The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-03-15
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Ear away, over The whltr-crcsted tiilows,
lies a SUNNY land, brilliant with tropical YER
durr. with wondrous anltnA.s ami brilliant
birds. y country SO favored ty nature,
should be rich no; only IN legends OF past
greatness. tus IN happy present, and The
prouIi>. Of a s!orlou, future. A.as. The
shadows only OF the pas, reward our search.
All the long day has the sun poured his
fierce rays through the feather. palm leaves
that wave over inc ruuc cabins where now,
III the cooling e,,, a happy mother watches
the gtuooi, o! her chil,iirn.
As dear 10 her warm, passionate heart, are
those dark browcd little ones, a, The golden
haired titles Of mothers vi a colder cline
She pictures for her children future golden
with the brightest hopes revealed to her, aud
sees tullncss OF content IN the far away
time, when her dreams shall have become re-
aItlcS.
But, why does she sPrius to her feet with
a Wild shrek OF despair: Why does she
clasp III her feeble ar,,s her atlrishted i,llle
ones: Alas. too we'll she knows The re-
morscicss trader IN human flesh, who, url-
needing prayers aud shrlcks, tears her clnl-
,ircn from her bosom, aud leaves her seEse-
less and de>olalc.
Wave on, graceful leaves; shine, bright
and clear stars. Heed her not, gentle breeze,
as awaklng TO dc>palrlng life, she tears her
hair ard utters anew the cries and uOans vi
broken heart. She Is only a nisye:."
Over the fresh glad sea gIIdcs the PRISON
ship. A enid lies helpless upon the deck
brought from among the wrctched compan-
ions U: her misery, That sllc may Intale a pur.
cr air, and II possible, receive new llte ia hel
wasted limGs. She sees not the rude
forms that surround her; her eyes are dn
with the film of welcome death.
See, a smile breaks over the tiny face, ant
streatchlng out her thin arms, she murmur
her mothers name, and amid bright vlsion
OF home breathcs out the little remnant vi
lite. Throw the little body, so often pressed
to fond heart, into the deep; curse the MI
luck, tut clear away the rubbish; it 5 only ;
nlggcr baby.
/ In the depth ola horrible swamp, wher,
noxious reptiles glide and hiss where the all
IS loaded with pestilential vapours, and onl,
the wild cry OF birds, or pcrchance the INC. q,
dreadful cry OF a panther falls upon the ear
a man covers, As if seeking CON- seaIment, All,
fearing the very birds will oe,ray his hld,u,
place. This is his pititul story From ch,ld
hood he has toiled from early morn till dew
ey eve, IN the service of master who grant
hun IN return, the scanty pittance .h% viii
barely serve to keep him alive. lie has sseI
the beloved wife who shared his privations
sold to the vile dealer, who knew that he
beauty would command premium in a dis
tant mart. and burning with hatred OF his Op
preSsors, he has dared to rebel; to question
their title to his body and soul, and with th'
marks OF the lash UPON his back, has fled t
this Wild jungle, with the new light dawninl
upon his soul, that ." all men are created ire,
and equal" In the distance the bloodhound
bark. Nearer and nearer comes the echoin,
sound, and resolving to be free or die. HI,
o'ood crImsons the soil, and another marty,
Is added to the long list. whose blood erie,
unto God. What reck We? lie was "onl,
sni2ser."
Aud so daily. human beings are sold at auc
"on families are separated; hearts quivel
and break :; but they are not our children
our husbands or wives. Not even our broth
srs, they ere only "nieesU"