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				<p>Pioneer trails: Overland to Utah and the Pacific, 1847 to 1869</p>
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						<note type="520">Handwritten autobiography. The manuscript includes excerpts from diaries and copies of correspondence. The autobiography and letter copying were begun in the 1880s. Harris writes about his youth in England, his conversion to the Mormon Church in 1849, his immigration to the United States in 1851, and the overland journey to Utah in 1852. Harris describes traveling conditions, the nature of the trail, and his work as a teamster. Harris settled in Pleasant Grove, Utah where he married two polygamous wives. They divorced him in 1873. Harris moved to Salem, Idaho in 1888 and served as a Mormon bishop there. Included are minutes of Mormon Church meetings, minutes of the Salem Library Association, and patriarchal blessings of family members.</note>
						<note type="545">Mormon pioneer, bishop, and merchant who settled in Utah and Idaho.</note>
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Autobiography<lb/>
-ov.-<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">George H.A. Harris</orig>
						</name>
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Including Sketches<lb/>
-ov.-<lb/>
Predecessor's L.<lb/>
and<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Devon (England)">Devonshire</orig>
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Monday November 6</date>
						<note target="n6">[6]</note>
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Mr 187<lb/>
						<note target="n7">[7]</note>
"THE LITTLE IDA"-Drawn by <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Mitchell, Neil">Neil Mitchell</orig>
						</name>.-[See Page 653.]<lb/>
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					<head>Genealogy<ref>Religious life; Children; Death; Women; Diseases</ref>
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					<p>
The subject of this notice<lb/>
Mr. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James Harris</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
(My Father) was born <date value="1793-04-26">April 26t<unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear>
							<lb/>
1793</date> at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Hayle (England)">Hayle</orig>
						</name> (better known<lb/>
formerly as "Hayle Copperhouse"<lb/>
in the county of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cornwall (England : County)">Cornwall</orig>
						</name>, a place<lb/>
honorably distinguished in the<lb/>
annals of Methodism for the pure<lb/>
fervent, simple and unafected piety<lb/>
of the people, and their zeal &amp; self<lb/>
denial in the cause of God.<lb/>
From his infancy he was ac-<lb/>
customed to the duties of the sanctu<lb/>
ary &amp; the family altar - had the<lb/>
advantage of pious parental ex-<lb/>
ample - &amp; his first religious impre<lb/>
sions were received in the sancti<lb/>
ty of a domestic circle, hallowed <lb/>
by the constant voice of prayer &amp;<lb/>
praise.Nothing of a peculiar<lb/>
nature marked his early history.<lb/>
His days of childhood were pas<lb/>
sed amidst those infantile gambols<lb/>
&amp; innocent recreations which usual<lb/>
ly characterise that period of hu-<lb/>
man life &amp; have been immortal<lb/>
ized in story &amp; in song.But at<lb/>
the age of seven, he had to suffer<lb/>
his first trial, &amp; it was indeed a <lb/>
painful one; the ruthless hand of<lb/>
death deprived him of his natural<lb/>
guardeen, leaving his mother a <lb/>
widow, &amp; 6 young children father-<lb/>
less.This stroke - almost over-<lb/>
whelming - was, however sanctified<lb/>
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3<lb/>
to the survivors.The pious wi-<lb/>
dow had learnt who had said -<lb/>
"Thy Maker is they Husband" &amp;<lb/>
"Leave thy fatherless children to me;<lb/>
I wil preserve them alive!" and <lb/>
was therefore, induced to confide<lb/>
in a gracious providence - to take<lb/>
a firmer hold of the way of life -<lb/>
&amp; to live more for God &amp; eternity<lb/>
In the exercise of a filial confi-<lb/>
dence, she was enabled to "rejoice<lb/>
even in tribulation;" the praises<lb/>
of God were constantly on her tongue<lb/>
&amp; even while at her domestic duties<lb/>
her humble dwelling would echo<lb/>
with her clear, shril voice, war-<lb/>
bling her favorite stanza:-<lb/>
"Reign, true Messiah, reign!<lb/>
Thy kingdom shal remain<lb/>
shine<lb/>
When stars &amp; sun no more shal<lb/>
Mysterious Deity<lb/>
Who ne'er began to be<lb/>
mine<lb/>
To sound thy endles praise be<lb/>
Such an example could not be <lb/>
without it's influence on her child-<lb/>
ren, &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James</orig>
						</name> early began to evid-<lb/>
ence a concern for his soul by a<lb/>
regular attendance on the public<lb/>
&amp; private means of grace, &amp; by a<lb/>
serious &amp; devout demeanorAt<lb/>
the age of 20 he began to meet in<lb/>
class &amp; formally identified him-<lb/>
self with the people of God.  From<lb/>
that time he  maintained his "pro-<lb/>
fession of faith without wavering"<lb/>
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4<lb/>
His religious experience was<lb/>
clear &amp; definite; "He had tasted<lb/>
the wormwood &amp; the gall" of re-<lb/>
pentance, &amp; the sweetness of for-<lb/>
giving love;" &amp; could point as wel<lb/>
to the season of his mourning for<lb/>
sin, as to the time when, &amp; place<lb/>
where God spoke peace to his <lb/>
soul, &amp; filled him with happiness<lb/>
in the Holy Ghost thro' believing<lb/>
During a life of painful vicis-<lb/>
situde he "kept the faith" main-<lb/>
tained a faithful adherance to<lb/>
the doctrine, government, &amp; insti-<lb/>
tution of his own section  of the <lb/>
Church; &amp; amidst many faithless<lb/>
"Unmoved, unshaken, unseduced<lb/>
His loyalty he kept."<lb/>
When arrived at the age of 24 he<lb/>
left the parental roof, &amp; in the hope <lb/>
that the change would conduce to<lb/>
his advan<del type="overstrike">tage</del> cement in life, at<lb/>
the instance of maternal Aunt<lb/>
went to reside at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>, in<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Devon (England)">Devonshire</orig>
						</name>, known at that time<lb/>
only as a fishing house on the<lb/>
shores of the <name type="place">Bristol channel</name>,<lb/>
tho' it has since attained to some<lb/>
importance as a fashionable wat-<lb/>
ering place.Here  he felt<lb/>
all the inconvenience, arrising<lb/> 
from strange circumstances &amp; as-<lb/>
sociations, which call for the ex-<lb/>
ercise of christian vigilance, whatch-<lb/>
fulness &amp; prayer; Here also he for<lb/>
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5<lb/>
the 1st time experienced "a famine<lb/>
not of bread, but of the word of life"<lb/>
The Established church had lost<lb/>
"the spirit in the letter - the sub-<lb/>
stance in the shaddow;" &amp; there was<lb/>
then but 1 disenting interest in the <lb/>
place - that  of the independents,<lb/>
whom, tho' he loved as <hi rend="underline">friends</hi>,<lb/>
he could not recognize as <hi rend="underline">members</hi>
						<lb/>
of the <hi rend="underline">family</hi> to which he belonged.<lb/>
Their theological views (at that per-<lb/>
iod especially) were so decidedly <lb/>
opposed to the apprehensions of<lb/>
truth which he  had conceived,<lb/>
that he never seriously enter-<lb/>
tained the thought of uniting with<lb/>
them in church fellowship, altho'<lb/>
it is not improbable that such a <lb/>
step would have tended to his world-<lb/>
ly interest.  Such matters, however<lb/>
never weighed with <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James Harris</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
where conscience, religion, &amp; the<lb/>
devine honor were concerned.<lb/>
Having endured his spiritual<lb/>
privations for a while, he at leng-<lb/>
th (in conjunction with 1 or 2 others<lb/>
who were like minded) applied<lb/>
to the Methodist preacher resid-<lb/>
ing at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Barnstaple (England)">Barnstaple</orig>
						</name> (about 11 miles<lb/>
distant) who occassionally visit-<lb/>
ed the town, &amp; preached to an<lb/>
increasing company the word<lb/>
of life, &amp; shortly after this <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Il-<lb/>
fracombe</orig>
						</name> was placed as a sta-<lb/>
tion on the circuit plan.  A<lb/>
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6<lb/>
society was formed, of which<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">Mr. Harris</orig>
						</name>, &amp; his truly amiable<lb/>
&amp; exelent wife were 2 of the <lb/>
1st members, &amp; preaching was<lb/>
regularly established on the Lord's<lb/>
day, in a smal upper room, hired<lb/>
for that purpose.  Al sacrifices<lb/>
which the day of eternity alone <lb/>
will declair, the little band<lb/>
cordially welcomed &amp; hospitabl-<lb/>
ly entertained the messengers of<lb/>
truth.Never did a people more<lb/>
heartily or gratefully adapt the <lb/>
sentiment of the Profit.  "How beau-<lb/>
tiful upon the mountains, are the<lb/>
feet of him that bringeth good ti-<lb/>
dings &amp;c"  "They heard the word<lb/>
with gladness" - it took root in <lb/>
"honest hearts" &amp; its fruit became<lb/>
manifest to all around.Lo-<lb/>
cated at so great a distance from<lb/> 
the circuit town, from whence they <lb/>
drew all their supplies <del type="overstrike">from</del>
						<add place="supralinear">for</add> the<lb/>
pulpit, &amp; there being at that time<lb/>
but few laborers in the gospel<lb/>
vinyard, they were not unfrequent-<lb/>
ly left to their own resourses, to<lb/>
conduct public worship as best<lb/>
they could.But on such occas-<lb/>
sions their meetings were regularly<lb/>
held, &amp; were "sanctified by the word <lb/>
of God &amp; prayer"In the gift of pray<lb/>
er they exelled greatly, &amp; the fre-<lb/>
quency with which it was brought<lb/>
into exercise gave them facilities of<lb/>
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7<lb/>
expression, origanility of conception,<lb/>
power, &amp; effect, seldom equaled.<lb/>
After suffering for years the incon-<lb/>
venience of crowding together in a <lb/>
confined &amp; ill-ventilated room (the<lb/>
best approach to which was thro'<lb/>
a butchers slaughter house) the<lb/>
heart of <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">Mr Harris</orig>
						</name> was cheered by<lb/>
in intimation from a pious gentle-<lb/>
man (<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Shippery, William">Wm Shippery</orig>
						</name> Esqr) who had<lb/>
providentally called at his house,<lb/>
that he would give a sum suf-<lb/>
ficient to build a "Wesleyan chapel"<lb/>
The kind offer was thank fully ac-<lb/>
cepted, &amp; in a short time the foun-<lb/>
dation stone was laid by the late<lb/>
Rev. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Smith, John">John Smith</orig>
						</name>, then travel-<lb/>
ling in the <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Barnstaple (England)">Barnstaple</orig>
						</name> Circuits.<lb/>
Mr Harris was the builder;<lb/>
&amp; Oh! how many fervent prayers<lb/>
did he present to God "while<lb/>
the temple was building" that<lb/>
his blessing might attend the work,<lb/>
&amp; that his presence might beautify<lb/>
&amp; his glory fil the house, consecra-<lb/>
ted to his worship, making it the<lb/>
birthplace of precious immortal<lb/>
souls.  His whole soul seemed<lb/>
to be absorbed in the work, so that<lb/>
(as he once informed the writer <lb/>
of this notice,) when the 1st timbers<lb/>
had been set up to form the <lb/>
roof, he thought that in his ex-<lb/>
cessive joy the spirit would have<lb/>
burst its clay enshrinement and<lb/>
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8<lb/>
soared away to mansions of bliss<lb/>
At length the "top stone was bro't<lb/>
forth with shouting" the building<lb/>
with a school-room atached, also<lb/>
a dwelling house were completed<lb/>
and the former dedicated to the<lb/>
worship of God, in the summer of<lb/>
the year 1832.The sermon on<lb/>
the occassion were preached by the<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Hill, Isaiah">Rev. Iasiah Hill</orig>
						</name>, who had been<lb/>
the instrument of the conversion of<lb/>
the gentleman by whose Christian<lb/>
liberality it had been errected.<lb/>
From this time a sphere of more<lb/>
extensive usefulness opened up be-<lb/>
fore <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">Mr. Harris</orig>
						</name>, who readily em-<lb/>
braced it.  He had more than once<lb/>
essayed to preach the gospel, &amp; his <lb/>
name had appeared on the local pre-<lb/>
cher's plan; his state of health, how-<lb/>
ever, &amp; the imperative demands of<lb/>
a numerous family compeled him<lb/>
to relinquish a work in which his<lb/>
heart delighted.  As a class leader<lb/>
He was energetic, faithful, affect-<lb/>
ionate and effective; As superintend<lb/>
of the Sabbath school, which grew<lb/>
&amp; multiplied under his judicious man-<lb/>
agement, he was exceeding useful, &amp;<lb/>
many of the children wil be the<lb/>
crown of his rejoicing in the day of<lb/>
Christ Jesus"The writer was prea<lb/>
ching at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>, a short time<lb/>
since, &amp; at the close of the public<lb/>
service a young man stood up &amp;<lb/>
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9<lb/>
bore honorable testimony to the zeal<lb/>
&amp; fidelity of <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">Mr. Harris</orig>
						</name> whose pious<lb/>
instructions (tho' for the time unhead<lb/>
ed) had followed him to the utmost<lb/>
