_VOYAGE TO LIBERIA._
"Be sure they sleep not whom God needs, nor fear
Their holding light his charge, when every hour
That finds that charge delayed is a new death,
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So intimate a tie connects me with our God."
BROWNING.
There is wonderful harmony in God's work in the different kingdoms and
sub-kingdoms of His domain. When His method of working is resisted,
there is always harsh conflicting, and finally He removes the
obstacle; but wherever we look, so long as there is a submission to
His plan, there is never a jar, never a halt on the road to the great
end which He has in view, be it in the growth of a tree, in the motion
of a world through space, in the maturity of animal or human life, or
in the development of spiritual being. But the first rule that must be
fulfilled before He can rightly use any of His intelligent creations
is that they fully submit themselves to Him to be trained and used.
Just as the brook yields strict obedience to the gentle impulse which
moves it from its source on through its winding channel to its home in
the great ocean of waters, so all who are to be the servants of the
Most High must be _willing_ to become the instruments through which He
works, and must let Him flow through unhindered. Those whom He will
use He prepares just as much, and in a higher sense, as He makes the
lily grow--not by any toiling and spinning on its part, but by putting
a life within it which animates and builds up the whole structure; and
as the lily adorns the spot in which He puts it, so His workmen should
beautify the vineyard where He sets them.
It is a very marked fact in the lives of the two of whom I am writing
that they not only gave themselves up to be prepared by Him who was to
use them, but they also waited until He showed them where they should
work. There is work everywhere which is waiting to be done, nor does
any one do well who idly sits still until he is told just where to
begin, but God has His chosen workmen fitted on purpose for a special
place, as much as an earthly master-builder, and the time comes to
every one when it is imperative for him to hear the order which he is
to execute. The Lord spake unto Moses often, and He who made known His
ways then has power to tell His will to whom he wishes now, and the
proper messenger does not embark before the message comes.
I find in the earlier life of Eli and Sybil Jones that their great,
absorbing wish was that they might be in full harmony with Him whom
they served. They looked up to be taught, and He gave just the right
service to enlarge and strengthen their powers, so that they might be
prepared for the more difficult undertaking which now presented
itself. No one who reads the journal which follows will think they
went to Liberia prompted by their own feelings, but the service was
evidently _laid upon them_.
To understand properly the struggle through which Sybil Jones passed
before leaving her home, it will be necessary to picture to ourselves
the circumstances surrounding her nearly half a century ago. She had
grown to womanhood in a little town in Maine, having exceedingly
limited opportunities for obtaining a knowledge of the world and the
ways of men and women; she was now the mother of five children, who
needed their parents' care; she had just undergone the sorrow of
seeing many dear to her pass from earth, while still others of her
family were already on deathbeds: and now she was to go from all that
earth held dearest to her, perhaps never to see even her own country
again. To-day to travel is the ordinary course; fifty years ago it was
a rare and momentous event for one to go far from home. It would seem
most hazardous to a frail woman to go from Maine to Baltimore, there
to embark, not in a steamer with modern conveniences, but in a
sailing-packet with rough passengers and still rougher crew, for the
west coast of Africa. Let us not wonder as we read her account that
she waited long and counselled earnestly with her own heart, for if
she should go self-sent only perils insurmountable would be before
her, but on God's errands, sent by His command, she knew of nothing to
fear.
The _Friends' Review_ for 6th mo. 28, 1851, has the following
paragraph: "In the meeting of ministers and elders of New England
Yearly Meeting on Seventh day, 14th, our dedicated friend Sybil Jones
opened a prospect of an extensive religious visit to Great Britain,
Ireland, some parts of the continent of Europe, Sierra Leone, Liberia,
and some islands on the west coast of Africa and in the West Indies;
and her husband, Eli Jones, informed the meeting that he believed it
his duty to bear her company in this extensive and arduous engagement.
The subject obtained the weighty and feeling consideration of the
meeting, and, though Friends were fully sensible to the magnitude and
importance of the undertaking and of the apparently inadequate state
of her health, such a current of unity with the prospect was
experienced that all doubt of its propriety was taken away; and they
were accordingly liberated for the service. The sympathy and prayers
of their friends will unquestionably follow them."
As the most of the following year's work was in Liberia, it may be
well to speak briefly of the position and condition of that country.
Liberia is a negro republic on the west coast of Africa. Its length
along the coast is about three hundred and eighty miles, and its
entire area about twenty-four thousand square miles. Sierra Leone, the
country to the north of Liberia, was colonized by colored men from
Great Britain, assisted by such men as Grenville Sharp, Wilberforce,
and Clarkson, the first settlement being made in 1787, and composed
partly of negroes who had served in the British army during our
Revolutionary War. This and successive colonies were terribly weakened
by the death-stroke of the African fever, but they were finally
successful; and American philanthropists, who were eager to help an
unfortunate race, founded here in 1822 a colony of freedmen who might
enjoy the political and social privileges denied to them in the United
States. The town of Monrovia was founded and named after James
Monroe, then President. They landed in the midst of heathendom, and
the first years were years of struggle; but these colored men showed
that they could govern themselves. They drew up a constitution much
like the American, the first article of which read, "All men are born
equally free and independent, and among their natural inherent and
inalienable rights are the rights of enjoying and defending life and
LIBERTY;" and the fourth section, "There shall be no slavery within
this republic."
The republic has a President, Senate, House of Representatives, and a
judicial department, so that good laws are passed, explained, and
enforced. In 1847 the republic declared its independence, and was
finally in 1861 recognized by the United States as a sovereign state.
The Methodist Church established a mission here in 1833; the
Presbyterian Church followed this example, and sent J. B. Penny into
the field the same year. The American Episcopal Church was at work in
the republic as early as 1836, while the Baptists turned their
attention there in 1845, so that it was in fact a "missionary
republic." The present population of the republic comprises about
18,000 civilized negroes, chiefly of American origin, and 1,050,000
half-wild natives, who are gradually adopting a settled life and
conforming to the habits of their civilized countrymen. Professor
David Christy said in a lecture in 1855: "If a colony of colored men,
beginning with less than a hundred, and gradually increasing to nine
thousand, has in thirty years established an independent republic
amidst a savage people, destroyed the slave-trade on six hundred
miles of the African coast, put down the heathen temples in one of its
largest districts, afforded security to all the missions within its
limits, and now casts its shield over three hundred thousand native
inhabitants, what may not be done in the next thirty years by
colonization and missions combined were sufficient means supplied to
call forth all their energies?"
It was during this visit to Liberia that Eli Jones first felt his
heart fill with zeal for missionary work. One day, going to pay a
visit to President Roberts, he found a large band of fierce natives
assembled in the President's room to have him arbitrate their quarrel.
The dispute being settled peacefully, the President introduced Eli
Jones, asking a noble-looking chief if he would like to have this man
go with them to talk about God to their tribe. The prompt and earnest
answer was, "Yes, and we will build him a house if he will come and
stay." At once he saw in mind the needs of these and the thousands of
other human beings waiting for some one to bring to them the fuller
teaching of the way to a higher Christian civilization, and from that
date he was more than ever desirous to be an instrument of help.
The following poem was written by Elizabeth Lloyd[4] on the departure
of Eli and Sybil Jones for Africa:
[4] Afterward Elizabeth Howell. She is the author of the beautiful
lines entitled "Milton in his Blindness."
THE GOSPEL MESSENGER.
"Behold, I will send my messenger."
Dedicated to a service high and holy from above;
Guided by the inward teaching of a heavenly Father's love,
Listening to the soft monitions whispered in her spirit's ear,
Answering to the call like Samuel, "Lo, my Father, I am here,"
Child-like in her meek submission, His appointing to fulfil,
Trusting in His strength for safety, she went forth to do His will.
Bearing up His "ark of promise," she the weak became the strong,
In her heart a hymn of praising, on her lips a triumph song;
"Thou hast vanquished, O my Saviour--Thou who bore my sins for me;
Sanctify with thy anointing sacrifices made for thee.
