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
_My dear Children, I can hardly hold my pen to inform you of the
gloomy and unhappy end of both your Sisters; they are no more! poison
has put them into the grave: for all the springs and wells were
poisoned, by which perished many others also. Your Uncle and Aunt
P.---- with their Children, in number thirteen, had their heads cut
off upon a block in less than half-an-hour. Your Uncle V.---- was cut
to pieces upon an hedge[4]. A great many of your relations I need not
mention, perished in the most cruel manner: the magnificent City of_
du Cap-Francais _is burnt down to ashes by the Negroes; no more for
the present Adieu, Adieu, Adieu; my poor unfortunate Children, Adieu.
M. L. F. M. L._
[4] Being Persued by the Negroes, and as he was escaping
over an hedge, his Horse alighted; where the Barbarous
Negroes cut him in small pieces with their Swords.
After reading this letter, the Director said unto us, "my dear little
friends, I am deeply sorry for all your misfortunes, and still more
so, that I am obliged to send you out of the College; but my means do
not permit me to keep you any longer, you must be ready against to
morrow morning, I shall bear the charges of your Travel from hence to
_Bordeaux_: here is a letter for your Banker, that you are to deliver
soon after your arrival thither."
Never was a sentence more dreadful to me than this; torrents of tears
fell from my eyes; my Heart was almost broken: I was in such a
deplorable situation concerning these sad tidings that I thought I
should never be able to see the returning of the Day. Clouds of
Gloominess hung upon my mind; all the night long no rest was to be
found, neither in mind or body; and was forced to rise up, as I layed
me down.
We begun our journey in a coach and went as far as _Toulouse_, a City,
where we took a Boat, and finished our voyage by water, and arrived
safe at _Bordeaux_. We went to our Banker, and were received with
great kindness.
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