verge of the green earth, &amp; issued<lb/>
in his conversion to God; &amp; now af-<lb/>
ter an absence of 71/2 years, he re-<lb/>
turned to his native town, and<lb/>
found his instructor silent in the<lb/>
grave, but his memory embalm-<lb/>
ed in the heart of the young.<lb/>
Mr Harris was also Chapel Stew<lb/>
ard, prayer leader &amp;c. &amp; in every<lb/>
department of trust &amp; labor he was<lb/>
"found faithful" manifesting in each <lb/>
a zeal for God which, by the lapse<lb/>
of time, did not diminish or grow<lb/>
cold.  He ever cherished a deep<lb/>
interest in the spiritual welfare<lb/>
of the sons of the ocean; whenever<lb/>
the "Bethel Flag" was hoisted he was<lb/>
found siting beneath its shade<lb/>
&amp; always evinced a desire that<lb/>
the Methodist preachers should<lb/>
share with their brethren of other<lb/>
religious denominations the labor<lb/>
&amp; reward of this "work of faith &amp; love<lb/>
We now come to the closing scene<lb/>
of his useful life; &amp; here we find<lb/>
him suported by the consolations<lb/>
&amp; animated by the hopes inspired<lb/>
by that religion, which it had been<lb/>
his hapiness to enjoy, &amp; study to<lb/>
recomend both by precept &amp; examp-<lb/>
le for so many years.  In the year<lb/>
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10<lb/>
1849 that fatal scourge, the Asia-<lb/>
tic cholera, swept thro' the land<lb/>
&amp; scattered death &amp; distruction in<lb/>
its train.It visited <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
&amp; among its victims was <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James<lb/>
Harris</orig>
						</name>, who is suposed to have <lb/>
taken the contagion while perform<lb/>
his duties as undertaker to some<lb/>
who fel under it's raviges.  But the<lb/>
awful messenger did not find him<lb/>
unprepared.  He had lived for<lb/>
years as a dying man; the wals<lb/>
of his clay tenement had been shak<lb/>
en by an asmatic affection, which<lb/>
had often aparantly bro't him to <lb/>
death's door; &amp; now when surround-<lb/>
ed by instances of mortality; &amp; the<lb/>
victim of a devasting pestilence were<lb/>
caried to the "house apointed by all<lb/>
living" the house of prayer was open<lb/>
&amp; the voice of Mr Harris heard in<lb/>
solemn tones exclaiming, with pe-<lb/>
culiar emphasis as if ashured of<lb/>
his aproaching dissolution -<lb/>
"Who <hi rend="underline">next</hi> may be summoned away<lb/>
My merciful God, <hi rend="underline">is it I</hi>?"<lb/>
At length the King of Terrors enfold-<lb/>
ed him in his icy embrace; but<lb/>
Death had been despoiled of his sting<lb/>
he had a "hope as an anchor to his<lb/>
soul, sure &amp; stedfast, entering with-<lb/>
in the vail," he had built upon the<lb/>
"sure foundation stone which God<lb/>
in Zion lays" &amp; he now found it<lb/>
immovably secure" "I am upon the<lb/>
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11<lb/>
rock!" he triumphantly shouted "Give<lb/>
my love to my brother <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Joseph, d. 1853">Joseph</orig>
						</name> &amp; tel<lb/>
him the Lord is with me! &amp; of his<lb/>
children who were absent from him <lb/>
in various parts of the world, but<lb/>
were constantly present to his mind<lb/>
he said - "Tel my children to serve<lb/>
their father's God, &amp; to meet me in<lb/>
heaven <unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear>" &amp; thus tho' racked with<lb/>
strong pains, he expressed his con-<lb/>
fidence in God, &amp; <del type="overstrike">t</del>his warm in-<lb/>
terest in the spiritual wel-being<lb/>
of his kindred, til the "earthly house<lb/>
of his tabernacle" fel, &amp; his happy<lb/>
spirit was "gathered to his fathers,"<lb/>
to inherit its reward, on Monday<lb/>
the <date value="1849-09-24">24th of September 1849</date>.<lb/>[-]
"He set as sets the morning star<lb/>
darkened west<lb/>
Which goes not down behind the <lb/>
sky<lb/>
Nor hides obscured amidst the tempess <lb/>
heaven<lb/>
But melts away into the light of<lb/>
His remains were intered in his vault<lb/>
in the Wesleyan Chapple yard on<lb/>
the Thursday following his decease,<lb/>
&amp; the solemn occassion was improv-<lb/>
ed in the chaple adjoining on <date value="1849-09-30">Sun-<lb/>
day the 30th</date> by <name type="person">Mr Hilman</name>, a<lb/>
resident local preacher.  The fil-<lb/>
ial affection of his daughter, has er-<lb/>
rected a tablet to his memory (as<lb/>
wel as to that of her  mother, who<lb/>
survived him but 7 month) over a-<lb/>
gainst the pew in which they were <lb/>
accustomed to worship.  The<lb/>
above imperfect sketch is ren-<lb/>
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12<lb/>
dered as a last tribute to his mem-<lb/>
ory, by one who enjoyed his friend<lb/>
ship for 20 years, &amp; sincerely la-<lb/>
mented the stroke which deprived<lb/>
his family of a parent - the church<lb/>
of an ornament - &amp; himself of a<lb/>
friend.<lb/>
						<note target="n8">[8]</note>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Barnstaple (England)">Barnstaple</orig>
						</name>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Knill, John James">J. J. K.</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
This was printed in the (John James Knill)<lb/>
						<name type="newspaper">
							<orig reg="Christian Magazine">Christian Magizine</orig>
						</name> page 421-424.<lb/>
J.J.K. truthful in many respects, was slightly in error in others<lb/>
My Dear Father was not buried on Thursday, he was buried <lb/>
on Tuesday.  An ackount of the nature of the disease which took<lb/>
him off. (see Tom's letter page 15) My Dear Father desired his<lb/>
love to his Bro <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Joseph, d. 1853">Joseph</orig>
						</name> &amp; to his children but his last words<lb/>
were "Tel my dear <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">George</orig>
						</name> I go unto my Father's &amp; Grand-<lb/>
father's God"  Being bab on the <date value="1849-09-06">6th Sept'r</date> &amp; getting a strong testi-<lb/>
mony I thought shure Father would beleive my testimony, So I wrote<lb/>
him a long letter &amp; showed him how he had been worshiping a <lb/>
God without body parts or passions, while I had found a God<lb/>
of revelation, He showed the letter to the <name type="person">Rev. L. Beard</name> &amp;<lb/>
asked what he should say in reply.  Beard said "dont an-<lb/>
swer it, make out as tho' u never received it or  your son<lb/>
wil show the answer to some of ther Elders &amp; they wil cut<lb/>
us up finely,  hence it must have made some impression<lb/>
in the old man's mind.<lb/>
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					<head>Genealogy<ref>Religious life; Death; Women; Diseases; Commerce</ref>
					</head>
					<p>
						<note target="n9">[9]</note>
13<lb/>
						<note target="n10">[10]</note>
(My Dear Mother) <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Eliza Rawlings, 1791-1850">Eliza Rawlings</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
(2nd) Born <date value="1791-02-01">Feb 1st 1791</date> at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Marizion (England)">Marigion</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cornwall (County : England)">Cornwall England</orig>
						</name>.  Maried <date value="1822-10-22">Oct 22nd 1822</date>
						<lb/>
to <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James Harris</orig>
						</name> of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Hayle (England)">Hayle</orig>
						</name> Copperhouse<lb/>
Cornwal Eng.  She was of a meek<lb/>
and peaceful disposition, A dutiful<lb/>
Daughter, Affectionate Sister, Loving<lb/>
Wife, Fond Mother, An oblidging<lb/>
neighbor.  She took greaat delight in<lb/>
the worship of her Heavenly Creator,<lb/>
&amp; often would her sweet trebil voice<lb/>
be heard dispensing melody toward<lb/>
of praise.  Her hospitable doors<lb/>
were ever open, her table spread,<lb/>
and the sofetest bed appropriated to<lb/>
the weary preacher of Methodism.<lb/>

Her industrious habits in the milinery<lb/>
line (as wel as her household duties)<lb/>
were very succesfully attended in pro-<lb/>
viding the many necessary articles al-<lb/>
ways <del type="overstrike">wanted</del>
						<add place="supralinear">needed</add> in a growing family.<lb/>
As a sample of my Dear Mother's feelings<lb/>
I copy from her Diary <date value="1842-08-24">1842 Aug 24</date> "My <lb/>
Dear dear ^<add place="supralinear">
							<hi rend="bold">Son</hi>
						</add>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John Sharland Harris</orig>
						</name> (my<lb/>
older Bro.) left us for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Bristol (England)">Bristol</orig>
						</name> bound him-<lb/>
self an apprentice on the <date value="1842-08-27">27th</date> for 4 years<lb/>
for 35₤ on board the <name type="ship">"Philaria" Schooner</name>
						<lb/>
Captn <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Levering, Ed">Ed Levering</orig>
						</name>.  Sept 3rd sailed<lb/>
for Leghorn, thro' kind providence<lb/>
reached there in 21 days.  O my bless-<lb/>
ed Redeemer bring them Home in<lb/>
safety and give them and us grateful<lb/>
hearts."  (I beleive John was the 1st to leave<lb/>
the Home Circle) <date value="1842-08-31">Aug 31</date> (same year) "Our<lb/>
much distressed Eldest Son <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas Jas</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
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14<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Harris</orig>
						</name> left us for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="London (England)">London</orig>
						</name>, intending<lb/>
to improve in buisness (Joiner and<lb/>
Cabinet Maker) but not being able<lb/>
to get employment and not having<lb/>
money to bring him Home, was ob-<lb/>
lidged to enter in the Band (<date value="1842-09-10">Sept. 10</date>)<lb/>
of the 99th Regiment, sent on board<lb/>
the "<name type="ship">Earl Grey</name>" (12) and on the <date value="1842-09-18">18th</date> left<lb/>
for <name type="place">Plymouth</name> (25) on (my Dear Father<lb/>
went there to see him &amp; purchase his<lb/>
time but did not succeed as they were<lb/>
under sailing orders) <date value="1842-10-05">Oct 5th</date> sailed for<lb/>
						<name type="place">New Zealand</name>.  O my blessed Redeemer<lb/>
save his dear soul <date value="1842-10-08">Oct 8th</date> He was 18<lb/>
years of age" My Dear Mother fretted a<lb/>
good deal over this scrape as she ab-<lb/>
hored the life of a soldier.  She sank <lb/>
to the ground on 1st hearing the news &amp;<lb/>
said she would sel her feather bed to<lb/>
release him.  The money was borrowed<lb/>
from Cousin <name type="person">Rogers</name> of London 25₤ &amp;<lb/>
Thos James was released  It cost 21₤ for<lb/> 
his discharge &amp; 4₤ for passage Home -<lb/>

After his release My Dear Mother would<lb/> 
often take pleasure in singing<lb/>
"The Soldier's Year<lb/>
Upon the hill he turned, to take a last<lb/>
fond look.<lb/>
At the valley, and the village church, &amp;<lb/>
the cottage by the brook<lb/>
He listened to the sounds so familiar<lb/>
to his ear<lb/>
And the Soldier leant upon his sword<lb/>
and wiped ^<add place="supralinear">away</add> a tear.<lb/>
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15<lb/>
Beside that Cottage porch, a girl was<lb/>
on her knees<lb/>
She held aloft a snowey scarf , which<lb/>
fluttered in the breeze;<lb/>
She breathed a prayer for him - a <lb/>
prayer he could not hear;<lb/>
But he paused to bless her as she<lb/>
knelt, and wiped away a tear.<lb/>
						<lb/>
He turned &amp; left the spot - O! do not<lb/>
deem him weak -<lb/>
For dauntless was the soldier's heart,<lb/>
tho' tears were on his cheek.<lb/>
Go watch the formast ranks, in dang-<lb/>
ers dark career,<lb/>
For sure the hand most daring there<lb/>
has wiped away a tear.<lb/>
						<lb/>
I was the next to leave the parental <lb/>
roof in 1845, &amp; in 1849 My older Bro.<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Abraham Sherland">Abraham Sherland</orig>
						</name>
						<date value="1849-08-01">Aug 1st</date> left Home<lb/>
for Ship <name type="ship">Wilberforce</name> for Upper <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Canada">Can-<lb/>
ada</orig>
						</name> &amp; found a plenty of work with<lb/>
his Mother's Bro. "<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Rawlings, Richard Uren">Richard Uren Raw-<lb/>
lings</orig>
						</name>:  My Sister (The oldest of the <lb/>
family) also cleared out for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Somerset (England)">Somerset-<lb/>
shire</orig>
						</name> So my dear Mother mus have<lb/>
felt lonely "Bereft of all her children"<lb/>
Now came (if possible) a severer trial<lb/>
The loss of her dear Husband.  I re-<lb/>
ceived the following.  <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracrombe</orig>
						</name>
						<date value="1849-09-24">Sep. 24th<lb/>
1849</date>.  Dear <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">George</orig>
						</name> On Behalf of your<lb/>
Dear Mother, I write U these few lines<lb/>
to inform U of the death of your Father<lb/>
this morning (Monday) at 8. O.clock.  He<lb/>
was taken ill yesterday afternoon.<lb/>
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						<note target="n11">[11]</note>
16<lb/>
He must be interred tomorrow.  Sorry <lb/>
to say it is very bad here 2 or 3 a day last<lb/>
week.  Your dear Mother is very much<lb/>
hurt, but I hope in a day or two, She<lb/>
wil come round again.  I have written<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas</orig>
						</name> &amp; desired him to come home di-<lb/>
