The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1854-07-15

A tempest has been brooding over the face
of the deep, and now the storm breaks up, up
pile the mountain pillows, and grow higher
with the storm. churned into creamy foam. the
white caps bursting, on their SUBMITS they
pile up, away up, and then sink down into low
est depths, and again rise up only to pile high
er, and sink deeper their yawning chasms; and
on, on. through the yeast Of waves, through
the "IIell of waters" with the masts bending,
and the sails flying. and wind whistling and
tearing through canvass, speeds seemingly
devoted ship. There are beating hearts with
in her now, and anxious faces, and fearful eyes,
and uplifted hands. and Bonded knees, and lips
all trembling with the holy name of Cod
There are old men there, with hair silvcred
with age, and the robust form OF manhOod, and
the brown locks Of youth, the mother with her
infant, struggling in her arms with childish
terror, and the maiden in early summer. New
or fear, tremblers. Let the mad waters roar
and hcave up their mountain heads, and sink
deep their valleys. Let the tempest blow and
shrek, and toss the ship as it will. Vain ele-
ments We cannot prevail. Brave hearts
cheer thee ! neither mortal, nor devil has pow
err against thee. The spirit of God walketh
upon the waters, and his arm sustajns you, and
he beckons you onward. With the night, the
storm ceases DEFENDERS sun rides up clear
and cold in the Eastern heavens, and afar off
in the distance can be seen the low irregular
| line of the rocky shore. The sea soon ceases
| foo, l-fr fha cwo1lc oo
crowding peacefully, one after another to the
shore, and soon the lately troubled ocean is as
calm and still as the fixed and immov cable
land. The vessel anchors within the harbor
the boat is lowered from the side. filled with
an eager crew, leaves the parent ship, reaches
the shore. Now they ascend the steep rocks,
and now collected together in band, and
kneeling down upon that desert shore, they
pour forth thanks in gratitude to God, who has
preserved their lives in crossing the foaming
pillows.
The poor Emigrants! why have they left
their native land-the beautiful fields Of Eu-
rope the home of science and the arts, the
graves of their fathers? Had they forsaken all
to tempt the dangers of storm and bilow and
to waste their lives in this Western wilderness
Were not such associations dear to them! Had
they no love, no fondness for their father land ?
Had they not souls and feelings like other men :?
Aye. they loved them all, and their souls were
as true and as fond as other mems, and their
eyes wept. bitterly wept, when the thoughts of
home came unbidden to their minds. Yet what
inducement had driven them to try the deep at
this Indictment period of the year? Was there
no object, no motive in view? Yes. there was
an object, and a deep one too. That small yes
sci vas the Mavtio-ver.and tbatone hundred and
one passengers which she contained, was that
courageous. self-devoted band, that haddcpart-
ed three months before from England, seeking
| in foreign land, that liberty and peace Of con-
science that was denied them there. With
what fortitudc had they endured the perils of
the deep and history tells lis. how Irayely
they bore the hardships of a western winter
exposed to dangers from the providing savage
and disease, a more deadly foe, they bore ii all
unfiinchingly. The difficulties and discour-
agements which the climate presented. and the
want and exposure which naturally followed did
their work. and ere spring more than half of
that devoted band had persisted. Yet amid all
their troubles and all their suiferings they new
er murmured, never rcpined. and their fort-
tude, resulting as it did in their beautiful re-
lision and their mistaken confidence in
God. sustained by them throughout it all
Soon the forest fell beneath their sturdy strokes
the earth became cultivated and yielded its
fruits for their subsistcncc-nature that had
held sole empire here, now became subordi-
nate to man. Soon was the rude cabin raised
and their voices lifted up in praise of him who
had loved them whom he had chastened
The Pilgrims have, one by one, sank into
their graves,-that selfdevoted band, that
through storm and tempest braved the
tcrrors of a winters sea, aud an I'M
known and savage land, have gone to their
rest.-but many of them, ere consigned TO the
silent tomb, lived long enough to see that rug
ged forest land covered with the dwellings of
their descendants, and that sea. where they an
chored, white with the commerce of the world
They lived long enough to see a great and
mighty people thank them as the founders of
their happiness, and to see thousands of their
brethren come ont from the work house of En-
rope and the house of bondage, and establish
with them a home in this New World.
England-proud mother land little thou chit
when she drove by relentless persecution. the
Puritan from her midst that she was sending
away those who, before many years would pay
back with terrible interest, the wrongs hcaped
upon them-that would cause ten thousand of
her sons to leave their bones to bleach upon a
foreign shore, and would humble her flag Oh
sea and land.
How strange is destiny: See that little band
HceinS from persecution, daring the dangers of
a tcmpestuous sea in the most Indictment season
OF the year, hastily and badly equipped Not
soul left behind, or even they themselves.
daring to hope that they could weather the
gale in safety. See them, too when landed at
last. enduring hardship and hunger and cold.