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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