rectly, to finish work your Father was <lb/>
doing at Bickles-comb.  Beleive me<lb/>
to remain.  Yours Truly.  <name type="person">Walter Toms</name>.<lb/>
I ar. 2 days after ^<add place="supralinear">off the earth</add> &amp; was able to console her<lb/>
somewhat ^<add place="supralinear">by letters</add> but she fretted &amp; never more <lb/>
was her dear voice heard in song.  She <lb/>
gave way to incessant grief which caus-<lb/>
ed a strong inflamation of her wind-<lb/>
pipe &amp; on the following April, My <lb/>
Sister advised me of the serious illness<lb/>
but even now she would try to bear<lb/>
up as the following "Her last letter to<lb/>
me will show" ^<add place="supralinear">
							<hi rend="bold">March</hi>
						</add> (Sund) 24th  My dear<lb/>
dear <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">Henry</orig>
						</name>. your long story makes me<lb/>
very uneasy, 1st I thought dear <name type="person">John</name>
						<lb/>
may be home and Left <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Liverpool (England)">Liverpool</orig>
						</name> be-<lb/>
fore you get there, then that would<lb/>
have teased you more than if you had<lb/>
not gone there at all, the next thing <lb/>
I feared you had not much naviga-<lb/>
tion on board.  I have heard many<lb/>
say they did not like to trade to Liver-<lb/>
pool.  I thought you would stay so long<lb/>
at <name type="place">Charlstown</name> until the rough winds<lb/>
of march came on.  We had 3 weeks<lb/>
very fine.  On Friday it began to blow<lb/>
&amp; still blows very hard, last night &amp;<lb/>
to day has been snowing.  this morning<lb/> 
about 11 it was snowing &amp; the sun shin-<lb/>
ing, the sun soon conquered &amp; the snow<lb/>
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17<lb/>
disapeared.  On Monday last we received<lb/>
a letter from <name type="person">Mrs Murry</name> &amp; a post office order<lb/>
₤1 saying your Brothers vessel is not <lb/>
expected home for 4 months.  She wil<lb/>
not send anymore money until after<lb/>
the next male.  I hope my dear child<lb/>
you wil not trouble about sending me<lb/>
money, I hope to get on until I see you<lb/>
we must still hope  all for the best.<lb/>
On Wednesday we  had a letter from<lb/>
poor <name type="person">Thomas</name> He said "Yesterday my dr<lb/>
						<hi rend="underline">Li</hi> presented a Bible to her dear child<lb/>
has from the hands of his dying mother<lb/>
It being his birth-day, also she sent<lb/>
me a sovering as a token of affection<lb/>
I think it a mark of love.  We expect<lb/>
every post to hear of his heavy loss He<lb/>
appears quite overwhelmed, if he does<lb/>
not take refuge in Christ.  I fear the<lb/>
world wil soon lead him captive<lb/>
&amp; distroy him (His wife died Apr 9th a<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Newport (Wales)">Newport</orig>
						</name>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Monmouthshire (Wales)">Monmouthshire</orig>
						</name>  By Monday's<lb/>
post we sent to you at <name type="place">Charlstown</name>
						<lb/>
that you might know about <name type="person">John</name>, we <lb/>
expect you sailed before you got <del type="overstrike">there</del>
						<add place="supralinear">it</add>
						<lb/>
we received yours on Tuesday, I am<lb/>
thinking much about you this blow-<lb/>
ing wind, the Lord preserve you my<lb/>
dear child in peace and fill you with<lb/>
all his life &amp; love, your sister's work<lb/>
appear coming in I may say increasing<lb/>
I have a few bonnets in the straw<lb/>
line I know you wil be happy to<lb/>
read, your dear Mother can stil block<lb/>
a bonnet.  I have been very week &amp;<lb/>
poorly but can do a little to the<lb/>
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						<note target="n12">[12]</note>
18<lb/>
bonnet line every week, my throat<lb/>
is not well yet, &amp; I have not been able<lb/>
to eat meat &amp; things to strengthen, <hi rend="bold">me</hi>
						<lb/>
which makes me apear week,  your<lb/>
Sister wishes me to have advise I <lb/>
do not like the Doctors.  She says <lb/>
she wil tell you all about it.  I beg<lb/>
you wil be more of a Christian than<lb/>
to friten yourself when yesterday I<lb/>
eat a Leg of a Foul; today the other<lb/>
leg, I had a fine foul lenght yester-<lb/>
day, tomorrow I hope to enjoy another<lb/>
part, if you were here you should<lb/>
have 2 or 3 parts, your sister do not<lb/>
like this sort of <hi rend="underline">meat</hi>, we cannot<lb/>
tell how we do not hear from <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Abraham Sherland">Ab-<lb/>
raham</orig>
						</name>, I hope you will not take<lb/>
cold for want of a trousers, you<lb/>
better get a pair if you are not<lb/>
likely to call in, Bless you my <lb/>
dear <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">Henry</orig>
						</name> beleive me as ever<lb/>
Your affectionate Mother <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Eliza Rawlings, 1791-1850">E. H.</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
Hearing that my mother was gradually<lb/>
sinking I left <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Dublin (Ireland)">Dublin</orig>
						</name> on the <date value="1850-04-24">24th of<lb/>
April 1850</date> &amp; by way of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Plymouth (England)">Plymouth</orig>
						</name> by<lb/>
Steamer, to <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Exeter (England)">Exeter</orig>
						</name> by Stage Coach, to <lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Bristol (England)">Bristol</orig>
						</name> by Omnibus thence to <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfra-<lb/>
combe</orig>
						</name> on foot I ar. <date value="1850-04-27">27</date> &amp; foun my<lb/>
beloved mother sitting in her last bed<lb/>
with arm open to welcome her dar-<lb/>
ling to her brest.  She admonished me<lb/>
to reflect &amp; ask devine assistance<lb/>
before I embraced any other religion<lb/>
but the one she had always enjoyed.<lb/>
She spoke with peculiar empha-<lb/>
sis, the fallen stranger, the one she <lb/>
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19<lb/>
in health had so often enjoyed in song.<lb/>
"Give me the wings of faith to rise<lb/>
Above this vale and see<lb/>
The saints above how great their joys<lb/>
How great their glories be.<lb/>
She passed quickly away at 17 m. past <lb/>
12 on the <date value="1850-05-07">7th day of May 1850</date> surrounded <lb/>
by her beloved Sister <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Rawlings, Sarah">Sarah Rawlings</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Camborne (England)">Camborne</orig>
						</name>, her daughter <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Christianna">Christian-<lb/>
na Herven</orig>
						</name> Her oldest Son <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas<lb/>
James</orig>
						</name>, &amp; and her youngest darling <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">G.H.A.</orig>
						</name>.<lb/>
She was interred in the same grave<lb/>
with her beloved husband.  Peace to<lb/>
their Ashes.<lb/>

There are words that speak of a quenchles <add place="supralinear">love</add>
						<lb/>
Which burns in the heart we cherish<lb/>
And accents that tel of a friendship that <add place="supralinear">proved</add>
						<lb/>
And wil never blight or perish.<lb/>
There are soft words murmured by deep <add place="supralinear">dear lips</add>
						<lb/>
For richer than any other<lb/>
But the sweatest word that the ear hath <add place="supralinear">heard</add>
						<lb/>
To the blessed name of "Mother"<lb/>
						<lb/>
Oh! ma<unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear>ile word may it never die<lb/>
From the lips that love to speak it<lb/>
Nor melt away from the trusting heart<lb/>
That ever would break to keep it,<lb/>
Was their ever a name that lived like <add place="supralinear">his</add>
						<lb/>
Wil their ever be such another<lb/>
The angels have reared in Heaven a <add place="supralinear">shrine</add>
						<lb/>
For the holy name of mother.<lb/>
						<note target="n13">[13]</note>
Her last words to me was "Burry me in the same<lb/>
grave with my husband.  I promised I would, lit-<lb/>
tle thinking ^<add place="supralinear">of</add> the obstacles to be overcome.<lb/>
						<pb n="22"/>
20<lb/>
						<note target="n14">[14]</note>
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				<div1 type="genealogy">
					<head>Genealogy<ref>Religious life; Children; Death; Women; Diseases; Commerce; Food; Discipline; Mormons--religious life</ref>
					</head>
					<p>21<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
once a smal fishing port of the N. coast<lb/>
of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Devon (England)">Devonshire Eng</orig>
						</name>. has now arrose to<lb/>
prominence thro' the indefatiguable zeal<lb/>
of its inhabitants in adding artificial beau-<lb/>
ties to its natural grand romantic &amp; pictur-<lb/>
esque sceenery, It is about 225 mile from <name type="place">
							<orig reg="London (England)">London</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
from <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Bristol (England)">Bristol</orig>
						</name> 20 from <name type="place">Swansen</name> &amp; 18 from-<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Lundy Island (England)">Lundy Island</orig>
						</name>.  It can boast of 3 Academies<lb/>
3 Auctioneers 4 Boarding Houses 2 Booksellers<lb/>
4 Grocers 5 Hotels.  <name type="place">Capstone Hil</name> &amp; parade <lb/>
juts boldy into the <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Atlantic Ocean">Atlantic</orig>
						</name>, which washes<lb/>
it on 3 sides.  The Parade is one of the finest<lb/>
seaside walks in <name type="place">England</name>.  Paths, cut at<lb/>
great expense makes it easy of access.  A <lb/>
band plays during the day.  Highfield road<lb/>
runs parallel above, High Streeet from which<lb/>
a magnificient panoramic view of town<lb/>
is obtained also a long line of sea coast<lb/>
&amp; a vast expanse of ocean.  <name type="place">Hillsborough</name>
						<lb/>
rising to the east of the Harbour, presents<lb/>
on the sea face a series of rocky clifs,<lb/>
surmounted by grassy slopes &amp; uplands<lb/>
stretching to the hight of 447 feet, near<lb/>
the sumit are the remains of an ancient<lb/>
British fortification, &amp; lower is a mod-<lb/>
ern battery, with a gun &amp; mortar in pos-<lb/>
ition, for a week or two at midsumer, the<lb/>
Sun may be seen to rise from the sea<lb/>
&amp; set in an ocean bed.  <name type="place">Lantern Hill</name>
						<lb/>
at the mouth of the harbour &amp; on the<lb/>
sumit is a building now used in<lb/>
winter for a light, but formerly a<lb/>
chapel dedicated to St Nicolas, the<lb/>
patron saint of sailors.  There are<lb/>
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22<lb/>
seats provided on the <name type="place">Lantern</name>, afording<lb/>
a pleasant outlook over the entrance<lb/>
to the harbour &amp; a view of all vessels<lb/>
passing in the <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Bristol Channel">Channel</orig>
						</name>.  <name type="place">Promenade<lb/>
Pier</name>.  An extensive jetty running out<lb/>
from the Harbour, affording landing<lb/>
stages at all tides  This is a very<lb/>
pleasant prominade, the constant ar-<lb/>
rival &amp; departure of steamers, yachts,<lb/>
pilot shifs &amp; boats gives a living &amp; view-<lb/>
ing interest to the scene,  Tunnels &amp;<lb/>
Bathing Beach. The Hills is pierced by<lb/>
tunels leading to seperate bathing<lb/>
beaches enclosed by high cliffs.  One<lb/>
is reserved for Ladies with regular<lb/>
attendants &amp; convenience for Bathers.<lb/>
						<note target="n15">[15]</note>
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23<lb/>
						<note target="n16">[16]</note>
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24<lb/>
Begoten &amp; born in the usual man-<lb/>
ner, Gentle reader; I shal not tire<lb/>
U with particulars.  Altho' it may<lb/>
not be amiss to mention, <date value="1830-12-07">Dec. the 7th<lb/> 
1830</date> as the time; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James</orig>
						</name> &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Eliza Rawlings, 1791-1850">Eliza</orig>
						</name> as<lb/>
the Parents; &amp; the aformentioned lovely<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name> as the location.  <del type="overstrike">But</del>
						<lb/>
Scarcely had the creak of Dr. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Jones, John">John <lb/>
Jones</orig>
						</name>'s books died away ^<add place="supralinear">on the morning air</add> but my ven-<lb/>
erable Parents commenced  sugesting a<lb/>
name for the new comer.  "I shal call <lb/>
him George", said Dad.  I shal never call <lb/>
him George said Mam: I shal cal him<lb/>
Henry.  I shal never cal him Henry said<lb/>
the obdurate old man; &amp; He kept his<lb/>
word.  I was christened <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1830-1919">George, Henry,<lb/>
Abbott</orig>
						</name>. &amp; my Father never called me<lb/>
Henry.  My mother never called me<lb/>
George.  But on hearing either name<lb/>
especially about meal time, I was<lb/>
all attention.  To return to the venerable<lb/>
Doctor He was a plesant Old gent<lb/>
had a peculiar way of placing the ^<add place="supralinear">crook</add> top <lb/>
of his cane in his mouth, when he received<lb/>
his fee of 1 guinea.  I think that must<lb/>
have learnt me suckshon, &amp; when I <lb/>
commenced it was hard to wean my-<lb/>
self from the delicious milky fluid<lb/>
In fact it took me 18 month to be<lb/>
tired of it.  But being the youngest of<lb/>
