Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-03-04
Communications.
For the Auitslovery Buglc
FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE.
DuBmN, ireland. January 81. 1855.

DEAR MARIUs; The Bugle of the 18th has just
reached us, and you may judge whether its good
natured face is not TO me most welcome. And it |
has somehow stole the march upon the Liberator,
Standard and Pennsylvania Freeman, neither Of
which for that week have yet arrived. We have
also by the same mail recoivd the Philadelphia /
Register Of the 18th inst containing very
lengthy report of the Bible discussion betwixt
Joseph Barker and a certain Dr. Berg Both pa
pcrs arc most heartily welcome.
You still seem to be visited with terrible disas-
ter on sea and land--dcstruction both by food and
fire, to human life, as well as property. The same
catastrophe attends upon business, especially on
the water, in this vicinity The loss of the Iron
ship Tayleur, bound to Australia with COO people,
far the greater part of whom were lost, 20S of
them women, has filed the very atmosphere here
abouts with gloom. This awful calamity occurred
within an hours sail of where | now write, and
almost within sight of this city. And though u
have been always very uncharitnble towards most
Of those under whose management we have had Sc
much Of disaster on American lakes and rivers,
still it does appear to me- that the loss of the Tay-
lcur, was the result Of carclesness and reckless
desperation, unparalleled in the whole history of
American steamboat slaughter. The ship was
new, built of Iron, model and the pride of naval
architecture, and her cargo was of immense value,
to say nothing of the passengers And ship and
cargo, with hundreds of men, women and children,
have all sunk to rise no more.
| would write you letter were it possible wor-
thy place in your columns. But have to plead
still, what is an old reason FOR dull writing, or
none nt all, IN heath. And it is against the sol
cmn protcstations Of my most inyalua bic friends,
Richard and Hannah Webb, that am writing to-
day. My brain and side give me considerable
trouble; and should this be my last letter for q
month, you must forgive me. Until / am better,
scarcely dare trust myself on the continent. At
the same time am in family Ithe Webbs,l who
arc TO me father and mother, sister and brother
together; and they seem unwilling to have me
; speak of departure.
! SO far, my foreign tour then, appears unproduc-
tive of any great results. But it does not so seem
to me. have measured the Atlantic, | have
2 braycd and conquered its terrors, sea sickness
among the rest to me its "King of Terrors"-
, All the experience Of sea voyage | have had.
( And / have troddcn the soil Of the other hemis-
phere have walked the streets, the quays and
! docks of Liverpool, "thc Tyre of Modern times =
the grand commercial depot Of the most CONNER
} cial empire of the passing ages. And now / am
amid the lights and shades, the pomp and poverty,
! the elegance and ignorance the veal and the woe
Of this metropolis of Ireland, whose whole history
has been written with Danish jayclins and Saxon
bnyoncts, dipped in the heart blood of myriads of
human victims. Never in all tho drcaricst ages of
the past, has nation suffered as has this nation
The American people look scoralfuly upon the
poor Irish cmigunt. Almost thousand years of
iron rule has made him and his ancestry what
they are. But was speaking of what had seen
in the few days of my sojourn here. have look
ed upon the ruined Castles, the Round Towers,
: Moats and walls Of the Fcudal times, and upon
the palaces and halls of prncely nobility together
with the faces Of those who nhnbit them And
, have fingered in churches whose foundations
J were laid almost thousand years ago, and whose
: crumbling walls seem anxiously hiding their Gu
lamty behind drapcry Of friendly ivy, frail as
. the fg leaf robes Of Eden. And | have seen
Parks and Lawns Groves and Gardens, green and
= beautiful many of them, even in mid-wiuter and
at more than fifty degrees of north latitude. And
have visited galleries of paintings and halls of
sculpture, and libraries, whore garnered up
the genius, the skill and the wisdom Of the past,
from the days when Homer, starving, sung his
verses in Grecian porcos, as little Irish beggar
i -girl at this moment is chanting under my window
: and before Pythagoras was giving lessons to the
youth of Crotona, the chisel of Praxitcles was
: breaking the midnight silence of his dim studio,
and Apelcs was hiding behind his own pictures,
to catch the criticisms of the passers by" that
he might give immortal life, as well beauty, to
his crcatons-and all these would bc topics for
letters, could write them.
And have seen also poverty and misery, OF
, which we have so much in our country, and which
y am constrained to admit is the same h kind
" there as here; and only waits time and growth OF
population, to furnish parallel to all that l have
here beheld; SELF degradation, we have there al
ready, low as thought can reaeh-but excepting
' our slaves, there are here few deeps of misery
in the direction Of compulsory debasemcnt, as yet
unknown among us. ! saw to-day in the same
4 street, loads of turf drawn by horses, asses and
human beings, and the latter ,ceye wOmen, and the
. loads of the two latter kinds of teams were about
equal in size, and so were the carts which contain
ed them. And many times / see poor haggard
. looking women, performing drudgery that neither
, women nor men should ever touch. And the pay
q they get, is but mockery of their misery.
c After ALL it does appear to me, that could intox
g icating liquors and tobacco be banished forever
. and destroying substance take their place, tina
in both this country and our own, the great sources
of poverty and woe would be dried up, and all thu
J., poor of both nations would be rescued and saved
II but my sheet is down, for which your readers ant
s. myself too, have cause to be glad. SO will clos
dull letter that has cost me some inconvenience
with subscribing,
Yours most devotedly,
d PARKER pILLSBURY.
LETTER FROM PENNSYLVANIA.