As of old Thou ledst Thy children, showing them the cloud by day
And by night the fiery pillar, so lead me along my way.
"If I falter, if my heart be tempted by its doubts and fears,
If my eyes, to heaven uplifted, see Thee only through their tears;
If the clinging of love's tendrils bind my thoughts to things of earth,
And between me and my duty come the dreams of home and hearth,--
Oh have pity on me, Father, and if I should go astray
Let Thy angels, Faith and Patience, point me to the narrow way.
"Clear before me let the shining of Thy holy light arise,
Far behind me cast the shadow of my own poor sacrifice.
Can I doubt when I remember how the sea was cleft in twain,
And, a wall of waters rising, left a valley in the main
That Thy people might pass over on the golden-sanded path,
So to sing their song of triumph, safe from the pursuer's wrath?
"Can I fear when I remember Thou didst feed them day by day,
With thy manna, that like hoarfrost round the tents of Israel lay;
In the wilderness wast with them till their tarriance was o'er,
Sweetened Marah's bitter fountain, opened Horeb's rock-bound door?
Nay, Thy power and might, as ever, all omnipotent shall be:
'Rock of Ages,' what can move me if I lean my soul on Thee?"
Where the palms of Afric gather up the tropic heats by day,
Where the jerboa and the lion in their evening shadows play,
Where the streams are coral-bedded and the mountains gemmed with gold,
She is bearing forth a treasure human heart alone may hold--
Oil to pour on troubled spirits, seed to sow in barren place,
Soothing balm of consolation, knowledge of anointing grace.
"Ethiopia and the islands," far away her mission lies:
From the sweet New England homestead underneath her native skies,
To Liberia's dark-browed children, Sierra Leone's struggling band,
She has messages from heaven, guided by the Father's hand.
She is pointing out salvation: "Christ has no partition-wall;
We are children of one Father, and His love redeemed us all."
Oh, the fettered slave may hear it, sinking 'neath his weight of woe;
In the northland, in the southland, streams of gospel love may flow.
Not a partial gleam, a star-ray, gilding but a single night,
Was God's thought in His creation when He said, "Let there be light;"
Not a single soul's redemption when that piercing cry went up,
"Eloi lama sabacthani!" ere He drank death's bitter cup.
But a world-illuminating flood of radiance was born
When the angels sang rejoicing o'er the earth's baptismal morn,
And the souls of all created, and the souls of all to be,
Are partakers of redemption by that death on Calvary,
That divine self-abnegation of the holy Son of man--
Thought sublime in its expansion, theme beyond our finite scan.
Oh, the human heart a temple for the Saviour's love may be
In all nations, in all climates, on the land or on the sea:
Sect or color bars not entrance; only Sin her watch may set,
Keeping Him without the portals till with dew his locks are wet;
But He ceases not from calling, "Garnish and make clean for me;
Drive away the money-changers, in their place let angels be."
Through His instruments He calleth, humble tho' they be and weak,
That the deaf ears may be opened and the sealed lips may speak,
That the maimed may halt no longer, and the blinded eyes may see,
And the lepers, healed and cleansed, glorifying God may be.
Ignorance and sin are blindness, but as morning after night
Is the heart's regeneration when God says, "Let there be light."
The following account has been selected from Sybil Jones's journal. It
was written to be published soon after their return, but publication
was delayed, and now for the first time it is made public. It will
show, as few other writings, the emotions and strivings of a sincere
seeking soul. Her journals speak little, especially in her earlier
visits, of natural surroundings and ordinary events, for her spiritual
work seemed so weighty that nothing was allowed to turn her eyes from
that:
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SO. CHINA, _12 mo., 1850._ Painful are the baptisms that my poor
trembling soul tries to endure patiently. Forgive me, most gracious
God, if I dare repine. Death seems again lingering on our borders, and
the remnant of a once large family must soon diminish. My worthy
father seems drawing near the silent grave, but full of bright hopes
of a mansion in the eternal city. Though well knowing that the "Judge
of all the earth" will do right, yet sad is the thought that soon we
must lose his cheerful society and instructive counsel. Oh that this
deep affliction may prove a salutary cup to the soul, though very
bitter to the taste! I learn many awful lessons while sitting by his
bedside. It is a foretaste of heaven sweetly blended with a hope of
reunion around the throne. My soul is weighed down with the prospect
of more extended service in the cause of our holy Redeemer, and
lingers tremblingly on Jordan's banks. Oh, this Jordan seems awful,
but I must descend to its bottom, and may the eternal God be my
refuge, and underneath the everlasting arms! The billows overwhelm,
and I sink in deep mire where there is no standing. My health is frail
and my spirits flag. But amid all, the unchanging Rock is my support.
_1st mo., 1851._ With the unity of my friends I performed some errands
of love in some portions of our own yearly meetings. I went forth in
fear and much weakness, but through abounding mercy the peace of God
fills my heart. In the course of this visit I had a very interesting
public meeting in Nantucket. My spirit had long lingered around that
little island of the sea, and sweet was our communion together in the
love and power of truth. Dear father met me joyfully and expressed
great thankfulness for being permitted to meet me again below. He said
his soul was filled with a Saviour's love, and he longed to go home to
his heavenly rest, to join with saints and angels in singing the song
of Moses and the Lamb for ever and ever. It was a time of blessed
communion. My mind is deeply impressed with the language uttered
frequently in my inward ear: "Go offer a sacrifice similar to my
servant Abraham's;" which causes great fearfulness to come upon me,
and a sense of utter unworthiness and inability for such a momentous
work, feeling the least and last of those who name the great Name.
_2d mo._ Dear father seems near his eternal joy. He told me to-day
that he had been thinking I had a prospect of some service in a
distant land, and wished to know if I thought of such a thing. As I
had not named it to any one, and felt restrained from speaking of it,
I hesitated, but at length opened my feelings, at which he seemed
introduced into much sympathy, and desired me to be faithful, and then
placed his hands upon me, and poured out a fervent prayer to our
Father in heaven on my behalf for His holy presence to go with me, and
His almighty power to keep me from all evil. It was a solemn season,
for the painful and yet happy thought mingled in this communion that
when my frail bark must venture on dangerous seas his would be for
ever anchored on the shore of immortal joy.
This day I have been summoned to my sainted father's bed of death. He
was happy, full of heavenly peace, and, resting his ransomed spirit on
his Saviour's breast, there breathed his life sweetly away. Our loss
is great, but his gain glorious.
_2d mo._ We have conveyed his cherished form to its last
resting-place, and Jesus was with us and presided over all. Oh let his
name be praised and his matchless goodness be adored.
_3d mo._ My dear brother Augustine, whose health has been declining
for some years, seems rapidly following father, at which our hearts
are so stricken that sorrow's bitter tears, fast falling on a sainted
father's grave, are even shared by our dearest brother, on whose cheek
flushes the crimson hectic omen of dissolution. The painful thought of
the departure of our dear brother, the last earthly prop of the
family, seemed agonizing to our hearts. While these afflictive
dispensations are meted out, my spirit dwells in the great depths of
self-abasedness, and bears upon it too the burden of a Saviour's love
to sinners in a far-distant land. Oh fix the trust of my
tempest-tossed soul immutably upon the unchanging Rock!
To-day I have returned from visiting my sweet brother. He thankfully
acknowledges the mercy of being so calm and comfortable, though
rapidly hasting to the silent grave. Soon after the Lord saw fit to
plunge his soul into deep baptism for its purification. His distress
seemed entirely indescribable, but, being encouraged to believe it was
a refining process, though thus painful, to prepare him to partake
more fully of the joys of God's salvation, his faith seemed
strengthened to hope for mercy and deliverance in the Lord's time;
which time at last came, and ushered in the dawn of a glorious morning
without clouds. His heart was full of songs of joy. His constant theme
was the unsearchable riches of Christ. One day when I entered his
sick-room, he exclaimed, "Dear sister, I am glad to see thee: I want
to tell thee the joy of my soul. I have heard the language, as
intelligibly as anything I hear with my outward ear, 'Speak
comfortably unto Jerusalem, cry unto her that her warfare is
accomplished, her iniquity is pardoned, for she hath received at the
Lord's hand double for all her sin;' and, though I am most unworthy, I
believe this is applied to me, for my peace flows like a river." He
lived about five weeks from this time, and had indeed no more
conflicts; not a doubt or a cloud obstructed the continual shining of
the glorious Sun of Righteousness. He often said that he was as full
of songs of joy as his poor heart could hold.
