Memoir of Roger Williams, the Founder of the State of Rhode-IslandKnowles, James D. (James Davis)
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Memoir of Roger Williams, the Founder of the State of Rhode-Island
Knowles, James D. (James Davis)
Rhode Island -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775; Williams, Roger, 1604?-1683
“Feb. 5. The ship Lyon,[29] Mr. William Peirce, master, arrived at
Nantasket. She brought Mr. Williams, a godly minister,[30] with his
wife, Mr. Throgmorton, Perkins, Ong, and others, with their wives and
children, about twenty passengers, and about two hundred tons of goods.
She set sail from Bristol, December 1. She had a very tempestuous
passage, yet through God’s mercy, all her people came safe, except Way
his son, who fell from the spritsail yard in a tempest, and could not be
recovered, though he kept in sight near a quarter of an hour; her goods
also came all in good condition.”
The strong contrast between the situation of the present inhabitants of
the metropolis, and that of the little company of suffering exiles in
1630, forces itself on our minds. They were few in number. They had no
suitable dwellings to shelter them from the rigors of winter, then more
severe, perhaps, than any which we now experience. They were almost
without food. Disease was among them, and several of their number sunk
into the grave, whose lives might doubtless have been preserved, had
they been furnished with suitable shelter, food and medicine. When they
looked around them, all was dreary and melancholy. “Where now exists a
dense and aggregated mass of living beings and material things, amid all
the accommodations of life, the splendors of wealth, the delights of
taste, and whatever can gratify the cultivated intellect, there were
then only a few hills, which, when the ocean receded, were intersected
by wide marshes, and when its tide returned, appeared a group of lofty
islands, abruptly rising from the surrounding waters. Thick forests
concealed the neighboring hills, and the deep silence of nature was
broken only by the voice of the wild beast or the bird, and the war
whoop of the savage.”[31]
How different the situation of the present inhabitants. That little
company has swelled to more than sixty thousand. Those forests, which
then covered the hills and vallies, are gone; the ocean has been driven
back from much of the space over which it then rolled; and now, where
stood the few tents and cabins of the first settlers, have sprung up,
over the whole peninsula, sumptuous structures and spacious temples,
comfortable dwellings, ample warehouses, and every thing which can
minister to the happiness of men. The poorest of its citizens is better
sheltered and better fed, than some of the richest families among the
first inhabitants. Let them give devout thanks to God, that He has
reserved for them a happier lot than that of their fathers. Let them,
amid their profusion of blessings, praise the Lord, who has done so
great things for their city, and its successive generations. Let them,
above all, hold fast those great truths, for which the founders
sacrificed every thing dear to them on earth.
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