Temperance Hannabal, narrative, 1754 February 7



abstractTemperance Hannabal narrates the story of her religious awakening to Occom.

handwritingNarrative 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.

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

inkDark-brown ink is worn away in places.

noteworthyAn 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.”

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 Concien^ce^  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
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