The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1828-01-31

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"For a moment remained standing at a
hort distance to contemplate this scene, and
ii was with feeling Of bitterness which |
have seldom experienced. This poor Crea-
lures frame was reduced to that Of skeIe-
tOn--his eyes were deep and haggard-but
there was in them an expression Ofresigna-
ton and hope, which was irresistably touch
ing. His companions, anxious to do some
thing for him whom they all loved, had pla-
ced dried ig in his hand-he he'd tasted it,
bat had suffered it to drop by his side almost
untouched; being apparently deeply engaged
in his earnest and untring gaze upon thestill
distant shores Of New. ork, which we were
rapidly approaching. Presently his eyes be-
came moistened-a tear gathered 10 them,
aud coursed down the deep channels which
the ravages Of disease had implanted on his
face. This was the first tear l had ever seen
him shed--but in the darkness Of the night,
and unseen by all save by the eye Of Him
who seeth all things. there is no doubt but
that these oblations Of an lnburthened spirit
were freely offered. Sud- gentleness, such
tenderness, such exemplary conduct, must
have paid its tribute Of te%s-for these are
the natural hGWings of such heavenly feelings.
What thought could now belpassing through
the breast of this afflicted Individual. to call
forth this silent. but eloquent expression OF
wounded. ofheart-stricken emDtions ? Could
he be thinking Of hohe-of his wife-his
childreh-and all the endearing bonds which
are thrown around us to bind us more strong
ly to the things ofearth? Could he be think
ing of those distant houses.inhabited by every
variety of living mortaB, among whom he
was soon no longer to bt numbered; or did
his chaste and holy spirit melt in the over
flowing tenderness Of philanthropy. while re.
garding his brother sailors, with whom he
had now probably sailed pn his last voyage
gently approached, seated myself at his side
and took his cold and emaciated hand within
| mine. #
!" William, am happy to see you once
more upon the deck--this elondless sky and
refreshing breeze will do you much good
and Wonder is the beautiful city Of New York,
our beloved home, and the home of our
! friends: cannot you see the houses, and church
steepIes, and the Gag Of Castle Garden-wt
will soon be there. and then your health will
drew his eyes from the Ebnteffbiatialii 6P i fPt
city. and fixed them upon mine; CLEAN a
pleasure lighted Up his pale visage for mo.
| ment, but it quickly disappeared. and was sue
| ceeded ny melancholy &wishful expression
of hope mingled wsh dependency. Thank
you, thank you. Mr.. --, NV kind mv
tender, my aifecti.nate friend You have act
ed a noble and disInterested part-you have
forgotten, or disregarded the pride of your
station, and have condescended to assist the
wants, and share the troubles ola poor :. sick
sailor" Heaven viii reward you for it--and
II the prayers Of "a poor sinful unw 81 thy worm
OF the dust, like myself, are heard 10 yondpr
bright aud pure legions of eternal love and
mercy lpointing u the expanding arch ofthe
sky. which threw lits azure canopy over us. J
mine shall he answered by blessings ON your
head. My dear, my disinterested friend, the
poor sailor has Iothins to offer but thanks
but these are asIiervent and sincere as ever
fell from the lips of man. For your sympa-
thy IN my suiieiings, am grateful; but oh
do not seek to delnde me by hopes and ex-
pectatiOns that can never be realized. feel
that my mortal pilgrimage is drawing to 4
close : and although the spires ofyonder love
y city are distinctly visible, | shall never
reach them alive. do not fear to die--I am
sinner, rebelliOus worm of the dust: |
have done many evil Deeds and have neglec-
ted tnd do many things which ought to have
performed: but frail and weak is erring and
deiuded mortality. For these acts of com
mission and omission. hope have repented
land through the merits oftheSprecious and
atonlng blood n" the lamb Of God which ia
Keith away the sins of the world. \ | trust, hum
bly, trust. that shall be enabled to reach that
blessed land where .saints immortal reign
that "house not made with hands, eternal
in the heavens" One thing alone connec-
ted with the heeting scenes of time, weighs
down my spiritin this trying hour of dark 50
and death. My poor wife and helpless babe
what will become of them? My Susan
my children!" &
The poor sailor was now OvercOme--his
feelings were over rOught. and string had
been touched, the vibrations of which res
ponded into the innerm0st shrine" of ten.
der and affectiOnate, but almost broken heart.
He was overcome BY his emotions, aud hid
his face in his hands and wept bitterly. For
myself, my own feelings were scarcely more
ralm than his, and my tongue was chained
into silence hv tho AZ b;h;t;on az ha ..,.. -: -