Deep baptisms abide me, and such a painful sense is given me of my own
inability and nothingness that I am ready to shrink from attempting to
open the subject to my friends. My poor tempest-tossed soul dwells
near the valley and shadow of death. Liberia seems to press upon my
mind, but can all this be called for at such weak hands?
I have omitted to mention in its place a testimony of my dear
brother's to me a short time before his death. In an interview
together he thus expressed himself: "Dear sister, I have thought for
some time past that the Master had a service for thee in distant
lands across the ocean, and I have this to say to thee: _Go_ with thy
life in thy hand. It should not concern thee whether thou sees thy
native land again or not: heaven is as near there as here. Go and tell
the sinner of a Saviour's love; bear the good tidings to lands afar
off. I wish you to make timely arrangements, so as to move along
quietly." I replied: "Dear brother, I do not wish to repine at my lot,
but I have been thinking that thou art soon to be released from the
conflict, and that I must remain still longer in the field, and may
make some misstep and never reach thy glorious home." To which he
replied, looking at me most impressively: "The dear Saviour will never
leave thee; He will never leave thee, but when thy work is finished he
will bring thee to meet me in heaven." This seemed a renewed evidence
that the service was required, but so deep was my sense of frailty and
entire inability to do the work that I could not believe that the
Master would select me to go on such an important embassy, a service
of such vast moment. The evidence had been very clear, but the feeling
of unfitness for the work seemed to hedge up the way entirely, and I
thought unless some person would come to me and tell me the Lord
required it and would fit me for the work, I would not take a step. I
thought I could not receive it but from some one clothed with gospel
authority; and in looking over this class I selected dear Benjamin
Seebohm, who I knew was somewhere in America. I was very much reduced
in health, attributable to painful watchings and partings, for I slept
little and had little appetite for food. Our monthly meeting day
arrived, and, though my health was so frail that I had gotten out to
meeting but little for some time, I felt an almost irresistible
impression to go. I accordingly went. As I entered the door almost the
first person I met was Benjamin Seebohm. I could not have been more
surprised at the appearance of any person. In a moment my request
rushed into my mind, and thought I, "I am caught now; I have done
wrong in asking this sign, and may the Lord forgive me and in mercy
overlook this presumption, and not grant the request unless it is His
will, in condescension to my low estate." The meeting gathered under a
great solemnity. It seemed to me that this weighty service fell upon
it, and after a time of very solemn silence dear Benjamin arose and
took up an individual case, and so exactly described my feelings and
the service that no doubt remained but the Most High had sent him with
this message to me. My soul was poured out like water and all my bones
shook. I thought all present knew it was I, though not one but my
husband had been apprised of it (it having been to me too sacred a
thing to speak of). Indeed, I thought I was a spectacle for men and
angels, while the thoughts of my heart were revealed before many
witnesses and the work of the Lord proclaimed in demonstration of the
Spirit and with power. He spoke most cheeringly--explained feelings of
poverty as preparatory to this work, that the creature may be laid low
in the dust and the blessed Name alone be magnified; said the Lord
would abundantly furnish for every good word and work; that he reduced
the creature that all dependence on itself might be entirely removed,
and our confidence firmly fixed on Himself, who is the eternal
foundation of wisdom and knowledge. I did not see Benjamin again
until the day after my dear brother's funeral, when he came to our
house and lodged. He had a meeting in the place, and precious and
heart-searching was his gospel message. He likewise had a sweet
opportunity with the mourners at the house of my lamented brother's
widow. Long will this beloved Friend and his consoling heavenly
testimony be remembered.
_5th mo., Seventh day._ To-day is our select meeting, and my trembling
spirit is loth to fly, and yet afraid to yield. Who, indeed, can know
the agony of my spirit, save
"He who rolls the planets in their spheres
And counts the lowly mourner's tears?"
I thought it best to name my prospect to my two oldest children, a son
sixteen and a daughter twelve. The reply of both was, "Go, mother,"
though their full hearts would hardly allow utterance until tears lent
relief. With me words were nearly lost in feeling as I stood on
Jordan's bank again to tempt its fearful tide and deeper tread beneath
its wave. I had sat down to compose my thoughts for meeting, with my
grief-worn mother, by the side of the cradle where lay (all
unconscious of the deep pangs that rent our hearts) my dear little
Grelet, about ten months old. The rest had all come in and were seated
around, when my dear James Parnell, as if fully conscious of what was
passing in his mother's heart, took a book and commenced reading the
following lines:
"FORWARD AND FEAR NOT.
"Forward and fear not; the billows may roll,
But the power of Jehovah their rage can control.
The waves are in anger, but their tumult shall cease;
One word of His bidding will hush them to peace.
"Forward and fear not; though trials be near,
The Lord is thy refuge; whom shouldst thou fear?
His staff is thy comfort, thy safeguard His rod;
Be sober, be steadfast, and hope in thy God.
"Forward and fear not; though false ones deride,
The hand of the Highest is with thee to guide;
His truth is thy buckler, His love is thy shield;
On, then, to the combat--be sure not to yield.
"Forward and fear not; be strong in the Lord,
In the power of His promise, the trust of His word.
Through the sea and the desert thy pathway may tend,
But He who has saved thee will save to the end.
"Forward and fear not; speed on the way,
Why dost thou shrink from thy path in dismay?
Thou tread'st but the path that thy Leader hath trod;
Then forward and fear not, but trust in thy God."
So appropriate and touching were the sentiments that we were brought
into tenderness.
I have had many fears that the weight of the important visit will not
be fully valued by all my dear friends. My earnest prayer has been
that they may feel its weight as I have done, if it is of the Lord; if
not, that they may see it right to take the burden and release me. I
have this day ventured in great fear and much trembling to open my
prospect in the select meeting, and, to my trembling admiration, it
fell with solemn weight and awfulness upon the assembly. The great
Head of His own Church dispensed His holy power and presence and
condescended to be a Spirit of judgment to those who sat in judgment,
and an entire unity prevailed and cemented our hearts together in the
strong bonds of gospel fellowship and love, and the great Name was
held in reverence by those about Him. I feel somewhat relieved, and,
having cast the burden upon my friends, the return of evening finds me
trusting in my Saviour in sweet peace.
To-day is our monthly meeting, my health very frail, and my spirit
awfully bowed before the Most High. A sense of utter inability to
proceed in this momentous subject brings my soul into the dust of
death, but "I will look unto the hills from whence cometh my
strength." I was unable to attend the first meeting, and in great
bodily infirmity went to the last meeting to attend to the business
before me. I was strengthened to stand up and to open to my dear
friends the service on my mind for the Lord my God in a distant land.
It fell with great impressiveness, and yet as the gentle dew, upon the
solemn assembly, and all present seemed to have a sweet feeling of
unity and sympathy. The mountains indeed flowed down at the presence
of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob.
To-day our quarterly meeting convened, and it was signally owned by
the holy Head. In and over the first meeting was a sweet solemnity,
which lost none of its sweetness after separation to transact the
weighty business of the Church, which to me never seemed more weighty.
I was mercifully helped again to spread the important prospect before
the Church, which received its full and cordial unity, and many living
testimonials were given forth to the power and goodness of Him whose
ways are not as our ways. My heart was reverently bowed before Him who
makes a way through the roaring billows of discouragement and causeth
the mountains to flee away at His presence before the footsteps of His
little ones.
