Narrative of a Private Soldier in His Majesty's 92d Regiment of Foot — John Shaqi
Narrative of a Private Soldier in His Majesty's 92d Regiment of FootBillany, George
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Narrative of a Private Soldier in His Majesty's 92d Regiment of Foot
Billany, George
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 1789-1820; Soldiers -- Biography; Soldiers -- Religious life
When under this temper of mind, I happened, with a number of other
soldiers of the regiment, to be at the meeting-house one evening; and
after the ordinary service of praise and prayer was over, the preacher
desired the soldiers to remain, intimating that he had something to say
to us. He then addressed us, on the propriety of joining in a class
meeting, informing us how many soldiers had joined in a class meeting,
in a neighbouring town, in his circuit. He said that some of us might
scruple, because he was not of the same religious principles as those we
had been brought up in. This might be true; but he remarked that we had
no opportunity of joining with those, who were of the principles in
which we might have been educated, there being none in the place; that,
if we chose to form a class meeting, he did not require that we should
be of the same principles with him in every thing; but that if we were
concerned for the salvation of our souls, it would be for our benefit,
while we were absent from home, to be united together, for the purpose
of social worship and instruction.--I thought the proposal candid and
reasonable, and put down my name, as one willing to join in a class
meeting. I thought it would be a means of helping me in the work of
personal reformation. For a short time I went on pretty well in my own
estimation, abstaining from any thing that was open and flagrant; but
secret sins overcame me, although I had set myself to resist them with
all my might; and this broke my peace of mind. It happened, that there
were a number of the regiment, and amongst them some of my own comrades,
taken ill with dysentery; and several died of the disorder. This alarmed
me much. I began more seriously than ever, to contemplate the
uncertainty of life. I read seriously, and with great attention, those
portions of Young's Night Thoughts that treat on that subject. I entered
fully into the spirit of the poet, and applied to my conscience his
reflections. My security of life was completely broken. Every night I
lay down to sleep, I was afraid I might never awake, and every morning I
arose, I was afraid I might die before night. I would say to myself in
the morning, "Some of my fellow creatures, who are living at this
moment, will be dead before night; and how can I tell but I may be one
of them!" This subject never made so strong an impression on my mind as
at this time. I never was so much afraid of death, except on occasions
of evident danger. I could no longer place death at a distance. I saw
myself in danger of being snatched away every moment in numberless ways,
and put the question to myself, "Were I to die this moment, what hope
have I of escaping hell and getting to heaven?" and I concluded, that I
had no hope of heaven whatever, but every reason to fear that hell
should be my portion.
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