6. I may ^<add place="supralinear">yet</add> be pardoned.  It would be<lb/>
more difficult, than interesting to tel<lb/>
of the  number of fals that happened,<lb/>
while tutering my pedal extremities to<lb/>
sist the effects of Atraction of Grandfather<lb/>
						<note target="n17">[17]</note>
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25<lb/>
or how many times my dear ^<add place="supralinear">old</add> Mother would<lb/>
drop her work, to attend to my earnest<lb/>
intreaties; backed up with long winded<lb/>
exclamation; how she would kiss &amp; rub<lb/>
the part, &amp; soothe the little aching heart<lb/>
It reminds me <del type="overstrike">of</del>
						<lb/>
When I long for sainted memories,<lb/>
Like angel troops they come,<lb/>
If I fold my arms to ponder<lb/>
On the old, old home.<lb/>
						<lb/>
The heart has many passages<lb/>
Thro' which the feelings roam,<lb/>
But its middle aisle is sacred<lb/>
To the old, old home.<lb/>
						<lb/>
Where infancy was sheltered<lb/>
Like rose-buds from the blast<lb/>
Where boyhoods' breif elysuin<lb/>
In joyousness was passed;<lb/>
						<lb/>
To that sweet spot forever,<lb/>
As to some halowed dome,<lb/>
Lifes pilgrim bends his vision -<lb/>
'Tis his old, old home<lb/>
						<lb/>
A Father sat, here proudly,<lb/>
By that hearthstone's rays,<lb/>
And told his children <hi rend="underline">stories</hi>
						<lb/>
Of his early boyish days;<lb/>
						<lb/>
And 2 soft eyes were beaming,<lb/>
From child to child 'twould roam;<lb/>
Thus the Mother counts her treasurs<lb/>
In that old, old home.<lb/>
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26<lb/>
The birthday gifts &amp; festivals,<lb/>
The blessed vesper hymn -,<lb/>
"Some dear ones who was swelling it<lb/>
Is with the Seraphim".<lb/>
The fond "good nights" at bed time,<lb/>
How quickly sleep would come,<lb/>
And give us al <del type="overstrike">a</del>
						<add place="supralinear">sweet</add> rest<lb/>
In the old, old home.<lb/>
						<lb/>
Among my earliest impresions was a se-<lb/>
vere cut I received from my cousin <name type="person">Tom</name>
						<lb/>
(the same one who canceld the error by <lb/>
informing me by letter of the death of my<lb/>
father see page 15th) while standing at the<lb/>
front door scraper, being of cleanly habits)<lb/>
a sharp edged rock that was meant for his<lb/>
Bro hapened to strike me &amp; cut both <lb/>
my lips completely thru this way  the<lb/>
blood streamed in torrents &amp; my dear<lb/>
Mother hardly knew what to do first,<lb/>
but soon the blood was assuaged &amp; stick-<lb/>
ing plaster aplied on both lips, the<lb/>
mark is stil quite visible when I shave,<lb/>
&amp; more strange stil one of my children<lb/>
is marked the same way.  I can<lb/>
also vividly remember walking under<lb/>
the table when my head would just touch<lb/>
the drawer, &amp; in order to see what was <lb/>
on the table I had to chose a sailor's<lb/>
style &amp; climb on a chair, &amp; to see <lb/>
the goodies displayed in the shape of<lb/>
roast meat on potatoes with the ac-<lb/>
companing aple dumplins or figge pud-<lb/>
ding was to me the happiest sensa-<lb/>
tion of my childesh days -<lb/>
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27<lb/>
But we al have our ups &amp; downs, I had my<lb/>
ups on the chairs &amp; also my downs as I wil<lb/>
relate.  My older Brothers <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas James</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
&amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John Sherland</orig>
						</name> were very fond of swim-<lb/>
ing; there was a natural reservior <lb/>
composed of rocks like a basin (or<lb/>
boul as yankes say)  At high tide this<lb/>
basin would fill &amp; at low tide it<lb/>
would be aproachable, It went <lb/>
by the name of "Labourcher's pond"  It<lb/>
was about 75 feet long <del type="overstrike">&amp;</del> 60 feet wide &amp;<lb/>
8 or 10 feet deep.  Here my Brothers<lb/>
used to rusticate, &amp; here I used to <lb/>
toddle behind &amp; see them exercise<lb/>
It was real fun to see them lash &amp; splash<lb/>
in the water, turn sumersets, &amp; other<lb/>
gymnasts, but when they undressed<lb/>
me against my wil,  tied a garden<lb/>
line around my armpits, &amp; (in spite<lb/>
of my ^<add place="supralinear">
							<hi rend="bold">earnest</hi>
						</add> protestations) launched me <lb/>
in the briny fluid I commenced to<lb/>
bawl as loud as I could call until<lb/>
my mouth was ful, &amp; it seamed an<lb/>
hour before I got thro - one pulling<lb/>
&amp; the other easing away the line.<lb/>
U bet I told my Mother &amp; the <lb/>
little raskels were sent immediately<lb/>
to bed without their super, &amp; threat<lb/>
ened with a sever castigation if ever<lb/>
they dared to do again that deed. -<lb/>
They would never let me go after-<lb/>
ward for telling, but I never forgot<lb/>
the sensation, It some times haunts<lb/>
me now, &amp; I always dread the water<lb/>
&amp; never willingly indulge beyond my<lb/>
depth in the liquid waves.<lb/>
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28<lb/>
I was very young when I went to <lb/>
Sabbath School. (My dear Father being<lb/>
Superintend for over 40 years) &amp; cannot <lb/>
forget the assistance rendered at the <lb/>
anual aniversarys, in fact it was be-<lb/>
fore I could speak plain &amp; when I<lb/>
was put upon a bench (or form) &amp; the<lb/> 
Minister would ask questions from the<lb/>
catechism It was a strange contrast<lb/>
between Question &amp; Answers as follows<lb/>
From the Pulpit (with material power<lb/>
Where is God?  From the Galery <lb/>
bench would come the lisping ans. Evidy<lb/>
where.  What can God do?  Whatever <lb/>
he will. and in after years when ol-<lb/>
der I would recite dialogues with my<lb/>
Bro <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Abraham Sherland">Abraham Sherland</orig>
						</name> (16 mo. older <lb/>
than myself)  At one time He reci-<lb/>
ted "the Morning Star and I "The<lb/>
Evening Star.  U Bet.  I thought <lb/>
the Evening Star the best.  I scarce<lb/>
ly missed a sabbath school for 7<lb/>
years, only when I had the measles,<lb/>
smal pox, or inflamation of the<lb/>
bowels. &amp; I pleded my way from<lb/>
the alphabet class to the 1st class as<lb/>
pupil, &amp; then up to the 3rd class as<lb/>
precepter.  My Bro Abraham (much<lb/>
smarter in learning) got to be secretary<lb/>
Him &amp; I had the measles at the <lb/>
same time &amp; afterward the smal<lb/>
pox.  He caught the last from the<lb/>
Barbers Son when he went to get<lb/>
his hair cut, &amp; was the second in town<lb/>
with that direful disease.  But he<lb/>
had it very mild &amp; my mother wishing<lb/>
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29<lb/>
me to  have it while I was under her<lb/>
care, had me annocholated for fear I<lb/>
should not get it from him in the<lb/>
natural way, but sleeping with him<lb/>
I was took down, &amp; broke out shortly <lb/>
after him &amp; the greatest trouble with<lb/>
us was, We were kept in doors.<lb/>
Tho' we had a jolly time in a nice<lb/>
little carriage, on springs, large enough<lb/>
for 4 of us yet we felt like impris-<lb/>
ioned birds, &amp; longed for the day of<lb/>
diliverance, which health soon<lb/>
brought.  I was not so fortunate<lb/>
as to have a partner (only pain)<lb/>
in a serious attack of Inflama-<lb/>
tion in the bowels I must have been<lb/>
about 9 years old I had 3 attacts<lb/>
&amp; was about being given over by Doct-<lb/>
ors &amp; Friends having taken compound<lb/>
cammomile water &amp; other strong drugs;<lb/>
I ceased to revive, &amp; prepared for<lb/>
my latter end, In my ^<add place="supralinear">
							<hi rend="bold">rest from</hi>
						</add> exquisite mom-<lb/>
ments of pain I chose 6 of my fellow <lb/>
schollars to carry my remains to the <lb/>
grave, made them presents of my<lb/>
toys &amp; repeated ^<add place="supalinear">an old School motto</add> "O God! thou art<lb/>
my salvation, In thee I wil put<lb/>
my trust.  It was on a Saturday<lb/>
(Market day) A pedlar mistaking<lb/>
my Fathers Sign over the door "Harris<lb/>
Joiner, Cabinet maker, Glazer, Painter<lb/>
&amp;c" &amp; evidently the worse for liquor<lb/>
came in &amp; asking for a quart of beer<lb/>
Mother said he had enough beer but<lb/>
if he would wait she would make<lb/>
him a strong hot cup of coffee -<lb/>
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30<lb/>
He readily assented &amp; commenced to<lb/>
start up a tune, Mother bade him<lb/>
desist, when he asked what was the<lb/> 
matter?  Mother told him She had a <lb/>
boy up stares lying at death's door<lb/>
&amp; was given over, He asked the nature<lb/>
of the disease, She told him Inflama-<lb/>
tion of the bowels Oh! he said I can<lb/>
cure that.  I am a candy maker, &amp;<lb/>
he droped about 15 drops of the "Oil<lb/>
of Pepermint which I drank &amp; was<lb/>
immediately releived &amp; was soon re-<lb/>
stored to health.  I firmly beleive if<lb/>
it had not been for that  pepermint<lb/>
I should have cheated my children of<lb/>
this journal. &amp; have been a good lit-<lb/>
tle Angel winging thro' the air.<lb/>
The Inhebriate seemed to sober up right<lb/>
away, was thankful for his coffee, &amp; left.<lb/>
Kind Reader let us have a change &amp;<lb/>
readPoetry.<lb/>
In fortun's gardens grows a tree,<lb/>
And al would fain its fruit posses;<lb/>
Al' eagar watch it longingly,<lb/>
The fruit it bears is caled Success.<lb/>
						<lb/>
The path to same is rough &amp; steep,<lb/>
The tree itself with thorns is thick;<lb/>
Thro' tangled brushwood some must ^<add place="supralinear">creep</add>,<lb/>
Some climb it easy, gather quick.<lb/>
						<lb/>
It blos'oms bright, it blos'oms fair, <lb/>
In briliant bloom the sight enthrals,<lb/>
Some fail to reach it, tho' they dare,<lb/>
Ful' ripe to some it easy fal's.<lb/>
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31<lb/>
At'racted by its golden hue,<lb/>
At'racted by its glow &amp; glitter;<lb/>
Al' obstacles some strug'le thru;<lb/>
To find the fruit, alas, but bitter.<lb/>
						<lb/>
But most who taste its fary flaver,<lb/>
And to their lips, it fondly press;<lb/>
Say nothing can surpas the savor,<lb/>
Of the freshly gathered fruit Succes'.<lb/>
						<lb/>
At 10 year old I was duly admitted<lb/>
on trial in the <name type="organization">Wesleyan Methodist <lb/>
Church</name> &amp; attended all meetings es-<lb/>
pecial'y prayer meetings, &amp; love feasts<lb/>

Class meetings was also a special-<lb/>
ty, altho I did not enjoy it so wel<lb/>
for I had to tel how I felt, &amp; altho<lb/>
I felt about much the same, I didnt<lb/>
like to say the same at every meet-<lb/>
ing, but pondering over my catechism<lb/>
I would try &amp; get a change, so one even-<add place="supralinear">ing</add>
						<lb/>
I hapened to say "I felt that the Lord<lb/>
had given the Devil charge over me<lb/>
that he should try me but save my <lb/>
life".  Dad thought that was awful<lb/>
&amp; rebuking me in public, said God <lb/>
had given his Angels (not the Devil)<lb/>
charge over me &amp; that I must pray<lb/>
without ceasing &amp; give my heart to God.<lb/>
Now to look back, it reminds me of<lb/>
an anecdote,  An old Deacon re-<lb/>
markable for his self esteam was<lb/>
going his rounds at class meeting, when <lb/>
coming to an aged old lady who al-<lb/>
ways had something extra to say, ask-<lb/>
ed "Wel nanny how do U feel to night?<lb/>
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32<lb/>
The old lady with eyes turned he'aven<lb/>
ward uttered with unuasual emphasis<lb/>
"Oh I feel!  I feel! that if I had but<lb/>
one more feather stuck in the wing of<lb/>
my hope, I could fly away &amp; be with<lb/>
the saviour.  The old Class leader smart-<lb/>
ing under this high flown sentiment cried<lb/>
out "O Lord stick in the feather".<lb/>
Now there seemed to me so much <lb/>
samenes's and so little progression.  It<lb/>
was al "Come to Jesus" "Give your<lb/>
heart to God" Beleive on the Lord<lb/>
Jesus Christ &amp; U shal be saved.<lb/>
The thief on the cross was applaud-<lb/>
ed, &amp; his salvation sure in the 11th Law.<lb/>
I had serious thoughts of leaving my<lb/>
conversion until the latter part of my<lb/>
life, especially when I saw so little<lb/>
advancement in the Christian Faith.<lb/>
And I was were I could see a <lb/>
little hypocracy, The ministers al-<lb/>
ways made our home their quarters<lb/>
&amp; with a great majority (I wil say not<lb/>
all) the diference between. In the pul-<lb/>
pit with long sanctimoneus look &amp;<lb/>
behind the scenes was quite <del type="overstrike">different</del>
						<add place="supralinear">visible</add>.<lb/>
At day school I made slow progress<lb/>
on account of the inability of the<lb/>
Teacher <name type="person">Mr Jenkins</name> (a Miller by<lb/>
profession) &amp; my utter carelesnes'.  I<lb/>
was a good reader &amp; could recite a<lb/>
number of chapters from <name type="book">the Bible</name>, but<lb/>
I cared little about Arithmetic, or Spel-<lb/>
ing; &amp; Tables I totally ignored ; And<lb/>
the English style of reckoning I thought<lb/>
was deuced hard, (up hil buizness.)<lb/>
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33<lb/>
After the old gentleman (<name type="person">Jenkins</name>) had<lb/>
taken a big dose of medicine, He would<lb/>
leave the school tolerably early in the<lb/>
forenoon, &amp; we would slide out &amp; fasten<lb/>
the latch of the door of the room he oc-<lb/>
cupied, leaving a string tied to the wedge<lb/>
so as to draw it when we desired his<lb/>
presence; unfortunately or fortunately<lb/>
one day the string broke and it was near<lb/>
noon when one of us crawled on hands &amp;<lb/>
knees so as not to be seen by him, &amp; while<lb/>
he slept, withdrew the wedge.  Of course<lb/>
none of us knew who done it but<lb/>
now as the old jent has got his angel<lb/>
