Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-10-27

est alone that you have been delivered |
cold and famine, want and nakedness,
= wild beasts to devour, and darkness to
lismay these have becn around your
lreury path, but He that was with you,
vas mightier than ull that were aguinst
you: and you are returned living man
% tell the wondrous tale. Let US praise
he Lord, my friends, for his goodness,
and his wonderful works 10 the children
ofinen. We all knel: down aud joined
in the brief but fervent prayer that fol-
lowed. The strangers heartfelt sigh of
sympathy mingled with the PASTORS pious
prisons, with the feeble accents OF de-
crepitude, the lips Of wondering child.
hood, and the deep, unuiterable gratit-
ude Of wife and mothers heart!
For much high wrought emotion pray
er is the only adequate channel. They
found vent to it, and were Gained and
subducd to the level Of ordinary inter-
course. The minister kindly addressed
jamie, and drew forth, by his judicious
questions, the leading features Of that
marvellous history Of pcrils and priva-
tions, endured by the crew Of Green
land ship detained winter on the ice,
with which all are now familiar, but OF
which Parry or Franklin can perhaps
alone appreciate the horrors. They
were related with simplicity that did
thom ample justice.
Il never despaired, Sir said the
hardy Scotsman; 'we were young and
stout. Providence, aye when at the
warst, did US some guide turn, and this
kept up our hearts. We had mostly a
wives or mithers at hame, and kent that
prayers wadna be wanting for our safety
and little as men may think O. them on
land, or even at sea on prosperous
voyage-a winter ut the Pole makes
prayers precious. We had little to do
bat sleep; and oh, the nights were lang.
| was aye a great dreamer; and ye
mauny be angry, Sir, Ito the ministcr)
the seeing Annie and the baiins amaist
ilka time lay down, and aye Draw and
buskit, did mair to keep up my hopes
than a the rest. never could see wee
Jamie, tho',' said he, smiling land kissing
the child on his knee; l saw a cradle
weel enough; but the face O. bit creature
int l never could maxi out, and it vexed
me; for whilcs l thought my babe was
dead, and whiles feared had never been
born; but God be praised he's here, and
no that unlike myself, neither
'Anniep said the minister, gently loos-
ing her renewed grasp Of Jamie's hand.
you are forgetting your duty us gude-
wife-wc maun drink 10 Jamie's health
and happiness ere we go-we'll steal Il
glass or two out Of old Andrews cordial
bottle; drop ofthis days Joy will be
better to him than il a.
'Atweei, that's truc,' said the old ia
ther, with distinctness Of uttcrance and
and acuteness Of hearing, he had not
manifested for many months. Tho bot
tie was brought, the health Of the day
went round; shook the weather beaten
sailor warmly by the hands, and begging
leave to come and hear more OF his story
at filter season, followed the minister
to the door.
Andrew said he, giving the little pa
tient equerry a bright new sixpence,
tell your daddy l gave you this for
being a dutiful son to your mother when
he was at the sea- The chiId's eye
glistened as no ran in to execute the
welcome command and we rode off, our
hearts too full for much communication.
The day was advancing. These two
scenes had encroached deeply on the
privileged hours for visiting, and the
minister, partly to turn the accounts Of
our thoughts into less agitating ctan-
mel, partly to balance the delights Of the
last hour with their due counterpoise Of
alloy, suggested the propriety Of going
next to call at the house Of his patron,
the laird Of the parish, the visit Of duty
and ceremony which his late return, and
domestice affection in tho family req
dered indispensable. There were rea-
sons which made my going equally prop
er aud disagreeable; and formal calls
being among the many evils which are
lightened by participation, / gladly avail
ed myself of the shelter Of the minister's
name and company.
Mr.. Morrison, Of Castle Morrison, was
one Of those spoiled children Of fortune,
whom in her cruel kindness she renders
miserable. He had never known con-
tradiction, and straw across his path
made him chafe like a resisted torrent;
he had never known sorrow, and was,
consequently, but half acquainted with
Joy; he was a stranger to compassion,
and, consequently, himself an object Of
pity to all who could allow for the force
Of early education in soaring and hard
ening the human heart. Ho had, as a
boy, made his mother trembIe; it is lit