FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   578   579   580   581   582   583   584   585   586   587   588   589   590   591   592   593   594   595   596   597   598   599   600   601   602  
603   604   605   606   607   608   609   610   611   612   613   614   615   616   617   618   619   620   621   622   623   624   625   626   627   >>   >|  
carried to it from our steerage passengers. You know that these are always poor people, who are often barely supplied themselves with necessaries for their voyage. The poor are almost invariably kind and compassionate to one another, and Gaffer Gray is half right when he says-- "The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel one morsel will give." They (the men from the brig) gave us news from Halifax, where they had put in. The cholera had been in Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and New York; the latter town was almost deserted, and the people flying in numbers from the others. This was rather bad news to us, who were going thither to find audiences (if possible not few, whether fit or not), but it was awful to such as were going back to their homes and families. I looked at the anxious faces gathered round our informer, and thought how the poor hearts were flying, in terrible anticipation of the worst, to the nests where they had left their dear ones, and eagerly counting every precious head in the homes over which so black a cloud of doom had gathered in their absence.... My father, though a bad sailor, and suffering occasionally a good deal, has, upon the whole, borne the voyage well. Poor dear Dall has been the greatest wretch on board; she has been perfectly miserable the whole time. It has made me very unhappy, for she has come away from those she loves very dearly on my account, and I cannot but feel sad to see that most excellent creature now, in what should be the quiet time of her life, leaving home and all its accustomed ways, habits, and comforts, and dear A----, who is her darling, to come wandering to the ends of the earth after me.... These distant and prolonged separations seem like foretastes of death.... We have seen an American sun, and an American moon, and American stars, and we think they "get up these things better than we do." We have had several fresh squalls, and one heavy gale; we have shipped sundry seas; we have had rat-hunting and harpooning of porpoises; we have caught several hake and dogfish. NEW YORK, AMERICA, Wednesday, September 5, 1832. Here we really are, and perhaps you, who are not here, will believe it more readily than I who am, and to w
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   578   579   580   581   582   583   584   585   586   587   588   589   590   591   592   593   594   595   596   597   598   599   600   601   602  
603   604   605   606   607   608   609   610   611   612   613   614   615   616   617   618   619   620   621   622   623   624   625   626   627   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
American
 

morsel

 

gathered

 

flying

 
people
 
voyage
 

comforts

 

habits

 

readily

 

leaving


accustomed

 

unhappy

 

miserable

 

wretch

 

perfectly

 

dearly

 

creature

 

excellent

 

account

 

shipped


sundry

 

squalls

 

hunting

 

AMERICA

 

Wednesday

 
September
 
dogfish
 

harpooning

 

porpoises

 

caught


things

 

prolonged

 

separations

 

foretastes

 

distant

 

wandering

 

greatest

 

darling

 

Halifax

 

cholera


Boston
 

Philadelphia

 
numbers
 
thither
 

deserted

 

Baltimore

 

barely

 

supplied

 

carried

 

steerage