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Saturday, January 5. We left our lodging before daylight, and 

 after we had passed over a three-mile ferry we reached Charleston 

 about ten in the morning. 



Sunday, January 6. We went to public service in the morning, 

 but did not preach, because the curate had not a commission to lend 

 the pulpit, unless the commissary [the Rev. Alexander Garden], then 

 out of town, were present. Most of the town, however, being eager 

 to hear me, I preached in the afternoon in one of the Dissenting meet- 

 ing-houses, but was grieved to find so little concern in the congrega- 

 tion. The auditory was large, but very polite. I question whether 

 the Court -end of London could exceed them in affected finery, 

 gayety of dress, and a deportment ill becoming persons who have 

 had such divine judgments lately sent amongst them. I reminded 

 them of this in my sermon, but I seemed to them as one that mocked. 



Monday, January 7. Finding the inhabitants desirous to hear 

 me a second time, I preached in the morning in the French Church. 

 The audience was so great that many stood without the door. I felt 

 much more freedom than I did yesterday. Many were melted into 

 tears. One of the town, most remarkably gay, was observed to weep. 

 Instead of the people going out, as they did yesterday, in a light, 

 unthinking manner, a visible concern was in most of their faces. 

 After sermon, I and my friends dined at a merchant's, and as I was 

 passing along a letter was put into my hands wherein were these 

 words: "Remember me in your prayers, for Christ's sake, who died 

 forme, a sinner." Many of the inhabitants, with full hearts, entreat- 

 ed me to give them one more sermon, and though I was just about to 

 take the boat, I thought it my duty to comply with their request. 

 Notice was immediately given, and in about half an hour a large con- 

 gregation was assembled in the Dissenting meeting-house. In the 

 evening I supped at another merchant's house, and had an oppor- 

 tunity, for nearly two hours, to converse of the things of God with a 

 large company. 



Tuesday, January 8. We left our horses in Charleston, and set 

 out for Georgia in an open canoe, having negroes to row and steer us. 

 The poor slaves were very civil and laborious. We lay one night on 

 the water, and about five, on Wednesday evening, arrived at Beau- 

 fort, in Port Royal, one hundred miles from Charleston. 



Wednesday, January 9. The wind being high and sailing imprac- 

 ticable, we staid at Beaufort all the morning, and dined with kind Mr. 

 Jones, the minister of the place, who received us with great civility. 

 Afterward, the weather being fair and the tide serving, we again took 



