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Temperance Hannabal, narrative, 1754 February 7

ms-number: 754157

abstract: Temperance Hannabal narrates the story of her religious awakening to Occom.

handwriting: Narrative is written in Occom’s hand, which is clear and legible. As is common with Occom's hand, there are some uncrossed t’s; these have been corrected by the transcriber.

paper: Small sheet folded in half like a book is in poor condition, with heavy fading, staining and wear that results in some loss of text.

ink: Dark-brown ink is worn away in places.

noteworthy: An editor, likely 19th-century, has overwritten Occom's hand on one recto. The assigned year of the manuscript is based on this edit. On two verso, a note has been added in the same hand. The note, which has not been transcribed, reads: “(If common year, 1 Day y Jan. was Thursd. / 1761, 1767, 1778-1 / If leap year.”

Temperance Hannabal
I have been the moſt [illegible][gap: faded]
wretch yt ever liv'd, yea [gap: faded]
there was nothing in all the
Nois of Religion, and I thought
and Said that the Chriſtians
Lied; I thought it was beſt for me
to gratify my own Inclinations
— Till the Laſt fall, I was Sick
for Some Time, and in my Sick­
neſs, I began to Query, what
w[gap: faded][guess: oud] become of my Soul, if I
Shoud Die in this State and
Condition, and theſe thoughts
threw me into Fright, and
was Concern'd for my Soul for
Some Time, but as I got
well of my Sickneſs my
Concern wore a way — —.
till this Late Religious Stir
I bethought of my Self again
and after I [gap: tear] been to few
Meetings I found my Self a
great Sinner, and an undone
Creature before god, yea Saw
my Self fit for nothing but
Hell and everlaſting Diſtruc­
tion. — and as I was at one
meeting and as I was amuſing
and Conſidering my State &
Condition, it threw me into
Such Horror and guil of Concience
and Confuſion of [illegible], I
fell in[illegible]to a S[illegible][guess: waun], and im­
mediately I found my Self
into great Darkneſs, [illegible]and
while I was there I heard
a voice before me, Saying
follow me, and I went that
way, and Immedeately found
my Self upon Something, I
Cant Compared to nothing
but to a Pole, but over
Put over a Deep hole
Blank page.Not transcribed.
Hannabal, Temperance
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