American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-06-17

their little ones, and neighbors from far and
near, came to bid him farewell, and give their
parting blessing. The good mother was busy
to the last storing away some little comfort III
his sea-box, Nors, with the big tears in her
eyes, repeated, fer the thousandth time, "And
Jimmy, marOu'r:sen, (3) if you grow grand
there in the ne9' country, you'll not he after
forgetting me- You ,rN send for your own
Nora soon?
Forget gcitm exclaimed James, while he
pressed her warmly to his bosom: "When the
blessed sun fargets to rise over the green earth,
may be III fcrget you, mauOur1ecn dIeettM y" ~
Amid of repeated words of love and bless
ing, he Geed from them. 7 heir mutua! sOr-
row was little sottencd by distant visions of
final reenion OF them all in America. But
there wac fearful uncertainty about this The
big sea might swallow HIM up, he might sick
en- and die among strangers, OF bad examples
might lead him into evil paths verse than
death.
Tie this last suggestion, made by ar elder sis
ter, Nora replied with indignant oaruestncss.
Lied into evil coorSes ndade!n she exclaimed;
Shame be on you for spanking that same! and he
| theGecentest and best behaved boy in all the
coUnty Longiord. You don't know the heart
of him as do, or you'd never he after spanking
of him in that fashion. It's shame ON you,
AID dade it is. But och, ,cufrah dteILish, (5)
lot him not sicken and die there in the strange
| country, and the sister not there to do for him"
End overcome by the picture her own mag
nation had drawn, she burst into passionate
Good of tears.
In few weeks, came a bricf letter from
James, written on board the ship in which he
sailed from Dublin. About seven months la
ter, came a letter, dated New York, saying he
had obtained work at good wages, and, by
Gods blessing, should soon be enabled TO send
for his dear sister. He added hin. that one of
these days, when he had house Of his own,
perhaps the father and mother would be after
coming over. Proud were they IN the Irish
cabin, when this letter was read aloud to all
who came to inquire after the young emigrant.
All his old croues answered. '"Ihroth, and
he II do we'll any where. He was always a da-
cent clane, spirited boy, rs there was widin u
great ways of him. Divil man in the ten pa
rishes could dance the Baltihore;n Jig wild him,
any how"
Time passed On, and no other letter came
from James Month after month, poor Nora
watched with feverlsh anxiety TO catch sight of
her father when he retarned from the distant
post Office; for he promised if he found a letter,
to wave his hand high above his head, as soon
as he came TO the top of the hill fronting the
house. But ne letter came; and at last Nora
fully believed that her darling brother was
dead. After writing again and again, and re-
ceivlng no answer, she at last wrote to the son
Of neighbor, who had emigrated to America,
and begged of him, for the love of heaven, to
ascertain whether James was dead or alive and
send them word as soon as possible. The Irish
man to whom this urgent epst.e was addressed,
was at work en- distant railroad and had no
&c. / Al la
Nora received no answer to, her anxious inqui-
ries, for more than Z year and half after they
were written. At last there came a crum
bled square Of soilea paper, containing these
words
"Dear Frtads'-Rlack and hevy is my hart
for the news have to tell you. James is in
prison, concearnin bit Of parer, that he pass
ed for money. Sor:a a one Of the MAJORS but
will be lettin down the tears when they hear of
the same. | don't know the rights of the case;
! but | will never believe that he was boy to
disgrace an honest family. Perhaps some other
mans sin is upon hiEl. 1t may be some COM
fort for you to know that his time will be out
in year and half, any how. have no.
seen James sense come to Amerky; but
hecrn tell of what have writ. The blessed
Mother of Heaven keep your harts from sinkin
down with this hevy sorrow. Your frInd and
nabor. Nike MURPHY"
Deep indeed vas the grief in that poor and
honest family, when these sad tidngs were
read. Poor Nora buried her face in her hands,
and sobbed aloud. The old mother rocked vio-
lently TO and fro, with her apron at her eyes;
and the father, though he tried hard to conceal
his emotion, could not restrain the big tears
from rolling down bis weather beaten face
''Och, wo is the day." said he, ''that ever we
= Lat lad and
4 belonging to family that never did dishon-
! est action. And sure all harts were upon him,
and we all so proud out Of him."
"Father," said the weeping Nora, 81 know
the hart Of him better nor any OF you does,
and know he never had intinton to do any
thing that would bring to the blush the mother
that bore him, and the sister that slept iii his
arms, when we were both weeny things. Pll
60 TO Ameriky, and find out all about it, and
write you word.'
You go to Ameriky'' exclaimed her mo-
ther. "Sure you're crazed with the big grief
that'e upon you, colleen maetree, (6) or you'd
nivar spake thin words.''
! "And wouldn't he follow me to the ends of
the earth if the black trouble was on meg re-
piled Nora, with passionate earnestness.-
HThere was always kindness in him for all hu-
man crathurs; but he loved me better nor all
the world. Never one had bad word agn
him, but nobody knew the heart of him
as did. Proud was out of him, and lone
some in my heart without him. And is it
| will lave him alone wild his trouble? Troth,
not if there was ten oceans atween us.''
This vehemence subsidized after awhile, and
they talked more calmly of how they should
hide their disgrace from the neighborhood -
That their hearts were sad they could not con-
ceal Day after day their frugal meals were
removed almost untasted, and every one step
ped about silently as after funeral. The very
COWS came slowly and dsconsolately as if they
heard grief in the voice of their young mis-
tress, when she called them to be MIXED. And
the good old mother no longer crooned at her