The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-05-09
DAILY CRESCENT.
I,;rh Pencilinps of New York.

Tug EMIGRANT's ARRIVAL. There's n0thlh
in this world more curious, to person thai i l
for some time, than to the big ships comm i ,ho
the quays full ov men, women, an boys, run , ;,o
ouId counthry There they before you, ING
people born over again, like the chionei IA ',o
wood, wandherin' about not KNOWN WIZ =" ~
or where to go. The dangers, an .n1ods f.aa
sickness of say, are over, ana they ho
once more on dhry land. Al, ,,,,as
T,vent down. the other day. to one ov the Wharves'
20 COO soe of the liners that had just come IN Inc
decks " or crowded wild passengers, some hanoill
down their TRUNKS an boxes an feather beds 10
the carmen, to take EN- TO Inc 1oaru!ii nouses'
others embracin' an shakln' hands Wldh friends
an nabours, whom they knew, formerly, at nome;
More wor biddin' the captain an the sailors good
bye ;" who wor kind to 'em las the case may be- on
the massage In another ner-you might come
across the aged father an mother, locked in the
embrace ov the son or daughter, who came out here
some years ago to seek their fortunes. The boy an
girl by hard, hard labor an industry, saved mo-
ney, which they dubbed together an sent over 10
bring hither, from the poverty an Starvation the
parents who lived in their thoughts by DAY ana
dhrames by night, ever since cruel tate an ne
cessity separated 'em. The aged man, wldh wrln-
killed. cheeks and snowy hair, holds out. at arm
length, his own Jack or Paddy, and looks al num-
widh wonder an delight, an he dhressed 0ut' as
he SEE, in fine Carolina hat an beautilhl pfoao
cloth coat, like any gentleman. An Tue ono.ler
looks at her daughter an with the fond affection
oy bursting heart, hugs her again and again, an
presses her 10 her bosom, as if she would wish to
let her go at all.
Look at that handsome colleen with the ruddy
cheek an brown complexion. The color comes
an goes along her polished forehead, an hope an
doubt an disappointment chase another In the
changes of her dark blue eyes, she looks upon
this Young man an that, without fndin the face
an form she has threazured up in the lnnermost
recesses of her memory. At length an athletic
graceful figure springs along the side ov the noble
shin that bore, in safety, his rich an valuable
freight. His eyes wanders wildly over the nll-
merous forms before him. His breath gels short
an thick. The glow of perspiration battles his
forehead. His heart leaps within him wldh appre-
hension an anxiety. At length the eye, whose
chances he so often dhrank, in the home OF his
infancy an young manhood, into his soul Wldh
extacy, meets his A cry ov joy comes to his lips.
cts she! It's she /! My own-my darln Cauf.
Ieen an is il you have, once. more In my arms :
Thank God thank God - An there, before ME,
before us all, that chap has the impudence to clasp
purity Canthleen in his rough embrace, an she, the
little fool, allows him to make his own OF her =
But why wouldn't she Who has better right .
Is there one thought in his breaet but what God
might smile upon! Didn't he keep the holy pro-
mise he med her by Thubber Gubbinet Didn't he
send her over the goOd he earned by The sweat OF
his brow to pay her passage out to MerIca! wont
they be soon Joined, by the blessed priest, IN the
holy bonds of wedock You needn't be ashamed,
Cauthleen. You needn't bury your head that
way in his shoulder, nor is there any occasion for
them burnn' bushes that's turnin' your cheeks
into a coal ov fire.--N. Y. True San.
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