Narrative of Seven Years of Religious Persecution, Including Miss Nevill's Sufferings, and Selections from Her Correspondence and Proceedings; ... from Her Correspondence and Proceedings - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844. Excerpt: ...--you are condemned" and throwing himself into a chair, burst into tears. Miss Nevill thought it was sentence of death for more than ten minutes, from Dr. Orpen likewise being in tears, and Mrs. Long in hysterics. She tried to help all in turn, and made them take some camphor and water. At last, when Mr. Long recovered, she asked him when she was to die, and what the kind of death was? and he then informed her, the jury had only made her a lunatic. "Well," said she, "is that all; I thought from your manner it was death, and that the criminal charges had been moved and carried by false witnesses, against me." Dr. Orpen said, "What will you do?" "I will pray for those who condemned me," said Miss Nevill; "Will you join me. But, first, let us take the Bible, and see what verses will open for divine direction." She opened the Bible at these words, in Lamentations, and read them aloud. Dr. Orpen then marked them with a pen. Chap. 3d. v. 57.--Thoudrewest near in the day that I called upon thee. Thou saidst, "Fear Not." "O, Lord, thou hast pleaded the cause of my soul--thou hast redeemed my hope. O, Lord, thou hast seen my wrongs; judge Thou, my cause. Thou hast seen all their vengeance, and all their imaginations against me. Thou hast heard their reproach, O, Lord, and all their imaginations against me. The lips of those that rose up against me, and their devise against me all the day. Behold their sitting down, and their rising up. I am their music." Miss Nevill then prayed fervently, not only for her sister, and those who prosecuted the Commission, but for the Judge, Jury, and Counsel against her; and on rising from her knees, she observed, "She would now be able to write to Amy Roberts," which she did that very evening, and gave it to Mr. Long, to drop in the...