heart seems to share in the bitterness of everyone one whom
I mix with.
I am going to the Centre, six miles from this, and my
feeble fabric can
scarcely support itself; but obedience is
required if I faint by the way.
This is consequence
of leaving some of my morning’s work to do at
noon.
Take warning, O reader! and do the work of thy life sea-
sonably,
then thou wilt be at liberty to rest in pain, and
thy vigorous hours will
honour Him, who finished His
work at noon, by thirty-three, being Obedient
all His Days.
Had I gone forth at the first call of my Heavenly
Father,
my flesh and bones would now have rested in hope, and
my spirit
entered the pearly gate of the City of the New
Jerusalem, which is free, and
the Mother of us all, who
are sealed to the Day of Redemption, when our
bodies shall
be raised from the dust and formed a celestial temple,
for
the glorified soul and Spirit of the Living God to swell in
forever.
It is sown a natural body, it is raised a
spi-
ritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a
spiritiual
body: and so it is written, The first a Adam
was made a living soul, the
last Adam was made a quick-
ending spirit.
And as we have borne the image of the
earthy, we
shall also bear the image of the Heavenly:
For the trumpet shall sound; and the dead shall
be
raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
mo. 1805, Vernon, Oneida County.]
Samuel Kirkland, a Presbyterian missionary to
the
Oneida Indians, called upon me this
day to give me an
invitation to his residence. I felt unwilling for the
pre-
sent to comply with his request; but my aged friend ap
peared
determined to have me home with him. He said,
Skanando, the Old Oneida
Chief, had come thirteen miles
after him, to bring me again, for my last
Interpreter had
not done me justice, when I took my leave of them:
be-
sides, he could not trust any so well as his old
friend
Kirkland, who administered
the bread and wine unto him;
being the only man, and Chief, who joined
the Indians