Temperance Hannabal, narrative, 1754 February 7

Author Hannabal, Temperance

Date7 February, 1754

Call Number754157

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.”

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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
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Not transcribed.
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