_6th mo., Newport._ Arrived on the island last evening, and to-day I
have to bring my prospect before the Church in its select yearly
meeting capacity. While I have not a doubt but the great Master
requires me to make the sacrifice of laying the burden upon my friends
for their disposal, I feel a fervent desire that we may not be
permitted to proceed unless it is the Lord's will. May it please Him
in whom are the treasures of wisdom and knowledge to dispense the
spirit of wisdom and judgment to the Church, and may the awfulness of
the service, with a sense of His dread majesty, power, and holy
cementing love, mantle the whole assembly! I took my seat with my
friends as a weaned child, passive in His holy hands whose will only I
wished to know and do, with great fear upon my spirit. The Lord helped
me to declare unto the Church what seemed to be His holy will who
declareth unto man what are His thoughts, who maketh the morning
darkness and treadeth upon the high places of the earth. The Lord, the
God of hosts, is His name. A solemn awe pervaded the assembly, and at
the place of prayer each spirit seemed to wait until a door of
communication was opened by Him who openeth and none can shut. The
mind of the blessed Head through the eternal Spirit was given forth in
many living testimonials. Great unity prevailed. The prophetic
declaration seemed applicable: "God came from Teman and the Holy One
from Mount Paran; His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was
filled with His praise." My soul returns unto her rest with songs of
joy. The endorsements placed upon our certificates by the select
meeting of ministers and elders have been read to-day, which brought
the subject again before the meeting, and it proved the calling of a
solemn assembly and the charge reposed in the Church. Our beloved
Benjamin Seebohm expressed, near the conclusion, that he had never
seen the trust of disposing of these weighty affairs better redeemed
than in the present instance. The convocation was concluded in
reverent, fervent supplication by dear Lindley Murray Hoag, wherein
near access was granted to the mercy-seat. We were committed to the
holy keeping and safe guidance of the blessed Shepherd when we should
be in distant lands across the great deep, and a rich heavenly
blessing was implored upon our tender children, whom for Jesus' sake
we must leave behind.
This evening we had a youth's meeting, which, as it reflected no glory
upon the creature, may have brought honor to the Creator. Our yearly
meeting was highly blessed with the holy Presence, which continued
through its several sittings. On leaving the island the language of my
heart was, "Thou, O my Father, hast dealt very graciously with the
last and least and most unworthy." But now comes the bitterness of
death, to leave all most dear in this life and go with our lives in
our hands at the bidding of the blessed Master; but my earnest prayer
is that we may be cheerful givers, for the Lord loveth such. Every
step thus far has been taken in the ability which He gives us. As He
has ordered our steps, so may we be fully His.
After reaching home we began making arrangements for embarking. It
seemed best to break up the family, as no suitable person could be
found to take care of the dear children, and we desired in this thing
to be directed by Him who hath called us to His work. Our eldest son
intends going to Haverford, a Friends' college in Pennsylvania, with
which we are well satisfied. As he is at the tender age of sixteen, we
had felt much solicitude as to his place and associates, and this
prospect seems favorable, as he will have good company, and dear
Marmaduke and Sarah Cope of Philadelphia have most kindly offered to
take particular charge of him.
Many have been the marks of divine regard to us and ours. We had often
thought of Liberia on the western coast of Africa as our first step,
but thought we must of necessity go by way of England; but in the
midst of our arrangements we received intelligence that the Liberia
packet was daily expected from the coast, and would return soon--that
it was the safest and most comfortable conveyance, and that it would
stop for a few days to two weeks at most of the principal ports on the
African coast, so that we could lodge on board every night; which was,
with little exception, an entire protection from the acclimating fever
so dangerous to the life of a Northerner. We sought in this exigency
divine direction, as we must leave so much sooner than we had planned.
This brought the final parting so near that heart and flesh seemed to
fail, and the dear children seemed much grieved and cast down at this
sudden wrench, as it were, of heart from heart in the most tender and
endearing relations. Our dear brother Cyrus seemed on the verge of
eternity: we had hoped to have seen him quietly at rest ere we left
our native land, and to have more time to visit our other beloved
relatives. We were brought very low, even into the deeps, before the
most high God, and there in fervent supplication raised our hearts to
heaven in this our hour of need; and the watchword was, "Gird on thy
sword, take thy helmet and march; the Lord hath need of thee now, for
the enemy mustereth his host, and my soldiers must be in readiness."
Impalpable mountains seemed to intervene, and high and fearful swelled
Jordan's deep waves. In this great strait the language was
intelligible: "Stand still and see the salvation of God."
_7th mo. 14th, Second day._ We received a telegraphic despatch that
the ship would sail the 20th, which would occur the next First day.
Our time seemed limited indeed. To-day our monthly meeting occurred,
and it was the greatest solemnity, I think, ever witnessed there. Then
came the pangs of parting; the ties of consanguinity and gospel
fellowship were being suddenly and unexpectedly torn asunder; we might
meet again, but probably it was a final separation to some present.
Our hearts were poured out like water before the Lord and for each
other's welfare. Several touching testimonies were given forth--I
might safely say as the Spirit gave utterance. Dear James Owen from
Indiana delivered a solemn and pathetic message touching the case of
our immediate departure. Our prayers were that our departure from
those with whom we had so long endeavored to labor faithfully might
stimulate them to greater dedication and faithfulness.
_17th._ Making arrangements for our expedition, believing it to be a
divine opening for us, entirely without our aid or concern. This P. M.
we must leave and proceed as far as Vassalboro' to take the cars
to-morrow morning. What tongue can tell my soul's anguish as the tears
flowed fast from each child's almost bursting heart? Had it not been
for the gentle accents of a Saviour's love, "It is I, be not afraid;
leave thy children with me," I could not have left them. We took our
dear children to the home of dear husband's father, two of whom--viz.
Sybil Narcissa and Richard Mott--we intended to take to Providence
School. There we must bid adieu to dear brother Cyrus, father and
mother, brothers and sisters, and friends who had collected to take
their leave. Here we had concluded to leave our little Susan Tabor,
about three years and a half old, who would often look in my face and
exclaim with a touching look that reached my very heart, "Don't leave
me, mother, thy little daughter; I will be a nice little lady; thee
won't leave me, will thee?" The strength of Israel was my confidence
at that moment. Our dear brother took our hands, and after pronouncing
the words, "The Lord be with you!" he whispered the last and sad
farewell while all around were weeping. We then took an affectionate
leave of all present, and left the sweet scenes of childhood for
perhaps many a year. Then proceeded to our friend Daniel Runnel's,
where was our Eli Grelet, not quite a year old. My heart yearned over
this lovely boy, whom I must cast from me. Then we separated, taking
the train for Providence School and dear James Parnell, who was to
take us to the cars. We arrived at our esteemed friend Alton Pope's,
where many Friends had collected, among whom were the Indiana Friends
and dear John D. Lang and wife. We sat down together for a little
time, and great tenderness and solemnity prevailed. I have lost two
dear brothers and five sisters and an estimable father, but never did
such hallowed, solemn, and unearthly feelings steal over my
overcharged heart as on this memorable day. We rose early in the
morning, and after taking leave of our much-loved friends, Alton and
Theodate Pope, hastened to the cars. Dear James seemed more cheerful
than I supposed he could be. At length we reached the dépôt, and the
painful moment came to bid adieu to our dear child; his bosom swelled
with emotion and fast fell the bitter tears. With a full heart I
pronounced my last parting blessing: "Dearest boy, farewell; God bless
and keep thee! I make this request as though it were my last: give thy
heart to thy dear Saviour now in thy youthful days; He will comfort
thy heart when we are far away." We arrived at New Bedford the same
evening. On our way we paused a few minutes at Portland, met our dear
friends R. and Sarah Horton, had a parting opportunity at the dépôt.
Next stopped a few minutes at Lynn, and several friends accompanied us
to Boston, where we had to wait about an hour, which was very
pleasant, as the company of those dear friends was very cheering to
us. They brought us several packages of useful and interesting things
for our comfort on board of the ship. Our hearts were touched with
grateful feelings for their Christian kindness. At New Bedford lives
my only sister; her health is so frail it is not probable (should we
return) that she will survive till that time.
