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
The first Sabbath of our life at sea, by permission of Captain
Barrows--who, by the way, was a very gentlemanly, kind commander--I
held a religious meeting on the quarter or poop-deck. My audience
contained all the cabin passengers, with most of those in the
steerage, the captain and his mates, together with most of the crew.
I told them I was not a parson, but I would talk to them as well as I
could. After singing and prayer, I spoke from Jonah i. 6; alluding,
among other things, to the late storm, and exhorting them not to
trust to storm religion, but to become the followers of God from
genuine principle. My audience favored me with profound attention.
Whether they were benefitted or not, the great day must determine.
It was in this same ship that the eloquent Robert Newton returned to
England. He favored her crew and passengers, every Sabbath of the
voyage, with one of his excellent and powerful discourses.
The following Sabbaths, owing to the weather and adverse
circumstances, I contented myself with distributing tracts and with
discoursing personally with the passengers and crew.
On the 26th of June, we saw the Irish coast on our weather-beam, and
on the evening of the 27th, we came to an anchor off Liverpool, after
a short passage of twenty days. Here, a steamboat came alongside,
bringing several custom-house officers, who came on board, and
carrying our cabin passengers ashore. The next morning we hauled
into the magnificent docks of this celebrated city of commerce,
where our baggage was landed under the spacious sheds that surround
the wharves. From thence it was conveyed, in small carts, drawn by
donkeys, to the custom-house for inspection. This tedious process
over, the passengers separated, each bound to his respective home;
for, having passed the ordeal of the custom-house, every man is left
at full liberty to go whither he pleases. I and my family proceeded
to a tavern, contrasting, as we went along, the dark, dingy aspect
of Liverpool, everywhere discolored by the fumes of coal-smoke, with
the light, cheerful aspect of our American cities; and giving the
preference to the latter, notwithstanding my English prejudices.
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