The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-05-07

AoAaoy anu the Q6Af Oneo-aearer bhan lie
who were to remain behind.
"God keep you, Darlington the wide waters, .
sobbed his mother, ''and bless you in the land to
which you gOl''
| And his father exclaimed, the tears streaming
down his furrowed and Weather-beaten- face
"GOd bless and keep you in the hollow Of Hi
holy hand and if we see your face no more
as my heart forbodes we never may-Hs will
give you an entrance to His blessed home
aboYel"
The young wife clung weeping and sobbinQ
to his bosom till the moment Of parting came
and when he turned to depart, she sunk, faint.
ing in his mothers arms.
With a hurried step and streaming eyes
James Moreen 4urned his feet into the high road
which led to Dublin. He soon gained a little
eminence, from which be could obtain last
look Of that poor hoVel which held all that was
dear to him on earth. He paused, and looking
back, threw himself on his knees, and raising
his hands towards heaven, exclaimed:
90 thou, who clothest the lillies Of the field,
and nearest the young ravens when they cry
protect them-and guide me on my Wayl" He
arose strengthened by this simple act of devotion
and proceeded on his way. The spring was
just opening. Here aud there daisy peeped
from the sod and the birds sung in the leafless
trees. Who could have fOreseen that ere those
spring flowers should bloom again, famine and
Pestilence would sweep over that devoted land,
leaving many hamlet desOlate, and many a
grave yard full.
We will pass briefly over the voyage. The
ship, the sea, everything were new and strange
to the young man; but he cOntrived to make
himself so useful end agreeable about the yes
sci that when he landed in New York, the kind
hearted captain gave him eight dollars, and OBJ
tanned for him a situation as q porter in
store.
1t was happy day for him when he received
his first months wages-twelve dollars besides
his board. He had never possessed so much
money before, and he looked on it with feel
ing Of triumph, which those who are accustom-
cd to abundance can never feel A letter was
dispatched to his father, informing him Of his
good fortune, and promising in few months
70 send him money enough to bring them all
osef ~ Hafef aad then the happy home that
they would haysl They would not stay in the
city, but hasten TO the western wilderness
| build log cabin-clear q field, and live like
princes on their own domain.
| Weeks and months passed away. The sum
mer and autumn were gone, and the terrible
winter Of lS47 commenced. Then the tidings
came over the sea-falling like eath-knell
on the ears Of James Moreen--that ireland was
starving. Not an hour was lost. Every cen I
Of his Well-sayed earnings was dispatched to
the relief Of his family, for he knew that no.
where would the public calamity fall more
heavily than on his native district.
r
land remember it, and shudder at the recollec-
ton Of its woes. The traveller who passes
through the land is often pointed to the desert
ed novels and told the fearful story Of starva-
ton and death which has left them desolate.
Among those tenantless dwellings may be seeen
the humble roof which sheltered the childhood
of james Moreen. After James left, the fami-
ly labOred on as usual, hoping at least, after
rent and tythes were paid, to have few pota-
toes for winter. But what were their feelings
as they saw those precious roots, on which they
were dependent for life, itself, changing to a
black and offensive massl Rapidly they disap-
peared, and before the winter had fairly set in
their little store was all gone. Now their on ly
hope was in James. They had written to him
of their distress, and if they could hold out
till the assistance which they felt sure he would
send them should arrive, they might hope to get
through the winter. Now every particle Of
food was economical, and the grains Of corn
counted out. They grew paler, weaker, and
more emaciated, and the scanty pittance which
now sustained life, must soon fall As day af-
ter day passed away, the fOrlorn hope Of help
died in their bosOms. They could expect no
assistance from the neighbors who were starving
around them, and the Catholic priest who re-
sided in the place was little better off than
themselves. He had promised them, however,
TO send every day to the post office for the eX-
pscted letter, but morning and evening came
and passed to the famishing family, and IL came
not.
The last spoonful Of oatmeal was made into
Cruel and placed on the little table. The poor
mother, already wasted TO a skeleton, was lying
on the couch Of straw, her face wrapt in the
ragged coverlet. A thin hand removed the
covering, and held a cup to her mouth. With
strong effort she pressed her parched lips
close together, and turned away her head.
Thomas" said she, 'taks my part Of tn,
gruel-it will give you little strength--and
90 to his Reverence; who knows but what tha
letter may have Gomez
Thomas was sitting with his face buried il
his hands. Raising his sunken eyes, he said
husky;
"It is no use, Kate. If the money was in
my hand, codld not crawl to the nearest mark
ct to get bread
"Nay, co. exclaimed the pale woman, ,striV.
ing to rise. elf the money cannot save OuI
lives, yet it will be blessed to hear once more
from the dear boy before we die"
Mary, who had been moving about the room
like shadow, at the mention OF her husband,
threw herself on the bed beside her mother and
sobbed aloud. The bitterest drop in the bitter
cup she was drinking, was to die without fare
well from that loved one 30 taraway.
81 will q" said the old man, rising. The
holy Virgin grant it may have comel He tot;
tered a few steps towards the door, and fell
fainting and exhausted. He never rose again.
Two days after the scene we have been de-
scribing, little pale-faced man, in the peculiar
garb Of the Catholic clergy, might have been
seen walking quickly towards the cabin. Ev-
srything was still as death around, and his heart