_18th._ This morning we took the cars for Providence. The children
seemed to forget their trouble in their interest in new objects. We
stopped about four hours in Providence, where we left the children and
parted with our friends Joseph and Sybil Estes, who had accompanied us
from Vassalboro'. We took our leave of the dear inmates of the
Friends' school in a collective capacity--a very solemn season, our
two little ones being with them. We bowed before the Most High and
commended them to the care of Him whose mercy endures for ever. The
dear children, with several others, went with us to the dépôt, where
dear Samuel Boice and wife joined us. We gave a farewell glance to
all. The dear little ones' faces were bathed in tears. Here it would
be proper to say that we received the kindest attention from the
superintendents, Silas and Sarah Cornell, and many others. These dear
friends exerted themselves to procure some more needful things for us
with great interest. Having so little time, and going by the way of
Africa, we were lacking in some things which they most kindly
supplied. May Heaven's blessings rest upon them!
_7th mo. 20th, 1851, Chesapeake Bay, on board Liberia packet._ We
arrived in Baltimore about ten o'clock last evening, and found the
ship had left the wharf and stood off about eight miles waiting for
us, and that we should be expected to be on board this morning. Having
taken a solemn and affecting leave of the last familiar face in our
native land, we retired to our room, and, though now separated from
all most dear, we felt the loving presence of our Saviour.
_21st._ Made some arrangements to fit up our little "floating home" to
make it as agreeable as possible. Captain and officers very kind, and
all seem inclined to try to make us happy.
_22d._ Retired to our cabin after breakfast to read a portion of
Scripture and to wait upon the Lord. I felt drawn to supplicate the
throne of grace for all on board our frail bark, that the God of our
lives would keep us in safety and bless and protect our precious
children in our absence. Our time is mostly taken up in writing, as
the pilot will return at the capes. Dear Eli is engaged a part of the
day in teaching the emigrants to read, cipher, etc. We have some
interesting conversation with them, and find them as a whole rather
intelligent, and even pious.
_24th._ Calms and head winds seem to be our daily portion, but the
heavenly Pilot holds the ship and the winds in His holy hands.
Teaching the emigrants and writing to our friends keep us busy; health
comfortable.
_26th._ To-day brisk wind; we expect to pass the capes. At six o'clock
the pilot-boat came alongside and took off the pilot and a large
package of letters. We shall not hear from home or have any means of
sending intelligence until we reach Africa.
_27th._ We behold another morning in safety. It is First day, but
fearful has been the night. We had a thunder-shower with furious
winds. The rain fell in torrents and the thunder rolled deep, while
the vivid lightning seemed to envelop the ship in liquid fire. Our
trembling vessel would dash into ocean's depths apparently, and then
rise upon the mountain wave. We were brought to test ourselves whether
we were willing to make our graves in the caverns of the deep or gird
on the armor for the Lord's battles. To-day we entered the Gulf
Stream. We are making ten miles an hour. We are so enfeebled with last
night's rolling that we are neither of us able to sit up. The approach
of night again fills us with apprehension. The night again stormy. We
looked up in that hour of dismay and found an eye to pity and an arm
to save.
_29th._ Stormy night, exceedingly rough; not safe to stay in our
berths. With loss of appetite we are somewhat reduced. Felt somewhat
as Noah's weary dove that found no place of rest above the cheerless
waters.
_30th._ Boisterous weather still, but we are rapidly nearing Africa's
distant coast. Our helpless souls hang on Thee.
_31st._ Rather more calm. My dear Eli is improving, though still
feeble. A number of sweet little birds cheered us to-day, following
the ship some distance. I think that they deserve a better name than
"Mother Carey's chickens." At eleven o'clock we took our seats in our
cabin (it being meeting-day at home) to try and worship Him who
remains with them. Our spirits refreshed in blessed communion. At the
evening sacrifice we had a fresh assurance of the angel of the Lord's
presence. Delightful evening, every sail spread with fair wind. At
twelve o'clock, 1360 miles from Cape Henry. We feel our infirmities,
but can sing of the Lord's judgement and mercies.
_8th mo. 2d._ We have proceeded rapidly since leaving the capes; this
is the seventh day since leaving them, and we have gone two thousand
miles. Providence has sped us on our way. We find some very
interesting persons among the emigrants, with whom we converse freely;
we find them engaged to serve their God with diligence and love.
_First day._ A most charming morning. At eleven o'clock we sat down in
our little meeting. We have felt a very painful exercise since being
on board this ship. Our souls have been lifted up to God alone, that
He would order our service for Him among the inmates of the ship, and
the time, not daring to move (whatever we may suffer with the burden
upon our spirits) until the command is given: for this we wait in
watchfulness and prayer. After meeting it seemed best to us to try for
a meeting, and, no obstacle appearing, at the time appointed nearly
all assembled, and the short silence was blessed with His presence who
is invisible. With awfulness and fear we ventured to make known our
requests, and our dependent souls were made joyful in the house of
prayer. Great solemnity pervaded the assembly, and these desperate
spirits seemed contrited and made to fear. We were comforted with the
spirits of a little band of humble followers of the Lord in this
meeting, whom doubtless the Saviour loves. So great was my relief
after this meeting that the language of my soul was, "Return unto thy
rest, for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee." Last night
seemed sweet and peaceful. We heard neither oaths nor imprecations,
with which our ears had been saluted many painful nights before our
meeting. Fearfulness came upon us often when we heard the great Name
blasphemed, and such angry threats that we thought there was great
danger of their killing each other. A great change is apparent,
especially with the captain. May the Ancient of Days be honored for
His power!
_5th._ This morning the ocean is very smooth, scarcely a breath to
ruffle the blue. We have made little progress for two days. A sail has
been just in sight since First day P. M. We have been a little
suspicious of it. This morning we discovered a small boat approaching;
there was considerable conjecture with regard to the business of the
little messenger. She came alongside, containing six men, one of whom
tremblingly ascended the side of the ship, assisted by a rope. He
looked around, apparently with mingled emotions of hope and fear; his
first idea must have been that we had a cargo of slaves. He was met
with looks of kindness, and informed us that the first mate was ill
and that he came to obtain some assistance. It seemed they had been as
shy of us as we of them, but at length necessity had driven them to
the hazardous attempt. We had a colored physician on board, but he
seemed very unwilling to go with them, still fearing that some trick
might be played upon us. My husband offered to go with them, for which
my heart rejoiced, for I had felt a secret distress for them, and
thought we might be becalmed for some good to them. The little boat
left the ship, and had not rowed half the distance before a brisk fair
wind arose and filled our flagging sails, and away we made for the
disturbed vessel, and soon came alongside. The boat returned for
medicine, etc. It afforded my dear Eli great satisfaction to give them
a little assistance from our small stock of comforts. To nearly all of
us it seemed a providential interposition. A strong breeze now wafts
us on with thankful hearts, I trust. The ship proved to be a whaler
from Provincetown, out seven months. They wished for some books, and
we had the pleasure of furnishing them with several interesting books,
tracts, and papers, with which they seemed delighted. To-day we take
the trade-winds, so that we have a fair prospect of a quick voyage;
for this we feel we depend on Him who commands the wind. It seems that
all hearts on board try to manifest their kindness and respect.
_6th._ Every sail filled with a delightful breeze. Were greatly
refreshed together in reading and meditation upon Him who is our only
crown of rejoicing in our low estate. Ability was granted to ask a
blessing on the dear children. We have a very pleasant company--have
not heard a profane word since the meeting. I never saw so great a
change in a ship's crew. It is indeed the Lord's doings.
Saw a nautilus to-day. It spread its thin sail to catch the rising
breeze. The sailors call it a "Portuguese man-of-war." Dear Eli is
quite seasick to-day. At eleven o'clock sat down with as many
emigrants as could be comfortably seated in our cabin, to try to
worship Him who graciously sustains us upon the rolling deep. It
proved a season of heavenly communion.
_8th mo. 3d, Sixth day_, lat. 33° 53' N., long. 36° W. A school of
porpoises played round the ship for some time this morning. They
seemed delighted at amusing us, jumping several feet out of the water
and darting to and fro. We seemed nearing the shores of such intense
interest to most on board, and, though a sea-life is not desirable, I
do not feel anxious about reaching Africa. Great and fearful is our
responsibility, and dangers seen and unseen are in this untrod path.