plumage ^<add place="supralinear">on</add> &amp; no fear of any of my readers<lb/>
ever seeing him.^<add place="supralinear">to tell</add>  I wil acknowledge my-<lb/>
self in fault.  The great Longfellow ^<add place="supralinear">once</add> said<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo">Saint Augustine</orig>
						</name>! wel hast thou said,<lb/>
That of our vices we can frame;<lb/>
A ladder, if we wil but tread<lb/>
- Beneath our feet each ded of shame.<lb/>
Al comon things, each days events<lb/>
That with the hour begin and end,<lb/>
Our pleasures, &amp; our discontents<lb/>
~~Are rounds, by which we may ascend.<lb/>
We have not wings, we cannot soar;<lb/>
But we have feet to scale &amp; climb,<lb/>
By slow degrees, by more &amp; more,<lb/>
-- The cloudy sumits of our time.<lb/>
The mighty pyramids of stone,<lb/>
That wedge like cleave the desert  air;<lb/>
When nearer seen, &amp; better known,<lb/>
~~~Are but gigantic flights of stairs.<lb/>
The distant mountains that uproar,<lb/>
Their solid bastons to the skies;<lb/>
Are crossed by pathways, that appear,<lb/>
As we to higher levels rise.<lb/>
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34<lb/>
The heights by great men reached &amp; kept,<lb/>
Where not obtained by sudden flight;<lb/>
But they, while their companions slept,<lb/>
~~~~Where toiling upward in the night.<lb/>
Standing on what too long we bore,<lb/>
With shoulders bent &amp; downcast eyes,<lb/>
We may discern - unseen before -<lb/>
A path to higher destinies.~~~~<lb/>
When about 11 years of age My Father's Cousin<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Rogers, John">John Rogers</orig>
						</name> a Ship Broker (after^<add place="supralinear">ward</add> a large<lb/>
Ship owner) came down from <name type="place">
							<orig reg="London (England)">London</orig>
						</name> on<lb/>
a visit &amp; asking about the children's school<lb/>
ing was informed about the Millars inca-<lb/>
pacity for teaching.  He said send them<lb/>
to a better school &amp; I will pay the bill -<lb/>
so <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Abraham Sherland">Abraham</orig>
						</name> &amp; Self were brushed up<lb/>
shoes blacked &amp; with our little green sacks<lb/>
to hold our books, were toted off to<lb/>
Belvedeer High School.  A sharp eyed<lb/>
round faced, short nimble chap of the <lb/>
name of <name type="person">Howell</name> was the Preceptor.<lb/>
We were introduced to about 40 sons of<lb/>
Doctors, Lawyers, Merchants, Clergymen; &amp;<lb/>
being Sons of the Carpenter, we had de-<lb/>
decidely the disadvantage of respect, but <lb/>
we were numbered, My Bro 12 &amp; self 13 <lb/>
and so commenced to study Reading, Writ-<lb/>
ing, Chemistry, Spelling, &amp; Philosophy <del type="overstrike">&amp;c</del>
						<lb/>
But above all we were taught good<lb/>
behavour, were never alowed to ad-<lb/>
dress our neighbor pupil only as<lb/>
						<name type="person">Master Stoneham</name>, <name type="person">Master Moon</name>, or<lb/>
						<name type="person">Master Jones</name> Master . &amp; when the mild but<lb/>
firm tone of the sound of No 13 please your<lb/>
lesson ^<add place="supralinear">was heard</add> I had to be all attention.<lb/>
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35<lb/>
I can never forget a mottoe I wrote<lb/>
at the quarter's end to show my advance-<lb/>
ment in penmanship "There cannot <lb/>
be a greater treachery, than first <lb/>
to raise a confidence; and then de-<lb/>
ceive it".  Receiving donations of <del type="overstrike">of</del>
						<lb/>
farthings halfpennys &amp; pennies, for re-<lb/>
citing at Sunday school I resolved<lb/>
to purchase a reference Bible which<lb/>
cost me 5 shilling or about a dollar<lb/>
&amp; quarter; &amp; 3 pence more to gild my<lb/>
name on the back.  Then I must ask<lb/>
my preceptor <name type="person">Mr Howel</name> to write my<lb/>
name inside which he done as fol-<lb/>
lows.  <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, George Henry Abbott, 1850-1919">George H. Harris</orig>
						</name> Dec. 7th 1842.<lb/>
The autograph ^<add place="supralinear">and <hi rend="underline">Bible</hi> (1883).</add> is stil with me.<lb/>
Traveling to school one morning, <name type="person">Mas-<lb/>
ter Moon</name> invited us in to see his Ban-<lb/>
tams &amp; gave me one of the eggs; I <lb/>
carefuly placed it in my sack along-<lb/>
side of my books, and carefully car-<lb/>
ried my sack along, but on reach-<lb/>
ing <name type="person">Mrs Jenkin</name>'s shop window, in<lb/>
which was displayed lots of cakes,<lb/>
candy, &amp; plum pudding, curisoty for-<lb/>
ced me to count the pieces, one of <lb/>
the boys gave me a push, &amp; I im-<lb/>
mediately unthinking, hit him over<lb/>
the hat with my sack; so on we <lb/>
trotted to school, my sack was hung<lb/>
in its appropriate place; &amp; taking my<lb/>
seat began my writing lesson &amp; then<lb/>
aritmetic.  No 13 your lessons (was then <lb/>
heard) &amp; leaving my desk, unhung my<lb/>
sack took out my books, when lo<lb/>
they were all glued together.<lb/>
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36<lb/>
The master asked how it happened?<lb/>
&amp; I realy could not think - forgeting all<lb/>
about the Bantam egg - He toted<lb/>
me up stairs laid me on his knee<lb/>
&amp; commenced to stripe my bretches <lb/>
pretty lively, than asked me a-<lb/>
gain how it happened - &amp; for the <lb/>
life of me I could not think, &amp; so <lb/>
I told him; &amp; it was not until even-<lb/>
ning <del type="overstrike">that</del>
						<add place="supralinear">when</add> I foun the broken shel in<lb/>
my sack, that my rememberence was<lb/>
quickened.  Then my master seemed sory<lb/>
that I had heard the patter of the whale<lb/>
bone, &amp; had fearfully felt its effects.<lb/>
We remained at this school about 2 years<lb/>
going at 7 o'clock (breakfast from 1/2 past 8 to<lb/>
 1/2 past 9. dinner from 1/2 past 12 to 1/2 past 1<lb/>
&amp; evening release at 1/2 past 4 - We had to<lb/>
study our spelling &amp; geography lessons at <lb/>
Home.  My Bro <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas</orig>
						</name> was learn-<lb/>
ing my Father's trade, &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John</orig>
						</name> was <lb/>
already on the Sea; So when <lb/>
John came home to visit with blue<lb/>
jacket, white pants, straw hat; with a<lb/>
fathom of ribon over the left eye; &amp;<lb/>
the money jingling in his pocket, I<lb/>
concluded to follow his example,<lb/>
&amp; plow the raging main.  So I was<lb/>
advized to study navigation, and as<lb/>
						<name type="person">Prof. Dalley</name> was the only one teach-<lb/>
ing; I was transfered to his school<lb/>
for that purpose, &amp; was duly in-<lb/>
itiated in the rules of signs, tangents,<lb/>
lograthims, plane sailing, transverse<lb/>
sailing, mercatom sailing &amp; finally<lb/>
could take a ship (in theory), to any<lb/>
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37<lb/>
part of the world in the shortest &amp;<lb/>
best possible way.  While studying<lb/>
navigation, a Captain's son sat op-<lb/>
posite me at the same table.  I<lb/>
was dul in learning, but he was <lb/>
very much duller;  he would pass<lb/>
over his slate, I would do his sum,<lb/>
then he would rub my figures out,<lb/>
&amp; place his in position; &amp; the French <lb/>
Prof. would never surmise. - This <lb/>
Son was afterward my Captain.<lb/>
Now I think its time for a verse<lb/>
Boyhood<lb/>
Il' sing U a lay of the early day,<lb/>
A song of the boyhood time;<lb/>
Of the bright days when we wished to <add place="supralinear">be men</add>
						<lb/>
~Nor thoughts of what comes with prime.<lb/>
In the clear mil-brook, with a line &amp; a hook,<lb/>
Enticing the minnows ashore;<lb/>
Or in a wild race, the buterflies chase,<lb/>
~~~Or gather sweet flowers in store.<lb/>
'Neath the beech tree's shade, we merrily <add place="supralinear">played,</add>
						<lb/>
Thus whiling the hours away;<lb/>
Til' the seting sun, bade us homeward run,<lb/>
~~~~Ere the night closed into the day.<lb/>
When winter cold, cast snow on the  mold,<lb/>
How cheerely passed the hours;<lb/>
As we swiftly glide, o'er the icy hil side;<lb/>
~~~ Or rest in home's lone lighted bowers.<lb/>
This life ful of joy, had no bitter aloy,<lb/>
Ah! how little we knew it then;<lb/>
Or thought of the toil in life's battle broil<lb/>
~~In the days when we wished to be <add place="supralinear">men!</add>
						<lb/>
J. E. W.<lb/>
Reader if this don't suit U read page 204<lb/>
Vol 1st <name type="place">Utah</name> Farmer or any other piece<lb/>
                      U like.<lb/>
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38<lb/>
As my Bro. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John</orig>
						</name> was in the foreign <lb/>
service, &amp; seldom came home. My <lb/>
Parents decided to bind me an ap-<lb/>
prentice in a coaster: So Captain<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harding, Richard">Richard Harding</orig>
						</name> (A fine jolly fat<lb/>
old gentleman) one of the olden time),<lb/>
was called in to see their boy; His<lb/>
1st remark was "Hes too smal" but<lb/>
thought if I could eat lots of beef &amp;<lb/>
duf, I should soon grow.  My Father <lb/>
mentioned that I had studied naviga-<lb/>
tion, but the old Tar remarked,<lb/>
He didnt care a damn for that,<lb/>
but if I'd be a good boy &amp; learn<lb/>
He'd make a sailor of me.  So<lb/>
on Feb. 5th <del type="overstrike">1844</del> ^<add place="supralinear">(1846)</add> I was bound Ap-<lb/>
prentice for 5 years on the following<lb/>
terms; I was to receive 5-6-7-8-9 ₤ (or<lb/>
^<add place="supralinear">35 ₤.</add> for the 5 years) with board &amp; medicine.<lb/>
She was a Schooner called, "<name type="ship">The Try-<lb/>
phena</name>" of <name type="place">
							<orig reg="ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name> 130 Tons burthen,<lb/>
&amp; I was soon dubed with ^<add place="supralinear">curious title's</add> Boy light<lb/>
that fire", put on the top-galant hal-<lb/>
liards, lower the flying jib, bear a<lb/>
hand, fetch my spy-glass &amp;c.  His<lb/>
son was mate, &amp; it seemed to me, that<lb/>
he was unnecessarily mean to me, to<lb/>
repay me I supose for helping him<lb/>
in school, he must have been jealous<lb/>
of me, but the old Captain &amp; the<lb/>
men were my firm friends.  In<lb/>
the winter of 46 we laid up 2 months<lb/>
&amp; I had nothing to do but see the schoon-<lb/>
er &amp; get my meals.  She was ballasted<lb/>
to lean to the Starboard, &amp; never mis-<lb/>
sed only once; &amp; then I got caught in<lb/>
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39<lb/>
a lie.  I would go down &amp; see her,<lb/>
then get my breakfast at the Captn's <lb/>
house.  Every morning he would ask<lb/>
me, "Boy, how'es the ship?  Al right<lb/>
Sir.  I would say.  How does she<lb/>
list?  Starboard Sir, was the invar-<lb/>
able reply:  but on this morning I <lb/>
had laid too long in bed at home, &amp;<lb/>
went up to get my breakfast with-<lb/>
out seeing her, &amp; got caught.  He<lb/>
never forgot that, &amp; told me of it<lb/>
the last thing I ever heard from him.<lb/>
We generally traded from <name type="place">Neath<lb/>
Glamorganshire</name>, to <name type="place">Portneath</name>, - in<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cornwall (England : County)">Cornwal</orig>
						</name> - with coal, &amp; then copper<lb/>
ore back to Neath.  We also went<lb/>
to <name type="place">Haver-de-grass</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Pool (England)">Pool</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Plymouth (England)">Plymouth</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Falmouth (England)">Fal,<lb/>
mouth</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="St. Ives (England)">St Ives</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Hayle (England)">Hayle</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">Swansee</name>,<lb/>
						<name type="place">Milford Haven</name>, <name type="place">Charlston Liver-<lb/>
pool</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Runcorn (England)">Runcorn</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">Whithaven</name>, <name type="place">Annan</name>,<lb/>
						<name type="place">Isle of Man</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Dublin (Ireland)">Dublin</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">Corl.</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Waterford (Ireland)">Water-<lb/>
ford</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cardiff (Wales)">Cardif</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Bristol (England)">Bristol</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">Gloster</name> &amp;c.<lb/>
We laid up 3 winters &amp; then the Old<lb/>
Captain (who was as a Father to me)<lb/>
remained on shore, &amp; his Son (The <lb/>
Idle navigator) took command &amp; sail-<lb/>
ed the ship.  During the summer of<lb/>
49 we put into Combe, under stress<lb/>
of weather, &amp; as usual I went to<lb/>
Sunday Eve. meeting.  Rev. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Beard, Samuel">Saml<lb/>
Beard</orig>
						</name> preached on the" Sheep &amp; the<lb/>
Goats," &amp; I felt that I was the only<lb/>
Goat in the chappel.  After services,<lb/>
He came home with us, &amp; asking me<lb/>
if I had found peace with God, I <lb/>
answered, I could not say that God<lb/>
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40<lb/>
had sealed his pardoning love upon<lb/>
my soul.  He thought I had backslided<lb/>
from Methodism, &amp; desired me to<lb/>
unite with them again, &amp; not let<lb/>
my eyelids close until I tasted of <lb/>
his reedeeming love.  We were to <lb/>
sail the next morning at 4 oclock,<lb/>
