd. inst. Find the heat less oppressive than we expected—shall probably find it more intense as we meet the sun on his return from the southern tropic. On Sabbath, 5th, not permitted again to have public worship on deck, by reason of the swell of the sea. Assembled both morning and afternoon, in the cabin. Last evening, found myself much exhausted in consequence of fatigue through the day in putting order in our little room. To accomplish a little, costs much labor on board a vessel. I an grieved to find it too much the case, that with my bodily strength, my spirits sink. Several such seasons have arisen in my new situation. Tears will come unbidden, and, I may say, without cause.
“It is not that my lot is low That bids the silent tear to flow,
It is not grief that makes me moan,
‘Tis not that I am all alone.”
Whence then the clouds? True I have relinquished comparative ease for hardships, but am I not, through grace, allowed to hope that ere long, I share in that “Rest” which remaineth for GOD’s children? (Sybil Bingham)
9. – Kind of providence has this day interposed and saved us from an awful death. The lightings of heaven have played about us for several hours, accompanied by the most tremendous peals of thunder. One flash struck the main top-mast, but did no essential evil. Had it found its way to the magazine which contains upwards of 5000 lb of powder, more than 40 souls must instantly have been to the world of spirits. (Samuel Whitney Journal)
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