May the God of our salvation have mercy upon us and direct our every
step!
_First day, 10th._ Unable to sit up this morning. Dear Eli sat by my
birth during meeting-hour, and our hearts were raised in aspiration
heavenward. P. M. Able to sit up toward evening, and we concluded that
it would be best to try for a meeting, which collected a little after
sunset under a clear sky and a full moon, all canvas filled. The moon
shed a mild intermingled gleam through the shrouds of our gallant
ship, and delightful indeed were our meditations. The silence was at
length broken by dear Eli in a feeling testimony to the universality
of divine grace. The people were encouraged to forsake their sins and
come to Jesus the Saviour of the world. It was a sweet, heavenly
season. We felt to tell them that it was not a light thing to be thus
remembered by Him who rolls the planets in their spheres. A great
change is apparent in all on board. Everything is almost as we could
wish, compared with what it was when we came. May we do nothing to
diminish the reputation of our beloved Society!
The captain says that we are about six hundred miles from the coast of
Africa in a straight line.
_14th of 8th mo._ Saw a whale to-day: shall pass the tropic of Cancer
to-night; chilly. About two days' sail from Cape Verde.
_17th._ Cool and pleasant, very different from expectation in a
tropical climate. I have been ill to-day; dear Eli somewhat better. It
being First day, we were present in spirit with our friends at home in
their meeting. Spoke a ship, and the captain and dear Eli took boat
and went off to her. She proved to be the St. Paul, bound to Cowes. We
sent a few lines home by her.
_20th._ A dreadful storm is on the main, and our ship is like a leaf
in the winds. Several sails are split, and we may lose all before
morning.
_21st._ My dear Eli is not able to sit up much, which saddens me.
_25th._ But little progress. I do not feel much anxiety but for my
dear Eli, who seems failing every day from loss of appetite and want
of things to make him comfortable, and for the poor emigrants, many of
whom suffer from the same causes.
_26th._ This evening there is quite an excitement on board. My Eli
discovered land; the captain thinks it may be Grand Cape Mount. The
captain just called us on deck and a novel scene presented itself. Our
ship seemed gliding through a stream of liquid fire, while each
crested wave shed a beautiful silver light amid sparkling gems that
bespangled the whole face of the deep. Thinking we might soon reach
land, it seemed right to have another opportunity with the emigrants,
which we obtained this P. M. We felt an impression that some one
present would soon be taken home to rest in Jesus. It proved a
satisfactory season, thankfully received by them.
_28th._ This morning early we were saluted with the joyful
intelligence that we were near Cape Mesurado. We hastened on deck, and
once more beheld the "dark green robes of earth," which never seems so
lovely as after a sea-voyage. The noble promontory is nearly covered
with a thick forest, interwoven with luxuriant vines that hang in rich
drapery from the branches of the trees, and the stately palm tree
rears its lofty head high in air, like some tall cliff. It was Nature
in her chastest charms arrayed. Soon my thoughts were diverted from
this deeply interesting scene to one as novel as can well be imagined.
The native canoes appeared, manned by natives without clothing. Soon
the water seemed almost alive with them, and the air rang with strange
sounds. We made ready to go on shore. I cannot describe my feelings at
this moment, but, like Peter, I thought that I must call nothing
common or unclean that God had cleansed. The captain, dear Eli, and I
were soon seated in one of our boats manned by natives, and in a few
minutes passed the bar in safety and reached the city of Monrovia,
just in rear of the cape, and with grateful emotions set our feet on
the shores of Africa.
B. V. R. James welcomed us to the shore, and kindly invited us to go
to his house and refresh ourselves. We proceeded up a gentle ascent
through the city as far as his house--were pleasantly received; took
breakfast and dined with them. Called on President Roberts and his
wife, who received us cordially; delivered our papers and letters;
they kindly invited us to call again and make our home with them if
agreeable. Called also at James B. McGill's, a very interesting
family, and returned before nightfall to our floating home. It has
been a fine day, though in the midst of the rainy season.
_29th._ Just returned from shore; had a pleasant day and a delightful
walk. Took breakfast at James McGill's, who with his pleasant wife
entertained us very cheerfully. Dined with Beverly Wilson, a Methodist
minister, who with his wife interested us highly. Visited the
Alexander high school, B. V. R. James teacher. It contained seventy
scholars, fifty of whom were present. They reflected credit on their
competent teacher by their advancement and circumspect demeanor. We
thought them as good scholars as those of the same age in America. We
imparted some religious instruction and suggested some trifling
improvements, with which the pious teacher and pupils seemed pleased.
One is our Master, even Christ, and all we are brethren.
_30th._ Morning rainy; dear Eli has been ashore; thinks the place
increases in interest every time he visits it. He has made two
appointments for to-morrow, one at the Methodist and one at the
Baptist house.
_31st, First day._ Morning rainy, but we thought best to try and meet
our appointments. Arrived in time, but got somewhat wet; changed
clothes. We felt it to be no ordinary occasion as we passed through
the throng to our seats and then mingled in sweet and sacred communion
for the first time with dear brethren and sisters in a distant land,
for whose souls we had long borne the burden of a dying Saviour's
love. The silence was impressive, and the streams of that river that
gladdens the heritage of God circulated sweetly through the assembly.
The holy fervor of gospel love filled our hearts to the great
abasedness of the creature. Ability was given us to show forth that
living faith that works by love to the purifying of the heart, and to
point out the difference between this saving faith and a dead faith
that the world and its spirit will overcome. We were melted together
as the heart of one man. The Lord reigned gloriously. At the close of
this solemnity the people wished to get our hands, giving
demonstrations of great joy at meeting us, and bidding us welcome to
their shores with great blessing. Dined at James B. McGill's. Our
afternoon meeting was increasingly interesting. We were led to explain
the nature of that worship which only can be acceptable to God.
Returned to our ship with the testimony sealed upon our heads. Not
unto us, but unto Thy great Name, be all the honor.
_9th mo. 1st._ Morning rainy; had to remain in the packet; evening
more pleasant. Passed our time in writing, reading, etc.
_9th mo. 2d, Third day._ Morning rainy; dear E. went ashore. He seems
quite improved, which is very cheering. We feel quite at home on
board, though far away dwell the hearts bound to us by the tenderest
ties.
_3d._ We went on shore and called on Sarah Smith, a pious colored
woman who keeps a place of refreshment; then called on President
Roberts and wife, and had a very interesting conversation on several
subjects relative to the interest and welfare of the republic. The
President was truly courteous and affable. In his manner there is an
elegant simplicity adorned with Christian piety. He said, "I am truly
thankful the Lord has sent you here, and for your prayers for us in
your native land." His wife's highest ornament is piety, which is
sweetly cherished in her gentle heart. After dinner, accompanied by
the President and his wife, we repaired to the Presbyterian place of
worship (a previous appointment). The house was crowded, but orderly
and still. It was given us to deal very plainly with the people.
_4th._ Raining; dear E. went on shore and visited a native town, with
which he was much interested. I felt the privation of remaining in the
ship; I was somewhat impatient at being confined in my cage-like
cabin. The deck being very wet, I was somewhat circumscribed, but in
settling up the day's accounts I did not feel fully satisfied, and my
earnest prayer is that I may keep my mind stayed on the Lord.
_5th._ Just returned from shore; have enjoyed the day much. Visited a
private school taught by Georgianna Johnson, and suggested some
improvements. Called on President Roberts and wife (they being
directors of two or more female benevolent societies) to obtain their
consent to meet those societies at their own time and place. We met
them the following day, and had a very interesting conference.
Suggested some improvements, such as ameliorating the condition of
those immigrants, many of whom are destitute of employment or not
willing to work, who lead a wretched life of indolence and
consequently vice. The President said that it was a source of much
solicitude to himself; he was fearful of the continuance of this state
of things. We suggested a house of industry. This struck him
pleasantly as the very antidote needed. Called at George R. Ellis's,
who is a magistrate. We were kindly received.
