A narrative of the life & travels of John Robert Shaw, the well-digger, now resident in Lexington, Kentucky . strain my penfrom observing that the b^remitting skillful andassiduous attention of my sufgeo^is, doctors Fish-back, Dudley and Warfield, connected with thegenerous contributions of my neighbouis were aninnate sours? of satisfaction to me, and ^ greatmeans of alleviating those -Acute Sensation^ which1 then laboured under and which at this side of eter-nity, shall never be erased from my ,^rateful bosom. It not perhaps be uninterestiUj; to my read-ers, to hear of the different flas
A narrative of the life & travels of John Robert Shaw, the well-digger, now resident in Lexington, Kentucky . strain my penfrom observing that the b^remitting skillful andassiduous attention of my sufgeo^is, doctors Fish-back, Dudley and Warfield, connected with thegenerous contributions of my neighbouis were aninnate sours? of satisfaction to me, and ^ greatmeans of alleviating those -Acute Sensation^ which1 then laboured under and which at this side of eter-nity, shall never be erased from my ,^rateful bosom. It not perhaps be uninterestiUj; to my read-ers, to hear of the different flashings ofspivitual con-viction which at different thiies pervaded my bo-som, during the career of those vicissitudes whichI have gi^^en them a detail of.—Having had cak,intimations and warnings at various times of myunhnppy anddepra\ed situation, by sights, of conscience and otherwise aff/icted, inorder to draw me fixm the vortex of vice, into |which I was immerged. But all proved ineffec-tual, until I arrived at Mr. Culbertsons (a cove-nantiiig miniitcr in Fcnncylvania) iu who:ie house. [ 157 ] prayer was regularly attended to morning and even-ing, and ^ivhere something innately foretold methat the day of grace was not yet past, ^^ hich indii •ced me to form a resolution of reforming and lead-ing a better life and to become if possible a newman. But alas ! transient was the resolve, for fal-ling in company with some of my old associates^I relapsed again and pursued as usual the bro::d roadto destruction. In tins course I continued years, until at length I Vv-as awakened to asense of my wretchedness by one of the Lordswonderful works. Being walking ifi Lexingtonwdthin a few steps of a friends house, there cameup a violent thunder storm, the lightning fromwhich struck a scaffold pole \vithin a ihw yards ofme. From the sudden impulse of the moment, Idropped on my knees, on which I did not long con-tinue, but juniped up and went into the house,where I
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