Memoir of Rev. Joseph Badger: Fourth EditionHolland, E. G. (Elihu Goodwin)
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Memoir of Rev. Joseph Badger: Fourth Edition
Holland, E. G. (Elihu Goodwin)
Badger, Joseph, 1792-1852
"The latter part of August I was invited to attend a
meeting in the upper part of the town of Ringsey, a place
whose inhabitants were said to be remarkably hardened and
wicked. I thought a place like this should not be shunned
by a minister whose commission it is to seek the lost. At
the time appointed there was a general attendance. I had
rode a long distance, and both myself and horse were very
much fatigued. I had no attention whatever paid me as to
refreshment, nor did their sense of civility or bowels of
compassion disturb them with a single thought about the
needs of the faithful animal that had done its part in
helping them to a minister, and that stood very patiently
by the side of the fence. I stood, a stranger, in the midst
of _glaring_ spectators. I recollect that when walking
through the assembly, I felt an emotion of tenderness and
solicitude for them that nearly impelled me to tears. I
spoke to them from Zech. 9: 12, and, if ever the Being who
gave me my mission assisted me in fulfilling it, it was
then. Though very feeble in health I spoke to them over one
hour, and the power of God came down upon the assembly, and
many wept aloud. At the close I gave opportunity to any who
wished me to pray for them to indicate their mind by
rising, when the greater part of the assembly arose. The
cry was audible and general, 'What shall I do to be saved?'
In my closing prayer I could scarcely be heard. Though
late, I mounted my horse, and rode nine miles to Shipton,
where, at the house of Mr. Heath, I was kindly treated. But
I was so weary and exhausted that I retired without
refreshment, and did not visit Ringsey again for several
weeks, leaving them to work out their own salvation. I then
proceeded up the St. Francis river about seventy miles, to
the town of Dudswell, where I found a happy circle of
Christians. When I again returned to Ringsey the scene was
wonderfully changed. Old and young flocked into the streets
to meet and welcome my return. I could not pass a house
where I was not urged to go in. I occasionally spoke to
them during my stay in that country. Truly in this place
were the songs of the old and the young mingled together.
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