_6th._ Went on shore; had a very interesting opportunity with the
Ladies' Association (some of the most intelligent females in Liberia).
They managed their business in a correct and orderly manner, and by
their records and accounts show that they are doing much for suffering
humanity here. The emancipated slaves are sent here nearly penniless,
except their portion of land, which is an unbroken forest, and six
months' provisions, which are exhausted during the process of
acclimating. The fever reduces them much. It is the judgment of the
most intelligent residents of Liberia that it is best for the
immigrants soon after their arrival to take up their farms and work a
small portion of each day, clearing their land and planting sweet
potatoes, and with the abundance of fruit growing around them they
could live comfortably. This has been tried by some, and far less die.
With the fever much depends on keeping up the courage; there is but
little chance for those who abandon exercise.
_7th._ We went on shore at an early hour; took breakfast at Uriah
McGill's. Went to a First-day school containing ninety-four children,
twenty-five of whom are natives; the latter are not able to read the
Bible. At half-past two attended a meeting for the children. The
Baptist house, being the largest, was selected, and was well filled;
they were orderly and attentive. I trust impressions were made that
will never be effaced.
_8th._ E. went on shore. In the afternoon he returned with our valued
friend James B. McGill and two colored ladies, with their servants,
the latter going to Greenville, Sinon county. We left the shores of
Monrovia with a comfortable evidence that our labors were acceptable
to Him who had sent us forth. We were quite cheered with the prospect
of saying that we had personal acquaintances in Liberia.
_9th._ Anchored in Bassa Cove. Thank God for the blessings and mercies
that have attended us on this embassy of love!
_11th._ Came to anchor off Greenville.
_13th._ Went on shore and made arrangements for meetings--in the
morning at the Baptist house, in the afternoon at the Presbyterian.
The Methodist minister cordially invited us to attend the afternoon
sitting of the quarterly meeting, saying the meeting should be at our
disposal to worship in our own way. We were refreshed in the Lord.
_First day, 14th._ Had good meetings. At the Presbyterian house many
stood about, not able to get inside. We were blessed together in
heavenly places. Dined at Judge Murray's.
_Second day, 15th._ Set sail for Cape Palmas; anchored on account of
head winds. I fear we cannot visit the town, Settra Kroo.
_16th._ We are in sight of Settra Kroo still. May the Lord keep us in
safety!
_17th._ At anchor off Nasma Kroo; went on shore; called at the only
two colonist houses there, then visited the native village. Here a
strange scene presented itself: the females were entirely naked,
except a small covering about the loins, mothers with their naked
infants on their backs, from one month old and upward; lasses with
their skin painted indelible black and shining with palm oil, with
which they are besmeared, came in crowds and surrounded us, gazing at
me, crying, "White mammy;" others ran from us with fear. We gave the
mothers some crackers, and soon every one that could get a child
(sometimes quite as big as the pretended mother herself) had one
packed on her back to get a cracker also. They are a very shrewd
people--fine forms and well-proportioned. We visited the queen, who
has a separate room in the king's house. He was absent; she received
us quite graciously: her body was striped with white paint. We thought
best to try for a meeting. The king's house was selected. One of the
natives undertook to notify the meeting. He passed on before us,
stopping at each house, and very soon the people might be seen running
from every point toward the house where they were to have a "God
palaver," as they call it. A number gathered. A native named Giando
undertook to interpret for us. They were attentive--promised with
clamorous acclamation that they would do as we told them. The meeting
was relieving, and we have great cause for gratitude. Before we left
the village several females had painted their faces white, which made
them look ridiculous in the extreme.
_18th._ Set sail for Cape Palmas again. Came to anchor after sunset.
_19th._ Went on shore; called at Dr. McGill's; they received us
pleasantly. He occupies the vacancy made by the lamented death of
Governor Rupworm. Dined at F. Burns's, the Methodist minister. We
were interested in the information they gave us of the colony and
natives. The latter have three villages very compact, and with all the
heathen customs, the most disgusting of which is their unclad forms
that are seen in every direction, forming a striking contrast to the
neat dwellings, decent clothing, and intelligent countenances of the
colonists. On the outermost point of this high promontory is a
lighthouse, and about it the colonists' houses stand surrounded with
fine gardens and the beautiful African fruit trees. Made an
appointment at the Methodist house for to-morrow.
_20th._ We have not been able to meet our appointment, the swell is so
great. We have been somewhat disappointed in not getting to town, but
are sure that all is well under the supervision of Him who commands
the elements in His own consummate wisdom.
_21st, First day._ Beautiful morning; got safely on shore, and had a
large meeting in the Methodist house. In the sweet covenant of peace
and joy the meeting closed.
_22nd._ Got on shore, and rode in a small carriage drawn by natives
about two miles into the country, accompanied by Dr. McGill and his
amiable wife. Delighted with the scenery. The dwellings of the
colonists are comfortable, but most of their farms are uncultivated;
very rich soil. We have a strong apology to make for the indolence in
Africa: most of the settlers hitherto are emancipated slaves, worn out
with hard service in the land of oppression, from which they have been
sent after their spirits and strength are wasted by unrequited toil.
Then they meet this enervating climate. A number of energetic
husbandmen should be sent out with every colony to inspire them.
Manual-labor schools would doubtless succeed here, but the present
operations must fail to arrive at the happy results anticipated by the
philanthropists.
_23d._ Went on shore and had a most interesting meeting with the
children. Many youthful eyes were bedewed with tears as they heard the
glad tidings of a Saviour's love.
_24th._ Had a meeting at the Episcopal house. The Lord was with us. We
gave books and tracts.
_25th._ We were saddened by the conviction that some of us would meet
no more on earth. We left Cape Palmas with an additional interest for
Africa. We feel that we are only the pioneers--that the Lord will send
yet more honorable members of his household to this land.
_27th._ Very weak. Came to anchor off Sinon. My E. went on shore, but
I thought best to remain, write, and arrange for to-morrow. E.
returned wearied, but much delighted with his excursion into the
country.
_28th._ Went early on shore, and, taking our vessel's boat and crew,
proceeded up the Sinon River about two miles to a colonist settlement.
Our meeting was well attended and the word was heard with gladness. We
walked in a footpath some distance in a smart shower, and were wet and
much fatigued. Rested and dried our clothes a little before the
meeting. The people more industrious than any we have seen before in
Liberia.
_30th._ Went on shore; had a meeting in the Baptist house. It was a
final parting and a heavenly season. No doubt that we shall have the
prayers of these dear people.
_10th mo. 3d._ Anchored this P. M. off Bassa.
_4th._ Went on shore, but with much difficulty, it being the worst bar
on the coast. We proceeded along the coast until we found a place to
land in safety. The natives managed with great skill, and as soon as
we came near land they sprang into the water and caught me, and in a
minute set me down high and dry, seemingly highly gratified,
exclaiming "Mammy no wet." We called at a little cabin and got a cup
of tea made, and when the rain subsided we proceeded to the town.
Beautiful country, covered with orange trees and guava, but farms
sadly neglected. I think the plough is needed as much as missionary
labors, for without the former the latter cannot accomplish much.
P. M. Very rainy; had a ride in a hammock, or rather a substitute for
one--a piece of native cloth with the ends fastened together with
ropes, and a pole passed through loops; the poles rested on the
natives' shoulders. It was placed on the ground for me to step in and
lie down, but I begged the privilege of walking, which was refused, as
it would injure my health, for the rain was pouring. I did not like
it, although I did not get wet. The idea of a bier was constantly
presenting itself, together with the fear that it was too great a
burden for the poor natives. A terrible storm came up on our way back
to the ship, and we nearly lost our lives in the angry waves.
_5th, First day._ Had a meeting in the evening on board, as it was
very rainy. In retirement this day we could say with the Psalmist,
"How precious are thy thoughts unto me!"
_7th._ Went ashore and had a meeting at Edina, on the north side of
the St. John's River. It proved a memorable solemnity.
