The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-01-29

qucathcd to his father to dispose Of as he
liked. The captain left the room, and nc
said, looking earnestly up into my face:
"Wrie to my mother, when am dead, aud
tell her that every body was kind to me, and
that ! had every attention" and tell her
how tender and thoughtful was this wish
of his to save his mothers heart from pain!
that ! did not fear death. Tell Meggy that
] love her in death; you should see her, she
has such soft, meek eyes, and lcr hair curlS
so beautifully about her fair forehead. Poor
Ncogv! And there is one of whom
| have not spoken. Mary ---: was en-.
gagged to her-civc her my best ring, and
tell her that hope to meet her in heaven"
Becoming exhausted, left HIM, for short
time When ] came back. lie said, II wish
once more to sec tho ocean, in whose depths
my grave will soon be made; let nc gaze
on it once more" Alas, he was too weak,
too weak to be raised upon deck; poor lel.
low And then he wished bucket of sea
water brought 10 him. His eyes were suf
fused with a smile when he saw it. lie put
his hand in it and balhed his forehead, say
ing, | could hardly tell whether sadly or
joyous!y: "Soon shall my body be in the
dark blue sea- There was something mag.
nfccut in that self baptism Of fhis--that fear
lcssncss was 50 triumphant over death.
All the day the wind had been increasing
in strength, aud al night it blew hurricane.
Towards midnight the sea became triehlful
tho waves dancing over US amidslips, or
striking our side sounding like heavy thun-
der. Many of the passengers wele fright
encd, nearly ALL They were up, and, when
the captain came down into the cabin. they
gathered about him, with apxious eyes and
earnest questions. was up all night with
the dying onc-some of the time holding
in his birth; a part Of lhe time he lay in my
arms. He was perfectly cain and his fear
lcssncss was rcbuke to those who were pale
with fright from the storm. At day-brcak
it had reached its hcie!!:.tt; at daylight III III
poor young man said: II thank you all for
;;our kindness 10 me-lareweIl torcverp and
died.
The storm went suddenly down, and the
next morning there was perfect calm and
the canvas was idly Tapping in the the air:
The sun sIlonc calmly upon the beautiful
sca--thc air was balmly, like that Of the
South; but we were all sad, for we were to
sec what few of us had ever seen beiorc-a
sea burial. will not describe the ccremo-
ny, for ab!er pens than mine have done 50.
! will say nothing Of the little band that sad
" stood at tho gangway, and saw tho corpse
stretched upon the death plank; OF The hor-
rid plunge Of the body into the mysterious
ocean: nothing. Ill that gentle day, little.
parties were clustered together, talking a.
bout the poor young man. All Of us were
sad.
Whcn Tie evening came on, and the luEI
moon shone upon Us. with lustrous purity, !
went ont upon the quarterback, and unused
long upon the young man, his English home.
and those who dwelt there. His mother
perhaps. was PRAYING at that moment, a sale
S,jnnrn in the New World, and happy, o I.
how happy! return; but the sea was his mo-
thcr now, poor woman HIS dear Mccoy,
''wilh Der hair curling beautifully about her
brow" lay, at that moment, perhaps kissing
him in her dreams. Dream on Nlcggy too
soon will yol wake to the stern agonies OF
life! Then thought Of the time when cv-
cry post would be eagerly watched by those
a, hume, for they expected letter from Inn.
Aud letter does come, with fnrel on post
mark, bu, in a strange hand. Tic father
grows pale. rs he looks at it: the mother,
watching his couUIcnancc, anXlously asks
why'he is pale. E!c hands the letter To her.
and she covers mp her face and shnddcrs.
IHcy darc nat 0pcn It. The brother docs,
and rcads--,he letter that wrote TO them.
Shivercd, in a moment, arc all their beau
llIuI hopes, and they weep in anguish: and
Mcggy she is out among the flowers play
ing, they have not told herl the brother goes
to her aud SAYS: Come to INC, Maggy;" the
Girl runs to him and burst into tears: he
cannot tell her what hc wishes. lie grows
stronger, and tells her that her brother is
dead, and buried IN the blue ocean, and will
never, never come back!' She asks sad.
", twill he never, never come back!" Ne
vcr Mcggy:" and tho beautiful child cries as
if its heart would break; but The lark ocean
will not heed its cries nor its mothers but
hugs him as trophy in its embrace.
A KIND FRIESp.- There is something
peculiarly gratifying in the lhonght, tn Il
there is one who loves uS-who makes our
interest his own. When the hand of sick
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