February 11, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

11. – My thoughts lately dwell on the friends I have left. Every feature of the countenance is deeply imprinted on my mind; nor will my thoughts stop here; I remember the emotions, I had almost said reluctance which some of them exhibited at my departure. The last look – the trembling hand – the faltering voice of an age father bears down on my spirits, & would be an overwhelming weight on my mind if I did not feel confident that this is the path that God has marked out for me to tread. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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February 12, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Feb. 12th. We still go with speed.—Have just passed the lat. of Hartford. My health continues good— can be employed all day in my studies without inconvenience. I never felt that I had so good an opportunity for improvement as now. Pen and paper, and books such as I want, a kind and able instructor, from hour to hour, by my side, whose delight it is to help me forward, and motives, drawn from the prospect of future situation, urging me to diligence. Perhaps you say, ‘Thus situated you can realize but little of the toils of a missionary life.—Prepare for the time when the scene shall change, —be laying up in store fortitude and resolution, with every Christian grace:—soon the demands may be great.’ Such, too, says a voice within; and while I desire thankfully to receive present comforts, my daily petition is also, that I may be fitting, by inward preparation, for all my Divine Master has in store for me. (Sybil Bingham)

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February 13, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

13. – This is the 17th Sabbath I have spent on board and a more pleasant one I hardly ever enjoyed. I have had some of that sweet melting of heart which gives for tastes of bliss. With this frame of mind I wish to live & die. With it I can welcome trials, without it I am lost to myself, and useless to the world. Oh my God were I to spend ten thousand lives they should be all devoted to thy service. Let me never sink again into that deadly security which shuts the mercy seat from my view. Let me summon into action all the energies of my soul, & ever live like one on the confines of eternity. Thus the salvation of the heathen & the glory of Christ shall be my motto in this life, & in the future, glory to God and the Lamb. – (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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

Feb 14. I arose this morning at an early hour and went on deck. The sea was calm and wrap unruffled; the weather similar to that of may, though the immediate rays of the sun were much more intense. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

14. – This day I have spent in humiliation fasting & prayer. Have had some ardent breathings after entire devotedness to God. I long to be more dead to the world & alive in Christ. What are the vanities of earth that they should thus engross my affections? If I possess the wealth of India I would spend it & my life too in spreading the Gospel of Jesus. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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

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