&amp; I reasoned that I had better put<lb/>
off my praying until a more conven-<lb/>
ient opportunity, as I had not faith<lb/>
enough to begin then.  At 3 oclock<lb/>
I turned out of my bed Mother got<lb/>
her darling's breakfast.  I kissed my <lb/>
dear Father (not thinking it was the<lb/>
last time;) &amp; soon we were going from<lb/>
Home at the rate of 7 knots per hour,<lb/>
It was the early part of August, &amp; I<lb/>
took especial pains to attend my pray-<lb/>
ers, when oppertunity offered.  Some<lb/>
times I would go to bed leaving the<lb/>
sailors playing cards, then when they<lb/>
would retire, &amp; was asleep; I would<lb/>
arrise, put on my clothes, &amp; pray in<lb/>
real earnest, that God would speak <lb/>
peace to my heart. yea sometimes I<lb/>
would pray the daylight in, but no<lb/>
change, I would think, now beleive<lb/>
that God has pardoned U. but a <lb/>
thought would arrise "That would not<lb/>
make it so". &amp; I wanted to feel a <lb/>
tangable proof. It was in this <lb/>
state of mind in the latter part of<lb/>
August, we were at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cardiff (Wales)">Cardif</orig>
						</name> 2 mos.<lb/>
were helping unload Iron Ore, they <lb/>
were <name type="group">Welsh</name>.  At noon stopping for<lb/>
dinner they had a poor dinner, so<lb/>
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41<lb/>
I gave them ^<add place="supralinear">each</add> a piece of meat &amp; a<lb/>
tin of soup - They looked grateful &amp;<lb/>
said "God bless U."  The words seamed<lb/>
to go thro' one, &amp; I said "I wish he would"<lb/>
They said, "He shal make known to <lb/>
U the truths of the everlasting gospel."<lb/>
They told me I had been praying to the<lb/>
wrong God, one who had no ears, with-<lb/>
out a body or parts, &amp; that the God<lb/>
of Abraham, Isaac, &amp; Jacob, had<lb/>
revealed his gospel, &amp; called upon<lb/>
all to repent.  We were interupted<lb/>
by a call to work at 1 oclock; but<lb/>
hearing that their was preaching 2 miles<lb/>
up the Canal that Eve. I determind<lb/>
to go.  After supper while the Sail-<lb/>
ors were enjoying their beer, at the<lb/>
public house, on the warf; I slip-<lb/>
ed away to go to meeting.  It was <lb/>
as dark as pitch, &amp; I came  near<lb/>
been drowned in the canal, so <lb/>
I had to return, &amp; then on the<lb/>
spur of the moment I knelt be-<lb/>
fore the Lord &amp; asked the God of<lb/>
Abraham, Isaac, &amp; Jacob, that<lb/>
our Craft may go to<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Newport (Wales)">Newport</orig>
						</name> the<lb/>
next trip as I wanted to know more<lb/>
of his work.  The Idea I had was<lb/>
if we went to Newport, I should<lb/>
see Father <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Dalling, Tobias">Tobias Dalling</orig>
						</name>, who<lb/>
was converted to Methodism, by my<lb/>
Father; &amp; who afterward joined the<lb/>
						<name type="organization">
							<orig reg="The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints">Latter Day Saints</orig>
						</name>, &amp; was derided<lb/>
by my poor erring Father, as a fan-<lb/>
atic, &amp; a fool.  Reader beleive it if U<lb/>
wish.  We went to Newport the next<lb/>
trip &amp; the 1st time for 4 years -<lb/>
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42<lb/>
Eighteen-thirty was the time,<lb/>
When I first knew the Sun to shine;<lb/>
At least with eyes, as U now see,<lb/>
- Before that's 'rapt in mistery.<lb/>
I do not recaled my kin,<lb/>
For lots of them, I never seen;<lb/>
But I've been told I'd something more,<lb/>
(Of Aunts &amp; Uncles) than a scene.<lb/>
Besides their Fathers, &amp; their Mothers,<lb/>
And if I numerate the others;<lb/>
Of Cousins, 1st &amp; 2nd too,<lb/>
Thats far too much for me to do.<lb/>
Our Fam-i-ly did number 8,<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, James Jr., 1793-1849">James</orig>
						</name> &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Eliza Rawlings, 1791-1850">Eliza</orig>
						</name> they did mate;<lb/>
Those 2 produced <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Christianna">Christianna Hervert</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
&amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas James</orig>
						</name>, He was the 1st,<lb/>
Born Son, Now <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John</orig>
						</name> the Sailor ram,<lb/>
Then <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Elizabeth Parker">Elizabeth Parker</orig>
						</name>, &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Abraham Sherland">Abraham</orig>
						</name>;<lb/>
Myself the runt, the last of al',<lb/>
Strange things did unto me befall.<lb/>
The 1st 8 years of my sojourn,<lb/>
I had no cause to cry or mourn;<lb/>
We played arround outside &amp; in,<lb/>
And was quite innocent of sin.<lb/>
About this time, I went to School,<lb/>
I see Friend <name type="person">Jenkins</name>, with his rule;<lb/>
His cane, &amp; what he called custick,<lb/>
A string tied in the little nick.<lb/>
Sometimes <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Fickel, Bob">Bob Fickel</orig>
						</name>, &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Price, Bill">Bil Price</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
With me, would think it very nice,<lb/>
To split his cane, &amp; break his string,<lb/>
Then wonder who could do that thing.<lb/>
The next school, I did go to then<lb/>
Was <name type="person">Belvideer</name>, at No 10;<lb/>
Quite strict was he, (a little man).<lb/>
To better him, I hope U can.<lb/>
						<note target="n20">[20]</note>
Sent to <name type="person">Lizzy</name>
						<lb/>
						<name type="person">Glen</name>
						<lb/>
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43<lb/>
Everything was ap-pro-po,<lb/>
Fun &amp; frolic was no go;<lb/>
Our lessons, memory had to store,<lb/>
The name of "Howel" I adore.<lb/>
"Dally" was the next Preceptor,<lb/>
Navigation taught by lecture;<lb/>
And the practice of the art,<lb/>
Traced with pencil, on <del type="overstrike">the</del> ^<add place="supralinear">a</add> chart.<lb/>
I was ready then for Sea,<lb/>
My Mother said, "U must not B"<lb/>
Bound to go a foreign voyage<lb/>
You are so little of your age."<lb/>
So <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Captain Hardin">Captn Hardin</orig>
						</name>, was called in,<lb/>
He seemed to be the very thing;<lb/>
Boys of his own, he said he had;<lb/>
And he would take care of the lad.<lb/>
February month, it was the 5th,<lb/>
In 46 I learnt to reef;<lb/>
&amp; furl &amp; splice &amp; wash &amp; cook,<lb/>
But scarcely ever took a book.<lb/>
U wouldn't have known me in n<unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear> blue,<lb/>
Jacket, &amp; pants of lighter hue;<lb/>
With pumps &amp; hat, &amp; riband band,<lb/>
Streaming as tho' I held command.<lb/>
4 years if I the right observe<lb/>
As cook &amp; steward, I did serve,<lb/>
Now I began with a light heart,<lb/>
For to play a monkeys' part.<lb/>
Up one rope, &amp; down the other;<lb/>
Then we'd spring, &amp; catch another,<lb/>
Hand over hand, from end to end.<lb/>
We'ed brace the gard, &amp; see &amp;<unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear> spend.<lb/>
H.<lb/>
To be continued.<lb/>
						<note target="n21">[21]</note>
Now if U don't like this kind of Poetry, pray<lb/>
dont read it, but store up your mind with al<lb/>
the good things, &amp; please forget the evil.    H.<lb/>
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44<lb/>
I forgot to mention that early in 49,<lb/>
I studied over my little imperfections &amp; follys;<lb/>
&amp; decided to abandon the same, and as a <lb/>
help I wrote on a smal piece of paper, the<lb/>
date when I commenced to reform.  It<lb/>
was <date value="1849-04-06">April 6th 1849</date>.  I kept the paper <lb/>
in a conspicus place, in my portfolio; and<lb/>
would often refer to it.  It was quite a help<lb/>
for a long  time.  On the <date value="1849-09-05">5th of Septr</date> we<lb/>
arrived at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Newport (Wales)">Newport</orig>
						</name>, <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Monmouthshire (Wales)">Monmouthshire</orig>
						</name>^ <add place="supralinear">in answer to prayer</add>, and<lb/>
the Dalling Boys, <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Dalling, John">John</orig>
						</name> &amp; <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Dalling, William">Wm</orig>
						</name> came on board<lb/>
as I had to watch the ship; they commenc-<lb/>
ed to preach Mormonism to me, &amp; I tried<lb/>
my best to discus the point with them:<lb/>
but I made a most miserable failour of<lb/>
it, and was convinced that they had more truth<lb/>
than I had ever heard.  I asked leave to<lb/>
go on shore the next Eve, went to meet<lb/>
ing, heard Elder <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harry, Owen">Owen Harry</orig>
						</name> preach, on<lb/>
Revelation, &amp; was babtized after meeting,<lb/>
in the Canal, by Elder <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Dalling, Tobias">Tobias Dalling</orig>
						</name>;<lb/>
on the <date value="1849-09-06">6th day of  Septr 1849</date>. being then<lb/>
18 year 9 months old.  I was confirmed by<lb/>
Elder Dalling at his house.  Next day we<lb/>
bade adieu to the <name type="group">
							<orig reg="Mormons">Saints</orig>
						</name> in Newport, &amp;<lb/>
with a few <name type="organization">
							<orig reg="The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints">Latter Day Saint</orig>
						</name> Tracts; I com-<lb/>
menced to investigate Mormonism, more fully.<lb/>
My 1st impression was that my dear<lb/>
Father would hail the news with pleas-<lb/>
ure, &amp; rejoice, so I wrote to him a long<lb/>
letter, telling him I had a testimony of<lb/>
the truth of Mormonism, &amp; desiring him<lb/>
to investigate the passages of scripture<lb/>
I noted down.  My Father read the <lb/>
letter &amp; asking Rev. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Beard, Samuel">Saml Beard</orig>
						</name> what<lb/>
he should say in reply?   "Don't say a word,"<lb/>
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45<lb/>
(said he) "make out as tho' U never received <lb/>
it, or they wil print the answer &amp; cut us<lb/>
up finely."  Kind Reader turn to page<lb/>
22 or 23, put on your specks, &amp; if you cannot <lb/>
see the schooner <name type="ship">Tryphenia</name> in the offing,<lb/>
going up channel, she must be behind<lb/>
the hill, for she was there on <date value="1849-09-26">Septr 26th</date>
						<lb/>
bound for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Cardiff (Wales)">Cardif</orig>
						</name>, steering East by North and<lb/>
going at the rate of 21/2 mile per hour, light<lb/>
breezes from the S. W; a boat approaches,<lb/>
comes alongside, a weather beaten tar<lb/>
springs on board, goes aft whispers in<lb/>
the Captains ear, comes to me hold's <lb/>
out his horny hand for a shake: a<lb/>
tear runs down his furrowed cheek<lb/>
he goes forward whispers to the sailors,<lb/>
on the forecastle deck; they all look <lb/>
at me.  I goes up, says "hows the folks"<lb/>
he replies "Your Father was wel on<lb/>
Sunday", another tear rols down his<lb/>
weather bleached face, I ask again "how<lb/>
is he now".  "dead," said the old Tar.<lb/>
I asked leave to go  on shore to see my<lb/>
Mother, but the Captain could not spare<lb/>
me, so I went to the Helm, &amp; cast<lb/>
my wistful eyes shoreward; could <lb/>
see the house I was born in, the<lb/>
present residence of my dear Mother;<lb/>
the place where my Father's body lay<lb/>
I asked my Heavenly Father, to let<lb/>
his kind spirit be a soothing influ-<lb/>
ence to the Widow's heart.  At Car-<lb/>
dif I received letters which explained<lb/>
matters as beforementioned.  I now<lb/>
began to search the scriptures , to prove<lb/>
the doctrines, I had embraced, and it<lb/>
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46<lb/>
seemed like a new book to me.  I read<lb/>
Devine Authority, Remarkable Vissions, The<lb/>
Kingdom of God 4 parts, &amp; was much con-<lb/>
firmed in the faith in answer to prayer.<lb/>
Time rools on, We did not lay up this<lb/>
winter, Some time in April 1850 at <lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Dublin (Ireland)">Dublin</orig>
						</name> I received the following letter<lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name> April/50 My beloved boy,<lb/>
To day is Friday, the day U my dear<lb/>
wished us to send to U at Dublin;<lb/>
On the perusal of you last letter, I<lb/>
am almost led to anticipate U on<lb/>
your way home, My Dear our worthy<lb/>
mother is not better, but daily grows<lb/>
much worse, I tel U plainly how it<lb/>
is with her, her symptoms are bad,<lb/>
her weakness great, her cough has been<lb/>
bad, but for the past 24 hours, has<lb/>
been but little, this is what the Dr.<lb/>
told me, her cough would soon leave<lb/>
her, then she would soon sink.  My<lb/>
dear, I should like you much to come<lb/>
home, and the truth is Dear Mother is<lb/>
constantly talking about U, but she<lb/>
has just told me, if you cannot wel<lb/>
leave, do not, she wil give U up, but<lb/>
to tel U plain, she wil not on any other<lb/>
terms.  U are constantly on her tongue,<lb/>
if U can come do so, it wil be a sat-<lb/>
isfaction to all; but dear she wil not<lb/>
be very much longer, use your own<lb/>
mind, but if U come the quicker the<lb/>
better, yes the dear old Captn said<lb/>
he would do anything for U to come.<lb/>
He told my dear Mother herself so, she<lb/>
send for him &amp; asked him.  Dear <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thomas</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