_8th._ Went on shore and had a meeting on the south side of the St.
John's, at Bassa. The blessed Head of the Church was pleased to feed
the hungering multitudes through His poor instruments. A number
collected to witness our departure, and we took an affectionate leave
of them, mingled with sadness, on our final departure from Bassa Cove.
Set sail about five o'clock with a brisk wind, which would take us to
Monrovia by sunrise, but it soon became calm, and we came to anchor.
The Lord knows what is best.
_9th._ We are quite anxious as we approach Monrovia, for here we must
decide whether to remain in Africa and wait a passage to England
(should none offer before the packet leaves), or return to Boston and
thence embark to Liverpool. I trust we are resigned to either as the
Lord wills.
_10th._ Anchored off Cape Mesurado. Dear Eli went on shore and found
letters from home. We read them together with much joy, as they
contained intelligence that all was well with the dear children and
those at home. Boundless is our debt of gratitude. One of the
immigrants who was in good health at the time of our last meeting on
board is dead. We learned that she died in peace, but was cruelly
treated by her husband.
_11th._ Went on shore accompanied by the President's wife. I took a
bundle of tracts and visited all the sick and infirm, distributing
tracts and imparting such messages of gospel love as were given me.
_First day, 12th._ Went on shore quite comfortably, although it was
wet, and attended a meeting at the Baptist house. Our meetings here
have been signally blessed. Truly the Lord's name is great in Zion.
_13th._ Rainy, but got on shore, and made calls and distributed
tracts. No way opens yet for Sierra Leone. We are wholly dependent on
Him who makes a way.
_14th._ Called at U. McGill's, J. B. McGill's, Beverley Willson's. I
then distributed tracts, and I think that I never saw so much
gratitude manifested in any part of the world I ever visited. As I
passed their little cots they followed me in numbers; even children
joined, holding out their hands begging for a tract. At length all
were gone, but a few more on board.
_15th._ Dear Eli went up the river St Paul, and visited New Georgia,
Upper and Lower Caldwell, Virginia, and Kentucky. I spent the day
making calls and giving tracts.
_17th._ It is a time of seeking the Lord among the people. The youth
are flocking to the Saviour. May a glorious accession be made to the
militant Church from Africa!
_19th._ Went on shore, and had a meeting at the Methodist house, and
it was a solemn occasion, as it was our final meeting.
_20th._ Went on shore for the last time, as the ship would sail at
three o'clock. Made several calls, one on a sick immigrant from
Antigua. Has been sick seven months, reduced to a skeleton; said he
had a wife and two children in his native land. As he spoke of them
his eyes filled with tears, and "God's will be done!" fell from his
trembling lips.
I went with some ladies to the highest point of this commanding
promontory. Had a fine view of the town and mountains toward the
interior. We met many a smiling face and heard many a "Thank you" as
we stopped at the little cots to distribute tracts. The Liberians are
very anxious to get these little messengers, and read them with
interest. We hope they may be a blessing to them. I handed one to an
aged woman, who clasped it to her bosom and exclaimed, "The Lord bless
you! I will keep it to read while I live, and when I die I will have
it put into my coffin."
We have left Monrovia, and as the land recedes from view the pangs of
separation from many, if not all, are keenly realized, not only by us,
but by the group on shore. But as the clouds dispersed around the
setting sun his last sweet rays rested upon the rich foliage, and
then, veiling his face in a mantle of crimson clouds, withdrew. We
leave Africa with sheaves of peace.
_21st._ Made little progress to-day. Though our returning in the ship
is very unexpected, yet all is peace, and it seems to us to be in the
will of Him who brought us in safety across the mighty deep. No way
has opened for us to go to Sierra Leone or England. We intend to
return to America (if no new opening appears) and embark at Boston for
Liverpool. In this way we may see our little ones; which seems almost
too great a favor. We have thoughts of stopping at St. Thomas, and
thence prosecuting our contemplated visit among the islands, if we can
make an arrangement with the captain that will answer and it seems
right.
_22d._ Delightful weather. This morning in silent waiting before the
Lord He gave us to feel His holy presence near, and an assurance that
He would still lead us and instruct us.
_23d._ The captain concludes to leave us at St. Thomas if we desire
it. We had looked toward home, but the prospect seems somewhat like
closing up. The will of the Lord be done!
Some swallows appeared this morning and flew into the cabin. They
lingered about all day. They may be emigrants from cold New England's
clime. They brought with them sweet thoughts of scenes and lands far
over the blue depths of ocean.
_28th._ Clear weather. Think it may be best to abandon the thought of
returning home, and stop at St. Thomas, one of the West Indies, and
commence our next labors. This seems a favorable opening, for a
Northern tour will be too great a change of climate. My health seems
greatly improved by a warm climate.
_30th, First day._ We sat down for meeting together, it being
meeting-day at home. We felt as the disciples journeying toward
Emmaus; we felt our hearts warmed and tendered together.
_31st._ St. Thomas is in our minds' view, but whether we shall get
there or not lies in the bosom of futurity. It will probably take two
weeks longer to reach there if the ship touches it. Our daily prayer
is to be directed aright.
_11th mo. 1st._ Dear Eli is much better, and my health is quite good.
The cook is quite sick; I fear he will not recover. He is in great
distress both of mind and body. How wise to prepare for such an awful
time in health!
_2d._ Last evening we read a chapter by the bedside of the distressed
sailor. My heart was poured out in prayer.
_3d._ We are sailing ten knots an hour toward our native land. The
captain does not think, on further reflection, that he can
consistently stop at St. Thomas. We had given up to go if the way had
been clear, and therefore think the hand of the Lord is in it. He will
accept the will for the deed. The cook seems recovering, and truly
penitent. He told me that a testimony delivered at our last meeting on
board was for him. He has been previously a very profane and wicked
man. This is a fresh instance of the mercy and longsuffering of the
Lord.
_6th._ We are approaching our native land with the sheaves of peace,
but feeling still bound to the work, not knowing the things that may
await us there. May my whole life be dedicated to His service who has
so remarkably blessed my going out and coming in!
_20th._ The captain concludes to set his course for Baltimore, hoping
to reach Cape Henry before our stores fail.
_9th._ About ten o'clock a pilot-boat came alongside and left a pilot.
Providence permitting, we may soon set our feet on the wharf at
Baltimore. Soon we must bid adieu to our home upon the ocean. We are
encouraged with the regular and sober deportment of all on board, and,
though our passage has been a protracted one, we do not regret it,
while we have beheld with thankfulness the operation of the Lord's
hand upon the crew of our brave ship, to which, with its inmates, we
shall now bid adieu with emotions of gladness and regret. Oh may all
that have sailed together here anchor at last in the kingdom of God!
Farewell!
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Soon after their return Eli Jones wrote an article for the _Friends'
Review_ setting forth the conditions of this African colony, and
recommending that some more work be done to help these enterprising
freedmen and the less enlightened native tribes within the republic of
Liberia. The article was reprinted, and was read by many. Still later,
while at work in North Carolina, he received a call from the president
of the African Colonization Society to attend one of their meetings in
Washington, which he accordingly did. As he entered the hall where the
exercises were being held a gentleman was delivering a discourse in
which he endeavored to show the impossibility of an equality between
negroes and white men, and consequently the hazardousness of the
experiment of allowing them to rule themselves. The chairman then
announced that the next speaker was to have been Eli Jones, but that
he had not yet seen him.
To his surprise, a man rose in the back of the hall, threw off his
overcoat, and came to the platform. He gave his name as the one called
for, and began to give his knowledge and opinion of Liberian
colonization. He took as his text the remark of the former speaker,
saying that he as a landowner and tiller of the soil went from Maine
to Liberia, where he stood on an equality with the landowners there;
but as he came in the presence of President Roberts there was not an
equality, since he, the white man, stood below the vigorous, wise,
strong-minded colored President of the republic. From that he spoke
for an hour feelingly and emphatically on the excellence of the work
going on in Africa, at the same time impressing the need of further
aid.