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and when he had done this, told the Dr. to remove his family as soon as possible, or he should do it by force. Things had now come to a crisis in which further resistance would be vain. The Georgians did not regard their own laws. [If they had they would have respected the bill of Injunction.] Indeed the said agent was understood to say, such proceedings were not in accordance with their own laws, but they were necessary policy. Here we had been crowded into one corner of the house for several weeks. Our school had been broken up and our children sent home. We had no alternative, remove we must. We accordingly gathered together our effects and left Haweis for Brainerd on the 12th of last Feb. [Here much is omitted, relating chiefly to my labours and affairs of my family, while my husband was in prison. Below are some extracts of my visits to him]

 A few months after my husband was imprisoned I made him a visit, Our company consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlain, Mrs. Worcester, myself and my little daughter Mary Cornelia who was six years old. The distance was nearly two hundred miles. Upon arriving in Milledgeville, we introduced ourselves to the Principal keeper of the Penitentiary, who conductd us to the prison. Here the mafry? gates of the wall were opened, and we were introduced into a large open space, and invited to take our seats upon some lumber, as nothing more convenient was at hand. The Keeper ?enced? somewhat? affected and a little discon?ested, as if he did not exactly know the best method of managing the introduction. An under keeper, however, went to inform Mr. Worcester and the Dr. that we had arrived, and to invite them out into the "Court", where we were seated. When they made their appearance we met them as we should have done on any other occasion - heartily glad to see each other and greatly rejoiced to find each 

continues at bottom enjoying good health. A few rods distant we should not have known our husbands. Their shirts were of cotton, but as coarse as any torn? bagging I ever saw - and pantaloons of the same. Their shirts and pantaloons were both marked with the initial of their names in black, the letters were as large as the palm of my hand, also with the addition of the figure 4 telling us the number of years they had to live there. Their uerts? were their own, as the state found them none. Their spencers or round abouts were the coarsest kind of woolen cloth, and to finish their costume, their pocket-handkerchiefs were tied round their necks for cravats. We tarried three days in Milledgeville, and had three interviews of several hours each with our husbands, the keeper always being present, in accordance with the rules of the penitentiary. We parted with them, in the same place where we first met them all rejoicing in the goodness of God for the support and consolation He had granted us in the midst of our afflictions. Our next visit was in the following Sept., at which time all our children accompanied us. The circumstances of this visit in some respects differed from the one preceding. A new keeper had come into office. Col. Mills, the present one would not suffer us to go to a boarding house, but took us all into his family. In our visits to the Penitentiary, our families had a room assigned them in the Counting-house, where we passed as much of the day with our husbands, as we chose, and that without the presence of the keeper to inspect our conversation. Their dress was also, was somewhat improved; in as much as their shirts were common cotton cloth and their round-Abouts, brown linen. The morning after our arrival, Mrs. Lumpkin, the Gov's lady called, and gave us an invitation to dine at her house that day. For several reasons, we thought best to accept the invitation. We were kindly treated by the Gov. and his Lady, and were urged to make their house our home, while we tarried in town or as much of the time as suited our convenience. Mrs. Elsworth and my little sons, dined there once afterwards. After spending five days with our husbands, we set our faces homeward. On the morning we left, we went into the Penitentiary to take leave of our husbands, and to our surprise Col. Mills invited them to walk to his house with us, and take breakfast. After we left, the Col. took them into his Garden and Library and entertained them an hour or two, then left them to return to the Penitentiary alone. I would mention (this rather out of place) that their employment while in confinement, was that of the Cabinet Maker's. I am now writing upon a Mahogany desk, probably worth eight or ten dollars; - made by my husband in prison, in moments gained from his eating hour. - - - Although it be painful to review these scenes, I always feel grateful while doing it, and rejoice that these Missionaries were counted worthy to suffer for righteousness sake. I have reason to believe they will meet some of their fellow prisoners in heaven, saved by their instrumentality. While in confinement there was a considerable awakening among the prisoners. Mr. Worcester preached regularly on the Sabbath, and both were allowed most of the time, to hold evening worship with the convicts, in two different rooms, and also to give religious instruction.