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12016-08-22T07:10:49-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650a72002(annotation)plain2016-08-29T15:10:46-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650aWe pretend to be Christians, and, from the superior Light we enjoy, ought, to exceed Heathens, Turks, Saracens, Moors, Negroes and Indians, in the Knowledge and Practice of what is right. I will endeavour to show, by a few Examples from Books and History, the Sense those People have had of such Actions.
HOMER wrote his Poem, called the Odyssey, some Hundred Years before the Birth of Christ. He frequently speaks of what he calls not only the Duties, but the sacred Rites of Hospitality, (exercised towards Strangers, while in our House or Territory) as including, besides all the common Circumstances of Entertainment, full Safety and Protection of Person, from all Danger of Life, from all Injuries, and even Insults. The Rites of Hospitality were called sacred, because the Stranger, the Poor and the Weak, when they applied for Protection and Relief, were, from the Religion of those Times, supposed to be sent by the Deity to try the Goodness of Men, and that he would avenge the Injuries they might receive, where they ought to have been protected. —These Sentiments therefore influenced the Manners of all Ranks of People, even the meanest; for we find that when Ulysses came, as a poor Stranger, to the Hut of Eumaeus, the Swineherd, and his great Dogs ran out to tear the ragged Man, Eumaeus, drave them away with Stones; and
Unhappy Stranger! (thus the faithful Swain Began, with Accent gracious and humane) What Sorrow had been mine, if at my Gate Thy rev’rend Age had met a shameful Fate?
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12016-08-19T12:58:32-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650aA Narrative of the Late Massacres (Inscribed: From James Pemberton to William Cobbett) - 141A narrative of the late massacres, in Lancaster County, of a number of Indians, friends of this province, by persons unknown. : With some observations on the same.2016-08-19T12:58:32-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650a
12016-08-19T12:59:55-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650aA Narrative of the Late Massacres - 141A narrative of the late massacres, in Lancaster County, of a number of Indians, friends of this province, by persons unknown. With some observations on the same.2016-08-19T12:59:55-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650a
