daily complained of the water we were using. My affliction was
greatly increased by finding that my dear wife's exertions on
my behalf brought on a periodical fever, the paroxysms of
which would remain with her six or eight hours. The vessel by
which we were to return to N. P. sailed on Sunday, November
23, much to my grief, as I was then a little recovering, and
hoped to preach; and so indeed I did, in much weakness, on the
sea beach, to thirty or forty persons, whilst waiting for the
boat. Once more I exhorted them to repent and believe on the
Saviour. We arrived here November 28, again improved in health
by the passage, and yesterday I superintended and taught in
the Sabbath-school two hours, and preached twice to our
Nassau crowded congregations. In the evening I endeavoured to
improve the death of our late esteemed brother Penney, who
died of yellow fever, aged thirty-five years.[A] And now you
will not be surprised when I assure you that I can adopt the
language of David, "Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am
weak." Our best thanks are due to Henry Armbrister, Esq., who
has allowed us to make four passages in his vessel
gratuitously, provided us with house, horses, &c., and
afforded us every help in his power. How mysterious, that with
such facilities coming from God, my lips should be sealed, and
my repeated efforts for the good of these islanders apparently
frustrated! But thus the great Sovereign shows that he has no
need of me; and that if he ever employ me, he is conferring a
great and undeserved favour. It is indeed to me a great
affliction to be prevented from labouring for my Master. There
is, I think, nothing which I so much dread, as the thought of
being an unprofitable Missionary, an incumbrance to the
society and to the church. I feel that I need affliction, and
I hope in the midst of it ever to desire its improvement,
rather than its removal. I am aware also, that my sufferings
bear no comparison with those of Brainerd, Zeisberger, and
many others, who in the midst of great tribulation cheerfully
bore the cross and scorned the shame; but when month after
month passes away, with nothing done for Christ, and no souls
brought near to God by my instrumentality, I feel depressed in
spirit. The Lord knows how much of self and pride there is in
all this; may he pardon and purify me! I can give you no
cheering accounts of usefulness, but I can most sincerely
assure you, if I know myself, I only desire to live actively,
faithfully, and perseveringly; to serve Christ with body,
soul, and spirit. Oh, pray for me, that I may not live in
vain, but that I may acquit myself as a good soldier until
death remove me from the field.
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