Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel LeechLeech, Samuel
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Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel Leech
Leech, Samuel
Adventure and adventurers; Leech, Samuel, 1798-1848; Sailors; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Personal narratives
I hope, my dear child, you will not fail to come home. Send me all
the particulars of your life, at the first opportunity. I am afraid
you have gone through a great deal of trouble and hardship since
I saw you. But the merciful Lord has been pleased to bring you
through the whole, and He is able to carry you through more, if you
put your trust in Him. It gave me great comfort to hear that you
are so well disposed, as I am sure you are, from the spirit of your
letter; it was more pleasure to me than if you had gained all the
riches in the world. I wish I was as well acquainted with religion
as yourself; but I will try to make a better use of my time, and
should it please God to let you come home, I hope you will be the
means of great good to me.
There are a number of Methodist meetings about us. The people
who live in our yard are very strict ones. I never disliked the
Methodists; I think they have a great gift of religion. I sent
your letter to Lady Churchill, formerly Lady Francis Spencer.
Both Lord and Lady Churchill were glad to hear from you, and are
your well-wishers. The Duke and Duchess of Marlborough are both
dead. Blenheim is much altered for the worse, since his son has
become Duke. Lord Francis, that was, makes a very good master; and
when the Duke died, he left Blenheim. His country house is in the
forest. Your father is his carpenter in the timber yard; he has
filled this situation six weeks. He comes home every Saturday; and
next spring they are going to place me and the children in a lodge
near him. We hope to have the happiness of seeing you there.
* * * * *
It is eight years the twelfth of last July, since you left us.
* * * Your father, brothers and sisters all join with me in hearty
prayers to Almighty God, that his blessing may be upon you; and if
it is his blessed will, we shall see you again; if it is not, we
must be resigned to what is fitting for us, and pray that we may
all meet in heaven, where all tears shall be wiped away. That God
may bless you, my dear child, is the sincere prayer of
Your ever loving mother,
SUSAN NEWMAN.
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