Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-05-31

s. 'Don'tspeak of that land, boy--a blesss
land lane though it ,be-where the poor neye
know. hunger and nakedness. 1t. is ne
for Inc like OF US. So be quiet, and doa'
fret about it, and look for better land be
| yond the grave : .se7#''f 7df-s7d
/ Hush. mother dear, and don't be dis
couraging q poor boy with your learst-
PflaJysc God open the way before, me, arc
lie, who guides the little birds over lht
wide waters will be mindful Of US in time
Of fneed.'ua - sga-Ez sstt z@>2s}si.a 7,-5
While James Mofeen was vainlv devils
ing plans TO accomplish his dearest spur
pose, gentleman came into the neighbor.
hood, and took lodging at the little inn lie
was born near there, and though he had
no relatives living in the place, arecollec
ton of his early days had brought him
back 10 visit the scenes of his early child.
hood. lie took long walks, conyersing
freely with the people at their work. The
superior n,anliness and intelligence OF
Joung hioreen soon attracted his attention,
and interested his heart. When he learned
from The young man his wish to ea,igrate
10 America, he offered him a passage in a
ship Of which he was master, which would
sail in few days from Dablin 10 New
York. 49, -, :. -, .'s...s-..-..
This was good fortune beyond his utmost
hopes, and he hastily prepared for his de-
Pariure. His family lnus, be lett behind,
not even Mary could go; but then they
soon expected 10 meet again in that land
Of freedom, and plenty beyond the sea-
How sweet was the hope-haw bright the
imaginings Of that reunion! But alas, how
false! A terrible future was before them,
of which they little dreamed, zss) 49,
The morning ofseparation came, and
with many tears, and prayers, and bless
ings, the young man took his farewell of
his humble home, and The dear ones-dear-
er than .ife-Who were TO remain behind.
God keep you, darling, on 1he wids.
walers,', sobbed his mother, sand bless you
in. The land 10 which you go!'g s5 -
And his father exclaimed, the tears
streaming down his furrowed and wealher-
beaten face. God bless and keep you in,
he hollow Of holy hand, and five see.
your face no more-as my heart forbo3es
we never may-He. will give you an en-
france TO His blessed home above!' 3. > .sz
The young wife clung weeping and Sob
oing 10 his bosom till the moment of parts.
nggcame, and when he turned 10 depart,
she sunk, fainting in his mothers arms.
With q hurried step and streaming eyes,,
lanes Moreen turned his feet into the high
road which led TO Dublin. He soon gain.
ID little eminence, from which he could
obtain q last look. Of that poor hovel which
held all that was dearto him on earth. -
he paused, and looking back, threw him
'elf on his knees, and raising MS hands
owards heaven, excaimed:
. thou, who clothest the lilies Of the
ield, and nearest the young ravens when
hey cry-Protect them-and guide me on
ny Way' He arose strengthened by this
simple. act Of devotion and proceeded on
lis way. The spring was just opening ~
Here and there a daisy peeped from the
SOC, ard The birds sung in the eal,less
rees. * Who could have foreseen that ere
hose spring flowers should bloom again,
famine and pestience would sweep over
hat deYoled land, leaving many a hamlet
1esolate, and many q grave yard full, q.
We will pass briefly over the voyage.
The ship, the sea, everything were new
and strange 10 the young man; butahe con-.
rived TO make himself SO useful and agree
able about the vessel that when he landed
in New York, The kind hearted captain
gave him eight dollars, and obtained. for
him Q situation as a porter in a,store.,s ~z.
IL was y happy day for him when he,
received. his first months wages-twelve
dollars besides bis board He had never.
possessed so much money before, and he
looked on it with feeling Of Triumph.
which those who are. accustomed 10 abund>
,nce can never. feei. A letter was dis>
patched 10 his father, informing him Of his
good fortune, and promising in q few
months 10 send him money enough to bring
hem oil over the water, and then the hap
py home that they. would have! They
s ould not s,ay inthe city, but hasten to The
western wilderness build log cabin
clear field. and live like princes on their
own domain. S
Weeks and months passed away. The
summer and autumn were gone, and the
terrible winter of l847 commenced. Then
camesoper the sea@falling like
q death knell onihe ears Of James Moreen
that Ireland was starving Not an hour
was 5lost., Every cent Of his well saved
earnings was dispatched 10 the relief Of his
family, for he knew that nowhere would
lhe public calamity fall more heavily than
on his native Districts ~ gz5ssess5 .ass5l
The terrible winter Of ,ls47-long will
Ireland, remember it, and shudder al. the
recollection of its woes. The, traveller
who passes through the land is often points
ed 10, the deserted novels and told the fear
full story Of starvation and death which has
left them desolale. Among those tenants
less dwellings may be seen the humble roof
which sheltered the childhood Of James
Moreen. A fter James left, the family la
bored on as usual hoping at enst, after.
rent and styihess were paid, TO have Q few
potatoes foriwinter. But what were their
feelings as they saw those precious roots,
on which they were dependent for life,