The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1845-10-30
For the Voice Of Freedom.
The Communication.

1uO OVLuu uulCuCUl'
A letter sori!ten By young SOu:herne'
aOhilst sojourning in Brandon, to hi
friend IN the South.
Mr. EDITOR :-Having been solicie
BY some of the citizens of Brandon TO ham
you this letter for the press, submit it t.
you, for publication. Notwithstanding
was written by young and inexperienced
pen, eonfide in the hope, that it will in
terest many Of your patrons.
BRANDON, RUTLAND Co. Vr. }
October the 9Th l845.
Dear Friend: In fulfilmen, of my
promise. avail the present privilege, and
ifmy pen fails not TO spit forth freely her
black saliva, shall give you narration Of
my recent experience, the very many oc.
currences, transpirations and impressions
that have taken place, and have been made
upon me, since | left my very much be-
loved home.
Saturday, July l2M. bid adicu to
sweet old AbbeviIe, the place Of my ma
liyity. not knowing whether should ever
return. The severiog Of those ties, which
sweelly bound me to my native residence,
was indeed painful. l took my unhappy
exit leaving behind me my lovely Mother
and others, who were as dear to me, as
even the rudy drops that warm my breast.
Father accompanied me as far as AIKEN.
That was soothing to my disconsoa,e
spirits. We having started and lost sight
Of home, felt as if my heart was in the
extreme upper part of my thorax. We
passed on, threw our neighbors' house on
our rear. | have, in my life, been happy
when every thing that surrounded me, ap,
reared joyful and pleasant, bu. at that time
all was dropping apparently in desponden-
cv. When we had travelled distance OF
abou. sixteen miles. massey heads of dark,
thick. curley clouds began TO rise, showers
Of rain descended mildly for a while, they
increased, fell more bountifu'ly and more
necessarily. We still pursued our jour
ney, while feculent torrents would mur>
muir at our sides and trickle insulingly
sc,oss the road. Indeed it was a great
blessing, for it had been nearly four months
since the heavens had shed a tear to mois-
ten that section of The country. All OF the
productions of that parched land, seemed
10 be wilhering, even The rustic trees were
dying for the want Of rain. Stock was
suffering. Many places, where stream.
OF water once flowed, had become dry
place.. But those dense clouds, which
promised US, from their appearance, to
feed our dried bikes and imrregnate our
waters. SO that the miller nigh, again sup.
ply the wants of his eighbors, soon be-
came rareied and was dispersed by The
gentle breezes. The showers ceased the
Gun peeped from beneath the gloomy veil
OF the dark mis-! in the heavens, dispelled
the darkness and cast its 2littering rays
upon the walered, refreshed and lively
grove, which, butt few minutes previous,
wos fast fading. The rain was received
with joyful and welcome reception by
every thing. Il created universal jubi>
lee among the inferior animals; even the
meets lei, their harhors with apparent de.
light, came out 10 bask ir the mild rays
OF the sun the birds fit from bough to
bough warbling their finest notes the
flock. with bleaiug accents, hailed the
welcome blessing the valleys rung with
rural music the hills echoed the artless
strains; every thing exulted in its cheer
ing influence. All that had breath, and
was vocal, joined the general choir: veal
"lhe little hills would clap their hands,
aud the luxuriant valleys laughed and
sung" This banished from me all of
my dejectedness. We could but be touch
ed with lively sensations of pleasure, and
could not forbear catching the general Joy.
We had thrown but few miles behind US,
when, 10 our lamenta;ion, we discovered
il had been parIial shower.
We now entered EdgefeId District
The sky had become serene the sun shone
vehemently thirsty and hungry, We drove
on a few more miles, came to a fine man
sion situated in delightful grove, cool
and romantic ; in the yard of which there