A short account of the extraordinary life and travels of H. L. L.----: native of St. Domingo, now a prisoner of war at Ashbourn, in Derbyshire, shewing the remarkable steps of Divine providence towards him, and the means of his conversion to GodH. L. L.
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A short account of the extraordinary life and travels of H. L. L.----: native of St. Domingo, now a prisoner of war at Ashbourn, in Derbyshire, shewing the remarkable steps of Divine providence towards him, and the means of his conversion to God
H. L. L.
H. L. L., 1783-1803?; Haiti -- History -- Revolution, 1791-1804 -- Personal narratives
Anxious to see the author of my days, I would have set out
immediately, but she entreated me to spend a week or two with her, to
which I agreed: we related to each other our misfortunes, and soothed
each other's sorrows. Once in my conversation I was speaking of that
barbarous and pretended Uncle of mine, who used me so ill when I was
in _France_; I asked her whether she knew where he was, she told me
that he was in the Town, and not far from the house; I was indeed
amazed that such a wretch was still alive; she told me also that he
came some times to see her; well, said I, if he comes I will be ready
for his reception, for I am no more what I formerly was, [_a Child_,]
that I should dread him. Two days after, he heard that I was in Town,
and came to see me: as soon as he came into the house, my mind was
struck with horror. He advanced towards me and asked how I did
stretching forth his hand to shake hands with me; I refused my hand
and said, Sir, I do not shake hands with people that I know not. "why
(_said he_) don't you know me?" no Sir! I replied: "why don't you know
your Uncle S?" no Sir! I never had any relation of that name: "why
don't you remember you lived in _France_ with me?" no Sir! for I am
sure I never saw you before to day, if I did, my mind does not afford
me the recollection of your features: "how is it you don't remember
me, who married your Aunt V.---- in second wedlock?" "Oh! yes I do now
you execrable villain; retire from my presence, monster of iniquities;
think not that you shall go unpunished, nor escape the wrath of GOD,
for the sword of vengeance hangs over your head, and will crush you to
atoms in an unexpected time that justice may be satisfied." He first
blushed, then became pale, and without replying left the house; and I
saw him no more while I tarried there. My Cousin was very much pleased
with my reception of him; but as the time I agreed with her was
expired, I thought of going to see my Mother; so I took leave of her
and embarked in a long-boat which was going that way: in four and
twenty hours I was landed at _Moutechristo_ where she resided, and was
not long to find out the place of her dwelling, the Town being small.
I will just let my reader know how I made my entrance: first, I
knock'd at the door; when in, I asked her whether she knew me; she
said no Sir; I asked her again whether she had not Children abroad;
she said yes, "but, [_giving a deep sigh_,] all my hopes are vanished,
for it is between thirteen and fourteen years since I have seen or
heard from them." I then said to her, behold the youngest of them
before you: she exclaimed in a transport of joy, "Oh! my Son is it
you? my dear H.---- is still existing?" and then fainted: but was not
long in that state, for her exceeding joy soon called her to her
senses again. My hard heart was melted in an instant; I could no
longer withstand that filial love; I threw myself into those arms
which were so desirous and eager to welcome me to that breast which
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