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47<lb/>
come home on Monday, left again the<lb/>
next day by the Carnival, he could stay<lb/>
no longer; the same packet he left<lb/>
by, brought us dear Aunt <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Rawlings, Sarah">S. Rawlings</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/>
she is here intend to stay a fortnight<lb/>
It is kind &amp; I feel greatly releived, som-<lb/>
one to speak to now, &amp; act &amp; do without<lb/>
prying into every thing; <name type="person">Aunt Harris</name>
						<lb/>
left on wednesday evening, so U see<lb/>
Aunt S. &amp; I are the only ones here now<lb/>
Oh may the God of all grace, grant<lb/>
that suport we require in this heavy <lb/>
time of need; we must thro'w our<lb/>
cares entirely on the protection of<lb/>
our heavenly Father; he wil take care<lb/>
of us, &amp; keep us from harm.  My<lb/>
Dear, I have waited to see if there<lb/>
was a letter from U this past, but <lb/>
finding none, I shal send this off; expect<lb/>
U soon.  Aunt joins with dear Mother<lb/>
&amp; me in love to U - your loving <lb/>
Sister, <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Christianna">C.H. Harris</orig>
						</name>.  I immediatelly<lb/>
asked leave of absence, &amp; an advance<lb/>
of money &amp; in a half hour was on<lb/>
board a steam ship, bound for <lb/>
						<name type="place">
							<orig reg="Plymouth (England)">Plymouth</orig>
						</name>; she had a large number<lb/>
of Irish imigrants, for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Australia">Austrailia</orig>
						</name>, so<lb/>
many that there was hardly room e-<lb/>
nough to lay down to sleep.  At <lb/>
Plymouth I took stage for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Exeter (England)">Exeter</orig>
						</name>, and<lb/>
then Omnibus for <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Barnstaple (England)">Barnstaple</orig>
						</name>, ar.<lb/>
too late for the buss to <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
I conculuded to foot it, &amp; traveled<lb/>
the 10 miles, alone after night, the<lb/>
roads was good, but the tall trees <lb/>
on either side, made it very weird.<lb/>
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48<lb/>
I was going to see my dying Mother, so I<lb/>
could not be daunted.  arriving at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfra-<lb/>
combe</orig>
						</name> about 2 a.m.  I took a short<lb/>
cut down a lane, along a terrace,<lb/>
&amp; was soon at my mothers door.  I<lb/>
knocked &amp; who should ^<add place="supralinear">be the first to</add> hear me but my<lb/>
Mother, the door was unlocked by my <lb/>
Sister.  I flew up stairs, &amp; was enfold-<lb/>
ed in the arms of my beloved Mother;<lb/>
on the <date value="1850-04-27">27th day of April 1850</date>.  She lived<lb/>
a little more than a week, constantly<lb/>
admonishing me to make my religion<lb/>
a matter of prayer and not to be de-<lb/>
ceived by those who would say "Lo!<lb/>
here is Christ here is Christ," or "Lo there is Christ," But<lb/>
get a testimony for myself.  She<lb/>
was so week I did not like to contra<lb/>
dict her on religious matters, knowing <lb/>
that there was a plan of redemption<lb/>
for those who were honest in their<lb/>
feelings toward their God.  And she<lb/>
had bright prospect of a haven of rest.<lb/>
Hearing the death rattle in her throat<lb/>
I bent the knee &amp; asked my Heavenly <lb/>
Father that she might pass off gently<lb/>
and at 17 min past 12 on Tuesday morn,<lb/>
						<date value="1850-05-07">May 7 1850</date>.  Her gentle spirit took<lb/>
its departure from this world of pain<lb/>
and woe.  My mother's wish was to be<lb/>
buried in the grave with her husband.<lb/>
My Father being the builder of the<lb/>
Wesleyan Methodist Chappel, He<lb/>
selected a vault in the S. W. corner, the<lb/>
1st one opened; in which my Uncle <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas, d. 1834">Thom-<lb/>
as Harris</orig>
						</name> was buried <date value="1834-09-07">Septr 7th 1834</date>.<lb/>
My Father was buried in the same <lb/>
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						</figure>
49<lb/>
grave, but when I applied to the<lb/>
sexon to reopen the grave for my dear<lb/>
mother's remains he refused on account<lb/>
of my Father's death of Asiatic Colera.<lb/>
I said but little, but got one of<lb/>
the old supernumery tars, &amp; in the<lb/>
dead of night I plied him with good<lb/>
brandy; &amp; when he would fall down,<lb/>
I removed the dirt &amp; then the large<lb/>
flat stones; &amp; for the 1st time saw<lb/>
my Father's Coffin.  We watched un-<lb/>
til day break, &amp; for a wonder nothing<lb/>
was said.  In the afternoon, my dear<lb/>
Mother's wish was granted &amp; she was "laid<lb/>
in the same grave with her husband."<lb/>
						<note target="n22">[22]</note>
Backward turn backward, Oh! time in your flight<lb/>
Make me a child again, just for to night;<lb/>
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,<lb/>
Take me again to your heart as of yore;<lb/>
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,<lb/>
Smoth the few tangeld threads out of my hair;<lb/>
Over my shoulders your loving watch keep,<lb/>
Rock me to sleap Mother rock me to sleep.<lb/>
						<del type="overstrike">Cho</del>Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,<lb/>
With your light curls just sweeping my face;<lb/>
Never hereafter to wake or to sleep,<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother, rock me to sleep.<lb/>
Over my heart in the days that are flown,<lb/>
No love like Mother's ^<add place="supralinear">love</add> ever was shown;<lb/>
No other friendship abide or endures,<lb/>
Faithful, unselfish &amp; patient like yours;<lb/>
None like a Mother, can charm away pain,<lb/>
From the sick heart, &amp; the over taxed brain;<lb/>
Slumbers stealithly o'er my lids creep,<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother, rock me to sleep.<lb/>
Chorus.<lb/>
						<note target="n23">[23]</note>
						<note target="n24">[24]</note>
5) Come let your white hair just lighted with <add place="supralinear">gold</add>
						<lb/>
Fal' on your shoulders again as old<lb/>
Let it drop over my forhead to night<lb/>
Shading my faint eyes away from the <add place="supralinear">light</add>
						<lb/>
For with its sunny edged shadows once <add place="supralinear">more</add>
						<lb/>
Haply wil throng the sweet visions of <add place="supralinear">yore.</add>
						<lb/>
Lovingly, sofetly, its bright billows sweep<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother R. me to sleep<lb/>
6)<lb/>
Mother dear Mother the years has been long <lb/>
Since I last listened to your lullaby <add place="supralinear">song</add>
						<lb/>
Sing then &amp; unto my soul it shal' seem<lb/>
That al' these long years have been only <add place="supralinear">a dream</add>
						<lb/>
Clasped to your heart in a loving em-<add place="supralinear">brace</add>
						<lb/>
With your light curls just sweeping my <add place="supralinear">face</add>
						<lb/>
Never here after to wake or to weep<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother rock me to sleep<lb/>
						<note target="n25">[25]</note>
2<lb/>
Backward flow backward O tide <add place="supralinear">of the years</add>
						<lb/>
I'm weary of toil I'm weary of tears -<lb/>
Toil without recompence, tears al' in vain<lb/>
Take them &amp; give me my childhood again -<lb/>
I have grown weary of dust &amp; decay<lb/>
Weary of flinging my soul wealth away<lb/>
Weary of sowing for others to reap<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother - rock me to sleep.<lb/>
3<lb/>
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untru,<lb/>
Mother Oh Mother my heart calls for U<lb/>
Many a summer the grass has grown green<lb/>
Blossomed &amp; faded, our faces between<lb/>
Yet with strong yearnings &amp; passionate pain<lb/>
Long I to night for your presence again<lb/>
Come from the silence so long &amp; so deep<lb/>
Rock me to sleep Mother rock me to sleep.<lb/>
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						<note target="n26">[26]</note>
50<lb/>
Having been sugested for the Priest-<lb/>
hood at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Herefordshire (England)">Herefordshire</orig>
						</name> general confer-<lb/>
ence.  <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Wheelock, Cyrus H.">C. H. Wheelock</orig>
						</name> Presiding.  I was<lb/>
ordained a Priest at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Newport (Wales)">Newport</orig>
						</name>
						<date value="1850-12-31">Dec 31 -<lb/>
1850</date>. by <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Roberts, T.">T Roberts</orig>
						</name>, <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Willis, William">Wm Willis</orig>
						</name>, and<lb/>
						<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Brown, John W.">John W. Brown</orig>
						</name>.  My Bro <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, John Sherland">John Sherland</orig>
						</name>
						<lb/> 
was at <name type="place">Valperaso</name>
						<date value="1850-01-28">Jan 28th 1850</date>. &amp; on<lb/>
						<date value="1850-04-09">April 9th 1850</date>. <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Eliza Hill, d. 1850">Eliza Hill Harris</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
(wife of <name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thos James</orig>
						</name>,) died at <name type="place">
							<orig reg="Newport (Wales)">Newport</orig>
						</name>,<lb/>
leaving one Son called "<name type="person">
							<orig reg="Harris, Thomas Henry">Thomas Henry</orig>
						</name>"<lb/>
					</p>
				</div1>
				<div1 type="year" n="1850">
					<head>1850</head>
					<div2 type="month" n="1850-05">
						<head>May 1850</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-05-13">
							<head>May 13, 1850 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
1850<lb/>
								<date value="1850-05-13">May 13</date> Thos James left for Newport<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-05-14">
							<head>May 14, 1850 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
"       <date value="1850-05-14">14</date> Aunt <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Rawlings, Sarah">Sarah Rawlings</orig>
								</name> for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Camborne (England)">Cam-<add place="supralinear">born</add>
									</orig>
								</name>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-05-21">
							<head>May 21, 1850 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
"        <date value="1850-05-21">21</date> The <name type="ship">Tryphena</name> ar. at I-Combe<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-05-25">
							<head>May 25, 1850 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
"        <date value="1850-05-25">25</date> Sailed for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Cardiff (Wales)">Cardiff</orig>
								</name>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1850-09">
						<head>September 1850</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-09-07">
							<head>September 7, 1850 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1850-09-07">Septr   7</date>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Rawlings, Thomas Henry">Thos Henry Rawlings</orig>
								</name> Captain of <lb/>
one of  Rogers ships sailed from<lb/>
								<name type="place">
									<orig reg="Bristol (England)">Bristol</orig>
								</name> for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="New York (N.Y.)">New York</orig>
								</name>.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1850-09-26">
							<head>September 26, 1850 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
"       <date value="1850-09-26">26</date> ^<add place="supralinear">
									<hi rend="bold">2</hi>
								</add> Fel in Ships hold 16 ft from<lb/>
the end of Jib-beam was much<lb/>
hurt but thro' anointing with oil<lb/>
&amp; prayer, I soon recovered.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
				</div1>
				<div1 type="year" n="1851">
					<head>1851</head>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-02">
						<head>February 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-02-05">
							<head>February 5, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
1851
<date value="1851-02-05">Feb 5</date>I received my indentures, having<lb/>
served 5 years as agreed.<lb/>
spent 2 weeks visiting my frien-<lb/>
ds at <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Ilfracombe (England)">Ilfracombe</orig>
								</name>, returned to<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-02-15">
							<head>February 15, 1851 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
"   <date value="1851-02-15">15</date>Newport; attended meeting, was<lb/>
blessed by Prest C H Wheelock: a-<lb/>
mong other things he said I should<lb/>
be succesful in turning some of<lb/>
ship mates from darkness to<lb/>
the light of the Gospel, &amp; from the<lb/>
power of Sin &amp; Satan unto God.<lb/>
This day I joined with 3 other english<lb/>
sailors the <name type="ship">Iuna of Finland</name>, <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Captain Granholm">Captn<lb/>
Granholm</orig>
								</name> (His crew had left him)<lb/>
								<del type="overstrike">&amp;</del> he gave us extra wages, We sailed<lb/>
								<pb n="53"/>
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								</figure>
51<lb/>
1851 for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Gibralter, Strait of">Gibralter</orig>
								</name>, with a cargo of<lb/>
								<date value="1851-02-23">Feb 23</date>
								<lb/>
Coal, ar. 
