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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December 10, 1819 – Heavy showers of rain have filled our empty water casks. Much thunder and lightening. It is thought by the officers that the lightning has once passed down the conductor. Happy for us the Brig is furnished with a lightning rod, tho’ too small, and too short to reach from top gallant mast to a sufficient depth in the water. (Thaddeus Journal)

10th. N. Lat. between 2 and 3 degrees. The equinoctial storms, which have prevailed for two or three days past, have rendered out situation very uncomfortable, though the water we catch is very useful. Furing these storms we have had much thunder and lightning; a flash has run down the lightning rod, but no essential injury has been done.
Good is Jehovah, in bestowing sunshine
Nor less his goodness in the storm and thunder,
Mercies and judgments, both proceed from kindness,
Infinite kindness. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

Dec 10. Four two days past it has been extremely hot. Today we have had much rain, with heavy thunder and lightning. One flash struck the main-top-mast but without any essential injury. It is a little cooler, but remains uncomfortably warm, which much depresses my spirits. Probably my dear friends are gathering around a large fire and shivering with the cold, while I am experiencing the reverse. The weather is similar to the warmest and most sultry days in August. We are now about three or four degrees north Latitude. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

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December 11, 1819 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Sabbath – 11th.
A calm and pleasant morning; had religious exercises in the cabin, and in the evening public services on deck. Brother T’s text, Be not conformed to this world. Alas^ what are the honors and pleasures- of the world, which soon pass away. Daily experience teaches me more & more that this earth cannot afford any solid peace of rest to the immortal mind. Since called from my maternal abode I have felt myself in a peculiar sense a wanderer; no where at home.-
Oh when shall I see Jesus
And dwell with him above
And from that flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love! (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

Dec. 11. We have caught some fresh water, and I have attempted to wash a little. I find it very difficult to do much on board a vessel. I have reason to be thankful, that so much of my work was accomplished previous to sailing, and that necessity obliges me to do no more while here. This is likewise rather in unfavourable situation, to make much progress in study. But I hope we may improve our time and such a manner that at the end of our voyage we may have no occasion to say, it has been misspent. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

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December 12, 1819 – Enjoyed public worship. Br. T. preached. Rom. 12:2. “Be not conformed to this world.”
Lat. 2. 25. Lon. (Thaddeus Journal)

Dec. 12th. A calm and peaceful sabbath—hope GOD has caused it to be a good one to my soul. Went upon deck as the sun was coming up from the water, all was tranquil and serene. My soul Icaaged to shake off its slumbers with the shades of the night, and hail the beams of the Sun of Righteousness as mine eyes rejoice in the beams of the natural sun gilding the surface of the great deep. But I did not seem to awake. The spirit sympathised with the languid form, and I went to our social conference, at ten, in the cabin, feeling that, so low were my attainments, so languid my best affections.
“Earth was a tiresome place.” Then was read from Heb. what the inspired writer says of the “Rest” which remaineth for the children of GOD—was sung, the hymns, “Lord, what a wretched land is this,”—”There is a land of pure delight.” Brother T— concluded with prayer, blessing God that in our pilgrimage we were allowed to be comforted with truths such as we had been contemplating. The season was to me a melting one—thought I did feel through the hymn and prayers, that the language I could make my own.
At twelve assembled on deck for public worship. I felt that I had a favored hour, while before us was set the base ingratitude of the heart. Mr. B— addressed us from these words, “What could I have done more for my vineyard that I have not done in it? Wherefore when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes.” 0, may it not prove to be seed snatched away out of my heart, or others that heart I Lord, revive thy vineyard here. Thou mightest say, cut it down, destroy the hedges and let it lie waste. But, 0, thou covenant keeping GOD, spare we beseech thee—give not thy heritage to reproach.
Tho thou hast done much for us, yet breathe again upon us, and we shall live. Where else shall we look for help? Thou hast given us a high commission—art sending us forth with it to make proclamation to the heathen? but, O, we langninh, we faint;—give strength Divine Master, or we die. We look for help in ourselves, but ’tis not there—we cast our eyes around, hut find it not: blessed be thy name thou tellest us where to look—thou sayest, “Look unto me.” Lord, incline our hearts to and we shall. 0, that as in earnest that thou wilt indeed show us favor in our great work, not withstanding our ingratitude, let us, I beseech thee, have thy Spirit here, to quicken our own souls, and to bring these thoughtless souls, of this ship’s company, to bow at the footstool of the cross, and, deeply humbled under a sense of guilt, to rejoice in redeeming love. Thou hast said, all things are possible to him that believeth. Faith is thy gift. For the Redeemer’s sake may it be bestowed upon us all. Make the hearts of thy children in our dear native land to rejoice in the intelligence that GOD is indeed with us for good, granting their requests in giving us those that sail with us. (Sybil Bingham)

Dec. 12. We have enjoyed in a special blessing, a calm and pleasant Sabbath. Had a social prayer meeting in the cabin, and public worship on deck. Brother Thurston preached from Rom. 12, 2, “Be not conformed to this world.” I long to be crucified to the world and alive to God. O that I could feel more active in his service. Conformity to the world in the professed followers of Christ is what I greatly disapprove, and yet it is a sin of which I frequently feel guilty. O that I could feel more sensibly the right of responsibility that devolves upon me, and be enabled to live more devoted to Him whose cause I have expoused, and in whose service I expect to spend my days. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

12 – The Sabbath reminds me of the privileges I have enjoyed at college. Thought I should like to have heard Mr. Fitch today; but we have had a good sermon from Brother T. on the words, ‘be not conformed to this world.’ (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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December 13, 1819 – Pass the equator, the weather being comfortable.
Lon. 27. 45. (Thaddeus Journal)

13th. Crossed the equator this morning, the heat is not so extreme as I anticipated; though the confined air in our little rooms is very uncomfortable, and on deck the sun beats down and causes a general head-ache; but being favored as we are with a fresh breeze we make ourselves tolerably comfortable. (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)

13. – We shall cross the equator today providence permitting. Oh what indifference to the improvement of my mind. I hope soon to become inured to these burning suns. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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