The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-05-07
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i Ibe lots Of home and country is alwayl
Istr0ng but nowhere is it stronger than in the
warm eart which beats beneath the coarse gray
frook D the Irish peasant. He loves the greer
land q bis birth, euFsed though it is with beg
Igary aqd starvationj and stern iH the necessity
which Drives him forth to seek home amonG
Istrangebl | never look on one Of these poor
ldespisel, degraded sons Of Erin, but my heart
warns towards him, and think Of one Whose
sad and early fate deserves q brief memorial.
i JAMES Moreen was born in the north Of Ire
land, b one Of those miserable districts where
hunger and nakedness seem the only inherit
anceof the children Of the soil--where the priest
and tho landlord step in to divide what should
be the reward Of honest industry; and thoae who
have earned their bread With the sweat Of their
brows, are left to perish for want. The home Of
his childhood was hOVel-a miserable hoVel,
without floOr--the crazy ruinous walls, and
the Wondering roof Of thatch, were frail pro-
lection against the winter winds and summer
rains, and yet, with all its squalid poverty, he
loved u, TOR love was there-a blessing often
times denied the place. His mother had been
fair in girlhoOd-very fair-and though the
bloom had forsaken her cheek before James could
remembef her, there was still melting tender
ness in her soft blue eye, and loving smile on
her lip, which seemed to illumine the naked,
dripping walls when the Wintry storm beat in
upon them. And there were days of summer
sunshine --blessings indeed to the poor-when
the wreathing vine, hid the rough exterior Of the
cottage, and the wild flowers grew about the
door, sweet and beautiful as if planted in pal
ace garden. Thank Heaven there are some
things which the rich and proud cannot mon.
opohze. The greatest blessing which God con.
fers on man, he has made universal and unali-
enable. The poorest wretch who walks the
earth, may look up to the fair blue sky above
him, and TO the glorious garnitUre Of suns and
systems which adore it, and drink in the mys-
terry and beauty Of the scene as freely as the
4 Monarch on his throne. The zephyr will fan
bis cheek e softly. and fhe flowers, earths fair
eet asa saesltst adoling, will unfold their
halaas iser lis - ~ soBr THAR fraQranes
asatiy sfste s.
S0eh was the home in which James Moreen
grewup to manhood. Though fortune had been
niggardly, nature was prOdigal in her gifts to
himsa and many purse-prOud aristocrat would
have gladly exchanged his gold for the manly
form and handsome face Of the poor peasant
But this fair exterior was not his highest en-
doVment. He possessed not only the lively and
irrebressable wit which characterizes his nation,
butIa noble, generous heart. The curse Of
drunkenness and sensuality was all around, but
lit fell not on him. The sweet influence of his
mothers smiles kept him from degradation.
Mary 0'Brian was a neighbor's daughter
They had grown up together, and as they met
dat after day, it was not strange that mutual
affection sprang up between them; and when
MArys father and mother died, leaving her
hOheless and friendless, he offered her all he
possessed, an honest heart, strong hand, and a
! home under the poor roof which sheltered him.
Hitherto James had borne his lot with seeming
indifference. He had labOred hard all day, and
returned at night to supper OF oatmeal Cruel,
! and couch Of straw Withouta murmur. But
since bis marriage, change had come over him,
: Ia restless desire to better his condition had
, taken possession Of his soul. He had heard
: Of America, that blessed land, where the hand
/ Of industry could earn bread enough and to
spare. lie reVolved it day and night. At even
y ing when his work was done, he would turn
away from the scanty and tasteless meal which
rewarded his toll, with il-concealed impatience,
; and sit with a clouded brow, gazing on the tot
) tering walls, and reeking, mouldering thatch
which sheltered him.
"What ails ys Jamie7' his mother would
sometimes say "COme cheer up, darling, don Z
Be 50 sober like. God knows we have trouble
enOugh-don't bring gloomy face to add to
; it."
"God knows we have too much sorrow and
want" he would reply. "He never made his
children who till the soil to starve. Why should
you, mother, and Mary, who deserve palace,
/, dwell under such roof as this. God help me
E TO find the land where honest industry is re-
warded, and you shall have bread and better
house to shelter ye."
aDon't speak Of that land, boy-a blessed
3 land though it be--where the poor never know
Z hunger and nakedness. 1t is not for the like
Z Of Us. So be quiet, and don't fret about it,
and look fer abetter land beyond the grave. u
"Hush, mother dear, anddon't be discourage
j ing poor boy with your tearsl Pray Goo
open the way before me, and He who guide
the little birds over the wide waters will b
mindful Of us in time Of need"
While James MOreen was vainly devisint
plans to accomplish his dearest purpose, gen.
tletnan CAME INTO Ahb ueighOOfhOouy ana tOoi
lodging at the little inn. He was born neal
there and thought he had no relatives living il
the place, q recollection Of his early days haC
brought him back to visit the scenes Of his ear,
ly childhood. He took long walks, cOnversinl
freely with the people at their work. The su
perior manlinsss and intelligence Of young Nor
cen soon attracted his attention. and interest
4 ed hia heart. When he learned from the youni
man his wish to emigrate to America, he offereI
him passage In ship Of which he was mas
| ter, which would sail in few days from Dublin
, Ito New York.
This was good fortune beyond his utmos
} hopes and he hastily prepared for his departure
His family must be left behind, not even Mar,
Q could 90; but then they soon expected to NEE
0 again in that land Of freedom and plenty be
Z yond thesea. How sweet was the hope-hoV
bright the imaginings Of that reuniOnI Bu
alas, how falAal A terrikle future was befor
T them, Of which they Little dreamed, \.
s The morning Of separation came, and Will
many tears, and prayers, and blessings III