</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-03">
						<head>March 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-03-05">
							<head>March 5, 1851 <ref>Food; Commerce</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-03-05">Mar 5th</date> discharged the<lb/>
coal on board the <name type="ship">Gov. Hull</name>. &amp; took in<lb/>
ballast.  We had to load our baskets<lb/>
with gravel about 50lb, then load<lb/>
our boat, (keeping her afloat the while)<lb/>
we waded thro the water, then get<lb/>
alongside our vessel &amp; throw in with<lb/>
shovels, some of the best coffee I ever<lb/>
had was in <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Gibralter, Strait of">Gibralter</orig>
								</name>, at 1c/ pr glass.<lb/>
It was made after the Turkesh style<lb/>
1 teaspoonful of white sugar, in a ^<add place="supralinear">clean</add> tumbler<lb/>
2 of cream, then boiling coffee: It<lb/>
was simply rich.  Oranges were very<lb/>
cheep 2c/ pr dozen. &amp; wine 4c/ a pint.<lb/>
Sometimes I had to wait all day, at<lb/>
the warf for the Captain, to go on board.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-03-06">
							<head>March 6, 1851 <ref>Women</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-03-06">Mar 6</date>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Harris, Thomas James">Thos Henry</orig>
								</name> maried <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Harris, Mary Ann Birmingham">Mary Ann<lb/>
Birmingham</orig>
								</name>. (his 1st love.) <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Harris, Thomas Henry">Thos<lb/>
Henry</orig>
								</name> was 2 years old on <del type="overstrike">the</del>
								<date value="1851-03-19">
									<add place="supralinear">March</add> 19t<unclear reason="illegible">[-]</unclear>/51</date>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-04">
						<head>April 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-04-19">
							<head>April 19, 1851 <ref>Commerce</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-04-19">April 19</date> We sailed for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Cadiz (Spain)">Cadiz</orig>
								</name> in <name type="place">Spain</name>
								<lb/>
ar. the next day - employed taking<lb/>
out ballast &amp; loading Salt for <name type="place">Wi-<lb/>
burgh</name>
								<name type="place">
									<orig reg="Russia">Rusia</orig>
								</name>
								<name type="place">
									<orig reg="Finland">Findland</orig>
								</name>.  At Cadiz<lb/>
water was sold in the market by the<lb/>
Spanish donas at 1 c/ pr glass -<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-06">
						<head>June 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-06-07">
							<head>June 7, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-06-07">June 7</date> We left Cadiz .  Wind W.N.W.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-06-22">
							<head>June 22, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
"<date value="1851-06-22">22</date> (Sund.) Strong Breezes N.N.E. In<lb/>
double reefed Topsails Lat. by<lb/>
obs. 42° 5ʹ N., Long 11° 22ʹ W.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-06-29">
							<head>June 29, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
"<date value="1851-06-29">29</date> (Sund.) Fresh Breezes S.S.E. Course <lb/>
E. by N. Lat by obs 48° 13 N. Long. 9° W at<lb/>
7 A.M. sounded, no bottom at 130 fathom,<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-07">
						<head>July 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-01">
							<head>July 1, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-07-01">July 1st</date> Wind W.N.W. bowrs E.N.E. at 10 A.M.<lb/>
spoke a Scilly pilot boat. Lat 49° 20' Long<lb/>
6° W at 4 P.M. sounded at 60 fathom<lb/>
								<note target="n27">[27]</note>
The <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Gibralter, Strait of">Strait of Gibraltr</orig>
								</name> from <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Trafalgar, Cape (Spain)">Cape Trafalgar</orig>
								</name> on the N. to <name type="place">Cape Spar-<lb/>
ta</name> on the  S. is about 30 mils, it then narows to about 15 miles<lb/>
Gibralter is on the Spanish side &amp; is the southermost point rise-<lb/>
ing abruptly from the sea is about 3 miles long &amp; 1/2 m. wide  The<lb/>
Rock has 3 points <name type="place">Waifs Craig</name> on the N. 1439 ft high,  It has upon<lb/>
its sumit a large canon that can comand a large distance<lb/>
shoreward.  Centre Point is the signal station, from which the<lb/>
aproach of vesels are made known, to the people below by<lb/>
certain signals with bal's &amp; flags of diferent colours to designate<lb/>
the nationality of the vesel aproaching.  On this fortification there<lb/>
are about 1000 cavern, placed among the rock.  It is considered the<lb/>
strongest Fort in Existence.  A whole Army can be concealed<lb/>
in its various recesses.  The Town is enclosed with a high stone<lb/>
wal' with gates that is closed from evening until morning.<lb/>
It has sustained 14 seiges, until the English posesion in 1779<lb/>
after 3 years &amp; 7 m., ^<add place="supralinear">against the combined force of <name type="place">Spain</name> &amp; <name type="place">France</name>
								</add> &amp; has held it since. <note target="n28">[28]</note> Home is the rainbow<lb/>
of life.<lb/>
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								</figure>
								<note target="n29">[29]</note>
52<lb/>
Oase.  dist run in 4 hrs 29 miles.<lb/>
Course E. by N. at 9 P.M. Lizard light<lb/>
bore N.W. by N. dist 20 miles at day-<lb/>
light made sail.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-06">
							<head>July 6, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
1851<lb/>
								<date value="1851-07-06">July 6</date> (Sund) Light airs W Course E.N.E.<lb/>
at 8 P.M calm.  Dover light bore N.W.<lb/>
by W dist 18 m.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-12">
							<head>July 12, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-07-12">12</date> Fresh breeze W.N.W. with rain,<lb/>
wind veered to the south, &amp; then west,<lb/>
at 2 P M made the land about <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Denmark">Den-<lb/>
mark</orig>
								</name>. Course N.E. by E.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-13">
							<head>July 13, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-07-13">13</date> Begin with rain, &amp; strong breezes;<lb/>
S.W. took in Top gallant sails, &amp; double<lb/>
reefed topsails, wind veered round to <lb/>
W.N.W. Course S. by E. at 10 set stin-<lb/>
isails.  At 4 P.M.   Trendle Light Ship,<lb/>
bore N by W 1/4 W dist 4 m., <name type="place">Elsinore</name>
								<lb/>
bore S 1/2 E. dist 96 m.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-15">
							<head>July 15, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-07-15">July 15</date> Wind W by S set stin sails, &amp; at<lb/>
2 P.M. took them in &amp; droped anchor<lb/>
6 mile below Elsinore, curent setting<lb/>
to the Northward.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-18">
							<head>July 18, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-07-18">18</date> double reefed Topsails, Lifted<lb/>
Anchor &amp; at 2 A.M. anchored abrest<lb/>
of Elsinore town.  At noon went on<lb/>
shore, &amp; was paid off I rec. 7 ₤100.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-19">
							<head>July 19, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 " <date value="1851-07-19">19</date> Proceeded to <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Copenhagen (Denmark)">Copenhagen</orig>
								</name> with<lb/>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Sherman, William">Wm Sherman</orig>
								</name> (after taking leave of<lb/>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Captain Granholm">Captn Granholm</orig>
								</name> who gave me a<lb/>
book) by Steamer, ar at <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Malling">Bro Mal-<lb/>
ling</orig>
								</name>s at 10 P.M. found Elder <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Dyhes, George Parker">Geo.<lb/>
Parker Dyhes</orig>
								</name> in bed. was received<lb/>
kindly, &amp; slept there that night.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-20">
							<head>July 20, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-07-20">20</date> Visited <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Fosgreen">Bro Fosgreen</orig>
								</name> &amp; other<lb/>
								<name type="group">
									<orig reg="Mormons">Saints</orig>
								</name> &amp; put up at <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Christansen">Bro Christansen</orig>
								</name>'s,<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-21">
							<head>July 21, 1851 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-07-21">July 21</date> I bab. Wm Sherman in the sound<lb/>
								<pb n="55"/>
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								</figure>
53<lb/>
It was a solemn sight; a smal party <lb/>
of about 20 sung, prayed; I then bab. <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother William">Bro<lb/>
Wm</orig>
								</name> &amp; <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Peterson, Rasmas">Rasmas Peterson</orig>
								</name> bap 3 in dan-<lb/>
ish. the ful moon smiling upon the<lb/>
scene &amp; the sound, clear &amp; calm.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-24">
							<head>July 24, 1851 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
1851<lb/>
								<date value="1851-07-24">July 24</date> Bro <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Sherman, William">Sherman</orig>
								</name> was confirmed under <lb/>
the hands of <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Fasgreen">Bro Fasgreen</orig>
								</name>, <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Tompson">Tompson</orig>
								</name>, &amp;<lb/>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Petersen">Petersen</orig>
								</name> at the same he was an-<lb/>
nointed for a sweling, in his hand,  but<lb/>
soon recovered.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-07-28">
							<head>July 28, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-07-28">28</date> Visited the "<name type="place">Kong's Park</name>" in com-<lb/>
pany with the <name type="group">
									<orig reg="Mormons">saints</orig>
								</name>, viewed the<lb/>
great eclipse of the Sun, partook<lb/>
of refreshments in a summer house,<lb/>
&amp; in the evening, attended babtism.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-08">
						<head>August 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-02">
							<head>August 2, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-08-02">Aug 2</date> Bro Sherman left for <name type="place">Elsinore</name>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-03">
							<head>August 3, 1851 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
 "<date value="1851-08-03">3</date> (Sund) Fast day, attended meeting<lb/>
at <name type="place">Christanhaven</name>, <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Fasgreen">Bro Fasgreen</orig>
								</name> present.<lb/>
At noon Apostle <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Snow, Erastus Fairbanks, 1818-1888">Erastus Snow</orig>
								</name> ar.<lb/>
from <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Hull (England)">Hul</orig>
								</name>.  I dined with Him, <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Brother Hansen">Bro.<lb/>
Hansen</orig>
								</name>, &amp; Fasgreen, at Elder Peter-<lb/>
sens, 
Bread Baker.  This week I had<lb/>
my likeness taken for the <name type="group">Danish</name>
								<lb/>
								<name type="group">
									<orig reg="Mormons">Saints</orig>
								</name>, as a memento of their kindness.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-06">
							<head>August 6, 1851 <ref>Commerce</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-08-06">Aug 6</date> Left <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Copenhagen (Denmark)">Copenhagen</orig>
								</name> pr. Steam-<lb/>
Ship <name type="ship">Victoria</name> for Hul.  <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Christansen, C. C.">Bro. C. C.<lb/>
Christansen</orig>
								</name> accompanied me on<lb/>
board, &amp; then returned, we sailed<lb/>
at noon fare 2 ₤10 s. board pr day<lb/>
3s. 6d. 9th we ar. at Hul at 2<lb/>
P.M. saught lodgins at a sailor's boarding <lb/>
house ^<add place="supralinear">on tick</add> as my cash had run out.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-10">
							<head>August 10, 1851 <ref>Mormons--religious life</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-08-10">Aug 10</date> Sund.  Attended meeting, bore my<lb/>
testimony.  In the Eve listened to a<lb/>
discourse on present revelation, by<lb/>
Prest of the Hul branch, <name type="person">Allen</name>.<lb/>
								<note target="n30">[30]</note>
Bro <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Bruhm, Knud Hansen">Knud Hansen Bruhm</orig>
								</name> was very kind<lb/>
and attentive in escorting me arround to see<lb/>
the <name type="group">
									<orig reg="Mormons">Saints</orig>
								</name> &amp; making 14 or 15 visits pr day<lb/>
&amp; being oblidged to partake of refreshments<lb/>
at every call I was realy afraid of <lb/>
being foundered.<lb/>
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								</figure>
								<note target="n31">[31]</note>
54<lb/>
1851 Was promised a berth.<lb/>
								<date value="1851-08-14">14</date>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-15">
							<head>August 15, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-08-15">Aug  15</date> Began to work on board the Brig<lb/>
								<name type="ship">Elvira</name> of <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Liverpool (England)">Liverpool</orig>
								</name>. &amp; had a months<lb/>
advance, paid up my board bill &amp;<lb/>
purchased some stars.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-16">
							<head>August 16, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 " <date value="1851-08-16">16</date> Sailed for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Riga (Russia)">Riga</orig>
								</name> in <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Russia">Rusia</orig>
								</name>.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-24">
							<head>August 24, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 " <date value="1851-08-24">24</date> Passed off <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Copenhagen (Denmark)">Copenhagen</orig>
								</name> at 10 A.M<lb/>
 Wind S.E. should like to have gone on <add place="supralinear">shore</add>
								<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-08-31">
							<head>August 31, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
 " <date value="1851-08-31">31</date> Ar. at Riga &amp; proceeded over <lb/>
 the bar, then up the river 8 mile.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-09">
						<head>September 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-09-17">
							<head>September 17, 1851 <ref>Food; Discipline</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-09-17">Septr 17</date> While loading flax a regiment<lb/>
of soldiers, passed over the bridge;<lb/>
&amp; halted at the river bank to noon:<lb/>
each one drew out a piece of blk<lb/>
bread, about the size of my hand;<lb/>
sprinkled some coarse salt upon <lb/>
it, ate &amp; drank out of the ^<add place="supralinear">
									<hi rend="bold">dirty</hi>
								</add> river.<lb/>
I gave one that was near the ves-<lb/>
sel a bone of beef, and the way the<lb/>
tears rooled down his cheeks, was<lb/>
a caution, to hardened sinners.<lb/>
2 sailors one an <name type="group">American</name> &amp; the<lb/>
other an <name type="group">Englishman</name>, got drunk &amp;<lb/>
faught, they were put in jail &amp;<lb/>
the next day harnesed to a rock<lb/>
^<add place="supralinear">wagon</add> rock hauling like horses.  The<lb/>
American ambasador immedia-<lb/>
telly released his man, but the<lb/>
poor Englishman was hauling rock<lb/>
when we left, waiting for red<lb/>
tape, to turn some other color.<lb/>
To day we sailed loaded with <lb/>
flax for <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Dundee (Scotland)">Dundee</orig>
								</name> in <name type="place">Scotland</name>.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-09-24">
							<head>September 24, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
" <date value="1851-09-24">24</date> mailed a letter for <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Dyhes, George Parker">Elder Dyhes</orig>
								</name>
								<lb/>
at <name type="place">Elsinore</name>.
</p>
						</div3>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="month" n="1851-10">
						<head>October 1851</head>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-10-02">
							<head>October 2, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-10-02">
									<hi rend="underline">Oct 2nd</hi>
								</date> In a heavy<lb/>
gale I was thrown over the wheel <lb/>
								<pb n="57"/>
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								</figure>
								<note target="n32">[32]</note>
55<lb/>
&amp; broke my left collar bone at ^<add place="supralinear">2 A M</add> put in<lb/>
to <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Dundee (Scotland)">Dundee</orig>
								</name> the <del type="overstrike">next</del>
								<add place="supralinear">same</add> day, &amp; went to the<lb/>
Hospital; had my collar bone set by <lb/>
a skilful little doctor, who said<lb/>
it would be better in 7 weeks.  I gave<lb/>
him a foot plug of Tab.<lb/>
							</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-10-03">
							<head>October 3, 1851 <ref/>
							</head>
							<p>
								<date value="1851-10-03">Oct 3</date> The Crew were paid off making<lb/>
								<hi rend="bold">1851</hi> 1 month 18 days. &amp; 
</p>
						</div3>
						<div3 type="entry" n="1851-10-06">
							<head>October 6, 1851 <ref>Commerce; Mormons--religious life; Diseases</ref>
							</head>
							<p>
on the <date value="1851-10-06">
									<hi rend="underline">6th</hi>
								</date>
								<name type="person">
									<orig reg="Hannah, Samuel">Saml<lb/>
Hannah</orig>
								</name>, <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Jackson, Richard">Richard Jackson</orig>
								</name>, &amp; <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Bently, Robert">Robt Bently</orig>
								</name>.<lb/>
got berths in a bark, bound for the<lb/>
								<name type="place">
									<orig reg="Rio Grande">Rio grand</orig>
								</name>.  They beleived the gospel,<lb/>
but wanted to investigate further;<lb/>
before they got babtized.  Were<lb/>
sorry to leave me behind cripled.<lb/>
Not being able to board in the Hos-<lb/>
pital, the Captn had to pay me ex-<lb/>
tra 3s 6d pr week for 6 weeks, besides<lb/>
my wages, &amp; having a months ad-<lb/>
vance when in <name type="place">
									<orig reg="Hull (England)">Hul</orig>
								</name> al I had to <lb/>
receive was 2₤ 8s.  So I found<lb/>
out Bro <name type="person">
									<orig reg="Capley, John">John Capley</orig>
								</name>, File cut-<lb/>
ter, &amp; lodged with them.  He had<lb/>
a wife &amp; daughter.  On hearing them<lb/>
sing the Hym on page 349 L.D.S.H.B.<lb/>
The God that others worship is not the God for <add place="supralinear">me;</add>
								<lb/>
He has no parts nor body, &amp; cannot hear nor see;<lb/>
But I've a God that reigns above -<lb/>
A God of power &amp; of love -<lb/>
A god of revelation - oh, thats the God for <add place="supralinear">me,</add>
								<lb/>
Oh thats the God for me!<lb/>
Oh thats the God for me!<lb/>
A church without a Prophet is not the church <add place="supralinear">for me,</add>
								<lb/>
It has no head to lead it; in it I would not b.<lb/>
But Ive a church not made by man,<lb/>
Cut from the mountain without hand,<lb/>
A Church with gifts &amp; blessings Oh, thats the church <add place="supralinear">for me</add>
								<lb/>
								<pb n="58"/>
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								</figure>
56<lb/>
								<hi rend="underline">1851</hi>
								<note target="n33">[33]</note>
Oh thats the Church for me.<lb/>
Oh thats the Church for me.<lb/>
This seemed to create within me, more <lb/>
faith in the gift of healing, &amp; I asked the<lb/>
Lord to increase my faith, then I longed<lb/>
for the arrival of <name type="person">
									<orig reg="President McNaughton">Prest Mc Naughton</orig>
								</name> of the<lb/>
								<name type="place">
									<orig reg="Dundee (Scotland)">Dundee</orig>
								</name> Conference, &amp; <name type="person">
									<orig reg="President Mathers">Prest Mathers</orig>
								</name> of the<lb/>
Branch, ^<add place="supralinear">&amp;</add>
								<name t