To the regions of light
The horses are come,
The chariots of Israel to carry me home!”
*One called aloud to his mother to come. He said, “You may call; but God will not stop one moment.” He spake no more till he resigned his spirit into the hands of God.
A short ACCOUNT
Of the LIFE and DEATH of
NATHANAEL OTHEN,
Who was shot in Dover-Castle, October 26, 1757.
1.I WAS born at Ogham in Hampshire, of honest parents, and when about thirteen years old, went to service to a farmer near Ogham, whom I served faithfully for a year. I was then for a year and a half postilion to the Exeter stage-coach. Afterwards I went up to London, and hired myself again, in the place of a postilion. It was here I was soon led into drunkenness, and by that means not long after into lewdness. Leaving this place after six months, I hired myself for another year as a postilion, at the White-Horse in Piccadilly. Here I got more money, but could keep none, squandering it all away in drink and debauchery. My mistress reproving me for this, I was so enraged, that I went and entered on board a privateer. I went down as far as Exeter, in my way to Plymouth, in order to embark. But my mind then changed: so I came back to London, and hired myself in the Hay-Market as a second coachman. I soon quitted this place, and served Lord H—— in the same post for a year and a half, who when he wanted me no longer, recommended me to Colonel B—— with whom I had large wages. But I wasted all among lewd women, ’till I embarked with my master for Holland.
2. In eight days we arrived at Williamstadt. Thence we went to Breda, where I was again drawn into drunkenness. My master hearing [♦]of it, desired the groom to reprove me, which made me reflect on my past life. I went out into the fields, and went to prayers, repeating the prayers which I had been taught by my parents. And this I did many times while we staid at Breda: And I had more power over sin than formerly.
[♦] duplicate word “of” removed