A Narrative of the Life of Rev. Noah Davis, A Colored Man

A Narrative of The Life of Rev.
Noah Davis,
by Noah Davis

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Title: A Narrative of The Life of Rev. Noah Davis, A Colored Man.
Written by Himself, At The Age of Fifty-Four
Author: Noah Davis
Release Date: December 23, 2006 [EBook #20005]
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NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC.
The object of the writer, in preparing this account of himself, is to
RAISE SUFFICIENT MEANS TO FREE HIS LAST TWO
CHILDREN FROM SLAVERY.
Having already, within twelve years past, purchased himself, his wife,
and five of his children, at a cost, altogether, of over four thousand
dollars, he now earnestly desires a humane and christian public to
AID HIM IN THE SALE OF THIS BOOK,
for the purpose of finishing the task in which he has so long and
anxiously labored.
God has blessed him in an extraordinary manner, not only by granting
freedom to him and so large a portion of his family, but by giving him
the hope of the gospel, and permitting him to preach that gospel among
his own people--in which calling he has been engaged for about
twenty-five years.
[Illustration: THE SARATOGA STREET AFRICAN BAPTIST
CHAPEL.]
The building, of which the above cut is an imperfect representation,
fronts as above 100 feet on Saratoga street, and 46 feet on Calvert street.
The house is of brick, and cost over $18,000.--(See page 45.)

A
NARRATIVE
OF
THE LIFE

OF
REV. NOAH DAVIS,
A COLORED MAN.
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF, AT THE AGE OF FIFTY-FOUR.
PRINTED SOLELY FOR THE AUTHOR'S BENEFIT.

Baltimore: PUBLISHED BY JOHN F. WEISHAMPEL, JR., No. 484
West Baltimore St.

ENTERED according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by
NOAH DAVIS, in the Clerk's office of the District Court of Maryland.
STEREOTYPED BY JOHN F. WEISHAMPEL, JR., BOOKSELLER
AND PUBLISHER, BALTIMORE.

Contents.
CHAPTER I.
Early Life in Virginia--Example of Pious Parents.
CHAPTER II.
Apprenticed to the Shoe-making--Learns
housework--Intemperance--"A negro can't be trusted"--Learning how to
write and cipher.
CHAPTER III.
Religious Experience--Conviction and Conversion.

CHAPTER IV.
Marriage--License to Preach--Purchase of Freedom--Call to Baltimore.
CHAPTER V.
Experience in Baltimore--Education--Purchase of a Wife and two
Children--Great Distress of Mind--Generous Assistance--Church
Matters.
CHAPTER VI.
A New Movement in Baltimore--Erection of a Meeting House for the
African Baptist Church--Heavy Indebtedness--Account of the
Enterprise.
CHAPTER VII.
Account of a Visit to the northern Cities--True Friends.
CHAPTER VIII.
Conclusion--Object of this Book.

NARRATIVE.
CHAPTER I.
Early Life in Virginia--Example of Pious Parents.
I was born a slave, in Madison county, Virginia, March, 1804. My
father, John Davis, and his family, belonged to Robert Patten, Esq., a
wealthy merchant, residing in Fredericksburg--who was also owner, in
connection with Mr. John Thom, of a large merchant mill, located on
"Crooked Run," a stream running between Madison and Culpepper
counties. My father was the head miller in that large establishment, in

which responsible station he was much respected.
There I was born, and remained until I was twelve years old. Mr. Patten
was always considered one of the best of masters, allowing his servants
many privileges; but my father enjoyed more than many others. Both
he and my mother were pious members of a Baptist church, and from
their godly example, I formed a determination, before I had reached my
twelfth year, that if I was spared to become a man, I would try to be as
good as my parents. My father could read a little, and make figures, but
could scarcely write at all. His custom, on those Sabbaths when we
remained at home, was to spend his time in instructing his children, or
the neighboring servants, out of a New Testament, sent him from
Fredericksburg by one of his older sons. I fancy I can see him now,
sitting under his bush arbor, reading that precious book to many
attentive hearers around him.
Such was the esteem I had for my pious father, that I have kept that
blessed book ever since his death, for his sake; and it was the first New
Testament I read, after I felt the pardoning love of God in my soul.
My father died, August 20, 1826, aged 60 years. My mother, Jane
Davis, at the death