Demoine courier., 1856-08-28

fOrnia Magazine: .'' !.
! This is The goal of hope TO many
travellers from the sacred spot, called
hsme. and where SO many meet, from
every cline and country under heaven
II is the hallowed ground of wanderers
cherished place, where men Of every
land repair, TO learn good iidings Of rhei,
absen, friends.
Upon the arrival of The semi monthly
mail from the Eastern States, and long
before the busy clerks have time sufficien
to distribute letters to their proper places
may be seen lines of expeciant faces
gathering in the lobby. in Indian file, each
new conner falling into line behind, and
woe TO tha. man, who through ignorance
or daring, attempts ar advance of his
proper turn. , ,4 a...
Happy is he whose turn is nearest
The window. for The line is often many
hundred yards in length. and many. per
chance, are standing in drenchlng rain
What an anxious looking crowd,
whose earnest coun,enances too plainly
tell The doubts and fears within 2espite
their efforts to the contrary. There are
no aristocra'ic feelings among them; for
"frs, come, first served" is true here.
Now the long watched little piece of
board is wihdrawn-,he mail is ready
for delivery.
The first applicant seems TO be hardy
son OF the mountains, upon whose wea
ther-beaten brow / think can trace the
WORD Miner. Al! there are his letters
no small package; and his hand, though
rough and firm TO handle pick and show
ell, trembles as he clasps the precious
treasure-now he pulls his hat more
closely over his eyes, and is los, in The
crowd. How ones hearts longs 10 fol
low him and in secre, W atch the tears
the manly tears Of JOY or of sorrow ,ha.
mois,en those eyes, as he reads the lines
from his murh loved home. His feelings
are too sscred for the profane gaze OF
stranger eyes-so let US pass on.
The next one is pale and slim, see
how his nervous and almost t:ansps rem,
hands catch a, the window frame; how
his knees trenble, and his weak and
weary limbs almost refuse to bear him
up. All! there-he loo, has letters.
heard his fervent "lhank God"
Blu, look at that aged man. whose ell.
very hair bespesks The fros,s of msny
winters. One almost regrets to see an
old man 10 SO new country. He reach
es the window and bears upon his man
SANTA cane, for he needs its support just
| now his voice is weak and SO are his
knees, as he asks the monentous ques
zion. What "no le,iers''-is there
none for tina, poor old man-ah those
words,-and no wonder-have nailed his
aged form to the spot on which he stands
BE careful stranger, jostIe not in haste
or rudeness against that venerable ar
disappointed fatherly old man. Have
you 20 sympathy for him as those con
vulsive witches come and 90 upon his
care-worn face? Yes, We know you
have. Nature has come to relieve his
agony, for the silent tears steals slowly
down the furrows Of his pallid cheek -
As the oak is bent and torn by the tenn
pest without, so Is he by the ,enpes,
within. No letters-mark his anguish.
What! has that child of his heart for
gotten him? Has the dear distant Gaugh.
ter, whose tiny footsteps he had so fond
ly guided in infancy. and watched with
such parental pride to blooming woman
hooc-has she forsaxen him-no, oh
no, il caano. be; but. there is no letter.
Heavy hearted he reiires to the solitude
Of his own room, where unseen, he
may weep, or think Of his beloved and
absent child.
Watch the fate OF tha. spicy looking
young gentleman nov at the window
Judging from his dandyish air Of self.
possession. he must be new lmporta.
lion. His hat is Of The latest fashion,
and is placed jaun,ly over hair ,ha, is
soft. sleek and curly. His mous,achs
and whlskers are the objects of his pc.
culiar care; his coat and pants are wha,
we call Shanghai, aud those alone-,c
say nothing Of his gold speciacles, i'm.
mscu'aie white kids snc perfnmed hand.
kerchief. bespeak him an exquisite
tie lisps an enquiry for letters, and twirls
his gold-headed cane with apparent in
difference, as he awaits the reply
l"None, sir!" "None. sir!" "None--
what. no le,ler,hp Impothible, thir. yor
muiht have made mi,h,axe--I athurs
/ you there mulht be let,erth for Richart
Livingihon, Enquire" Then to hea
the quiet and decided answer of tn,
clerk, "Thers are no letters for you
sir" while the i'm patient crowd arouut
him call out "gei out of the way there,
'.hus,le that greenhorn Off" "oh, my
what whiskers," "dces your mothe
know your absen,!" "what nice youn,
man." as he contemptuDusly takes hi
leave.
i There goes rough looking stranger
whose brawny Lands tells you that h
knows what laber is-but he is CAREFUL,
opening the leler-he cannot wait unit
he gets 10 his lodgiDgs, and, forgetful o
Indifferent. to the world around him. b
looks at The little world oflove from HON
. AMI in sight, and must read it. One mo
ment tear glistens in his eye-,he mex
smile has spread over his face--n,
wonder that he has forgotten the scene
. and the crowd around him, iu the Joy 0