Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-10-31

RErom our Evening Edition Of yesterday
The HOme.


The Home.
be following lines suggested themselves, reading
" graphis accounts OF the melancholy loss OF the alb
,rtunate vessel They the service Of the Even
sld
The steamis up; we must on shore
The word is pass'd 70 let her 90,
Good bye, good bye; one kiss, no more;
The best OF friends must part, you know.
Then fear not, tho upon the sea,
IL is your fate awhile TO roam;
The time will pass most pleasantly,
For all on board will be al home.
Man shakes his fellow by the hand;
Young beauty sheds the silent tear;
Away! away she leaves the strand,
Think you, that there cause ior rear.
The handkerchief Is waived ON high
A last farewell! and all alone
The gallant steamer seems 10 ny,
Bearing our irienas 10 distant nome.
She l,aves the bsy-the narrows pass
And oults the fatal Romsr sboal;
Ronnds sandy Hook, where the waves lash
Her now with toam-where breakers roll
And now, upon Atantics breast,
She plous lbs old oceans depths unknown
All doubt and fear is huslfd 10 rest,
For pleasure relgns ca board the Home
Night comes, and hush'd in soft repose,
Beauty and youth, UNCONSCIOUS sleep;
The sick and weary lose their woes
And they who sorrow, cease to weep.
Youth dreams OF love and future bliss,
But waking, finds himself aone;
And stead of true loves burning kiss,
Remembers he is tar from home
But who can tell mans cheques'd fate;
To day bright hope 10 morrow GLOOM
The rich may lose their high estate,
The lowly find quiet tomb.
But they dare The dark blue wave,
The oceans surge, the breakers foam,
May hear the storm and tempest rave,
And perish far away from nome.
The clouds OF darkness pass away,
And usher in the Sabbath morn,
I'M not for rest, il seems TO say,
Prepare We for the coming Storm
The freshening breeze now blows gaze,
Her want OF strength is fully shown,
Those light proportions are 100 frau,
Rough weather suits not peaceiui home.
The seamen note with cautious eye
A rising in her stern and bow
Three feet, It's said-can she keep dry,
To strain so hard and labor 50
Was not the captain somewhat rash,
III such a circumstance was known,
To run fer Hatteras, when the Swash
Was near, where he might save the home-
Time passes Ga. The gallant bark
Breasts manfully the mountain wave
Then sinks into The trough but bark
That cry would scare the truly brave
A leak a lea X is sprung below
Too soon the dire event is known;
The pumps are manned, but only show
That labor cannot save the Home
Life. thou arr sweet the meanest slave
That breathes the vital breath of heaven,
Will strive his weary lie TO save,
Although his heart be sorrow rven
How then must they have felt the blow,
The most OF whom had always known
Joy almost to overflow
The comforts oil q happy home.
The leak increases faster still,
The wafer stays the engines power,
She settles deeper, soon must hi
And canBot weather II an hour.
God. what scene was here dispayd;
CRIES that might turn a heat OF stoEei
Not such as comes from hope delay'd,
For hope had left the joyIcss Home.
The mother clinging to her child,
A daughter 10 her fathers knee,
where she had often sat and smiled,
Anu pratlled in her childish Plee-
THAI father wrapt in misery
His eye upturad TO heavens high throne
Forgetting, In his agony,
That all ne loves IS In the Home
Age, sex and kindred all forgot;
very chaos oil the mind
As though the wit was ov9rshof,
And anguish made the senses blind
ALI bore the impress oil despair
The piercing shrek. the horrid groan
Some raved, whilst Others tore their hair,
And cursed the day they saw the Home.
And now the shore is near at hand
She strikes-and reels beneath the blow;
Entlrely lost to all command,
Each terrible convulsive throe
Shakes every portiou OF her frame;
Al every sea her timbers groan-
Oh God can there be greater pain
Than the las hour on board the Home
Beneath the bulwark, crcuching, lay
A woman, with her infant child;
The surpes cover her with spray,
Her sbrieks resound In accents Wild
She strains her darling to I er breast
The breakers come-she stands alone
Nv child my child oh, guess the rest
She plunged, and left the wretched Home.
A family OF six were there
A father, mother, sisters, son;
They sat in mute but sad despair,
Like statues, turned To seuseless stone.
Al times, an agonizing cry
stifed SODA piercing moan
Gave token life still hover'esy,
Though death was busy In the Home.
A usonstrous wave has DER them leapt
Where are they now The besterous seq
Alone can tell-ior II hath swept
The who.e beneath the vessels lee
Their gurgllag cry of agony
Their outs,reached hands arc seen alone
Thxy We passed into eternity,
With those who persisted in the Home.
Breaker on breaker strikes the hoai
TIL scarce avestige can be seen
Some ceave the wave with sturd: stroke,
Others keep death and them between,
nv holding on what comes 10 hand.
Urged through The surf and boiling foam,
Two ladies safely reach the land
The ocean found the rest home.
Mixed with the fragments cast ashore
wreck Of human lite seen
Some bodies still the dark waves bore,
Drifting towards the shore, between
Pieces OF timber others lay
Cold and inanimate as stone
The sad survivors bent their way
To find temporary home. ARROW
From Washington.
IFrsn our Correspondent MoiUe-No LvIIL1
WASHINGTON, Oct Goth, 1897.
the arrival and sojourn Of the sevei
Is Of Indians l have mentioned, in this city, ha
ted good deal OF interest in the public mind,
> thought that il might not be amiss TO give you