The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1830-12-22
From Acksrman's J,sreniIs Forget Ms-Nss.
THE ORPHAN CoTTAGER.
M MARY HowIrr.


From Ack4man's JaueniIs Forget Me-Nst
THE ORPHAN COTTAGER.
sV MARY HowIrT.
They sat upon the green hillside,
Sweet Alice Fleming and her brother;
Now tell me, Alice, /" said the youth,
q And tell me in sincerest TRUTH
Thy thoughts thou may'st no. smother
Wherefore should not 90 to seat
Dost fear that evil will befall-
Dost think surely must be drown'd,
Or that our ship will run aground,
And-each wind blow a squall
"Dear Alice, be not faint of heart,
Thou need'st not have a fear for me
Iknow we're orphans-but despite
Our lonely let, in Gods good sight,
I'll be father unto thee
Z" Cheer up. cheer up the ship is Stout
A sturdy ship and beautiful
/ know the crew, all brave and kind
AS e'er spread canvass to the wind
IT'S" the Adventure, , bound from Hull,
" A whaler, to the Northern Seas;
And think what JOY to meet again.
Dear Alice, when we next sit here,
Thoult laugh at every idle fear
Thoult know all fear is idle then.
"Three voyages PHI only take
AS poor ship-boy- thou shalt see
So well the seaman's craft I'll learn,
mat mol a man from stem TO stern
But shall be proud of me
~Ay, Alice, and some time or other,
I'll have ship-nay, it is true.
Though thou may'st smile; and for thy sake
III call it by thy name, and make
fortune for us two"
The boy went to the sea, and Alice
In sweet dale, by Simmer Water,
Where dwelt her parents there dwelt she
with poor peasants family,
And was among them as a daughter.
Each day she did her household part,
Singing ike some light-hearted bird,
s0r sat upon the lonely fells
Whole days among the heather bells,
Keeping the PEASANTS little herd.
Poor Alice. she was kind and good;
Yet oft upon the mountain lone
Her heart was sad, and 'mong the sheep,
When no eye saw her, she would weep
For many sorrows of own.
Sweet maiden--and she yet must weep
Her brother meantime far away
Sailed in that ship so beautiful,
That lay within the port of Hull,
Beyond the farther northern bay.
The voyage was good, his heart was light =
lie loved the sea,-and now once more
He sailed upon another trip,
With the same captain, the same ship,
In the glad spring for Elsinore.
Again, unto the Bothnian Gulf
But twas voyage of wreck and sorrow
The captain died upon the shore
Where he was cast and twenty more
Were left upon the rocks of Snorro.
The boy was picked up by boat
Belonging to a Danish ship;
And as they touched at Riga Bay
They left him therefor what could they
Do with sick boy on the deepl
And there within an hospital,
FepeFed he Law and worn and weak
Bowed with great pain, a stranger lad,
Who not a friend to sooth him had
And not word Of Russ could speak.
And mid that solitude and pain
He begged some paper, and he wrote
To Alice; twas a letter long
But then be used his native tongue,
And every sorrow he poured out.
Poor Alice did she weep ?-ah yes,
She wept, indeed, one live-long day;
But then her heart was strong and true,
And calmly thus she spake: g too
Will sail for Riga Bay"
To that wild place" the people said,
Where none can English understandi
o. go not there-depend upon't
He's dead ere now-he does not want
Your aid-why leave your native land n
Twas vain-each word they spake was vain,
She took with her the little store
Left at her fathers dying day
And for the Baltic sailed away
Such stedfast love that maiden bore.
IL this the boy, SO stout and bold,
That on the green Hill sat with herf
= this the brother, blithe Of cheer,
The careless heart without fear
Is this the joyful mariner1
The same--for in that hospital
There is no English boy but he
The same, the very same, none other,
Sweet Alice Fleming, than thy BROTHER
And well be knoweth thee
Ay, though the boy, with suffering bowed,
Was changed indeed, and feeble grown.
Better to him than oil and wine,
Better BY far than doctors nine,
was his kind sisters charming tone.
and soon twas told through Riga town
What love an English sister bore
Her brother-how she left her home
Among the mountains, and had come
TO tend him on this distant Shore
And she, maiden scarce sixteenl
Twas sweet tale Of tenderness,
That all were happy to repeat;
The women, passing in the street,
Spoke Of it, and they spoke to bless
So did the merchants on the QUAY
So did all people, old and young;
And when into the street she went,
Alllooked kindly sentiment
And blessed her in their Russian tongue.
But now the youth grew strong and stout.
And as he for the sea was bent.
And ne'er in toll or danger quailed
So, light Of heart and proud, he sailed,
Mate Of ship from Riga sent.
It's owner was Paul Carlowitz,
A merchant, and Of Russian BIRTH
As rich as Crnsus; and this same.
Despite his ships. and wealth, and name,
For Of an ancint line be came,
Loved Alice Fleming for her worth.
He was no merchant old and gruff
Sitting mid money-bags in State,
Not he,-a handsome man and kind
As you in any land could find,
Or choose for any maiden's mate.
And if you sail to Riga town,
You'll find it true, upon my life:
And any child will shew you where
Lives Carlowitz who took the fair
Poor English maiden for bis wife.