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
The religion of the Indians was vague and shadowy. They had no images,
but they worshipped a number of deities. Roger Williams said, that he
had heard the names of thirty-seven gods, to whom they rendered some
religious homage. They acknowledged, however, one superior being, named
Cautantowit, as the creator of men, and the giver of their corn and
other temporal benefits. They believed that Cautantowit resided in the
southwest,[107] in a delightful region, to which the souls of good men
went after death, and enjoyed fruitful fields, placid streams, abundant
game, and every thing else which an Indian’s imagination could conceive
as necessary to happiness. The souls of wicked men, as they believed,
would wander, without rest.[108] The separate existence and immortality
of the soul, and an endless state of retribution, according to the deeds
done in the body, were prominent doctrines in the narrow creed of these
rude savages. These doctrines are found among almost all nations; and
their prevalence can be satisfactorily explained only by supposing that
they are derived from the original revelation, and preserved, by
tradition, as well as by their accordance with the reason and instincts
of mankind.
The Indians had priests, who directed their worship. This consisted in
little more than occasional prayers, dances and feasts. Their religion
had little influence over their minds, as an incentive to virtue, or as
a source of consolation. They lived in gross darkness, and died without
hope. Though Eliot, Roger Williams, and others, labored for their
spiritual welfare, with some success,[109] yet the great mass of the
tribes went into eternity without a knowledge of the Saviour. It is
melancholy to reflect, that multitudes of these immortal beings died, in
all their darkness, after the glorious Gospel had begun to shed its
radiance over these hills and vallies. Our fathers desired and attempted
their conversion, but their efforts were baffled, by many adverse
causes. Let us, at this late day, endeavor to lead the feeble remnants
of these departed nations to the great Bishop of souls.
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