The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1856-04-03

sailurs are aloIt. they arc shaking out the
CANVASS There is n great crowd on the upper
deck, aud, mdships. on the deck below. Their
are men and women, and children there. group
cd round the masts, crowding round the galley
leaning over the bulwarks, gazing on the full
tide below. There are hale, handsome active
boys, with shirts open al the neck. their freck
he'd throats barred 10 the sun aud wind, with
their bundles and kippcens sauntering up and
down, where there is a plank or two clear for
them TO do so--saying little. but thinking
much. a sad s,eadiness Is in their looks rs
though their hearts were not in the work they
were bent to do. II would hc otherwise with
those brave lads. wcr il to Carrickshcck they
were tripping with the fiier. instead Of leaving
as they do now with listless gait the old sod b.
hind! There are Irish wives in the crowd
Some Of them hut married yesterday snme 81
tham with the insant AZ the breast; Others in
the prime of womanhood, but with the raven s
claw imprinted IN the flesh which should still
be full, and fresh. and free from the webs OF
care; but In sorrow have they conceirrl, and
in desolation have they brought forth.
Age too, Is there; with thin locks white az
the driven SNOW; with sunken eyes thai see
but the mist. and lcaden clouds, and phantoms,
instead Of living things. Here. on the near
corner Of the main batcbway. sits q poor old
aching cronc, with n rcd shawl pinned about
her shoulders; her skinny, shriveled arms stretch
ed upon her knees and her face bent over them;
with the beads--the gospel Of the poor slip
ping slowly through her wierd-like fingers
as she rocks from side to side, moaning aud
sSs SsSs as ecss ~ .sssslsg .ss.saas
Though her heart is full there is no t,ar on her
parched and yellow check. She can cry no
more. The winter has come and she has wept
The spring has come, and the song Of the birds
has come, aud the evening star has come, aud
she has wept. The summer has come. and the
fruits in their purple wealth have como, and
through harp Of countless golden springs have
come. So comes the green leaf on the Oldest
limb. and the moss is fragrant and warm on
the hardest rock; and still the old crone wceps
The grain is stacked. and the brown potato
stalks strew the furrows, and the ripe apple
rots in the thick orchard grass and the red
leaf falls; and the winter comes again, and still,
and still the old crone wceps. Thus, for eighty
years, has il been with her; for they murdered
her bog for tithes. when the down was on his
cheek; and bcr husband since the autumn Of
the rebellion. has lain in the churchyard Of
Corey, with his broken pike siaf Wondering
bNide the arm that at Oulart drove IL through
the red-coats home; and IN every season--in
snow, in rain In sunshine--poverty and hun
ger, and taxation, have been like wolves about
the door. She has wept, until her bones have
become sapless like the dead branch In the hag-
gard; and the gray hairs have become like grass
in the drought. Some Of the Beighbors in
their pity, take her out with them; for they
would not let her die alone, and in 9 dream she
is borne 70 Der grave three thousand miles
away. II may be nearer II may he that
some evening--just at sun down-the ship
coming to- dall, heavy splash q gurglng Of
the waters, q bIbblc breaking into froth. may
tell the story that the old crone IL gone. and
shall rise no more, until the sea gives up its
dead In other parts Of the ship are groups Of
noble girls, pensive but bright; gentle artless.
balf conscious OF their beauty; and, with that
consciousness, shrinking into quiet corners in
their dark blue cloak. with the hoods thrown
back. as We have seen them ut the rnccs Of
Bayback or on apattern-Sunday at 1ramorc.
They have taken the last look OF the home.
the darkness Of which they made bright. aud 10
the poverty Of which their purity was robe Of
silver and u crown Of eineraIds.
The Irish peasant, lingering thoughtfuliy at
Ii
the las, moment on the quay-tbc finest. they
say. in Enropc--seans these groups and figures,
and n his eye falls upon them. Il Ellis with q
tremulons rel light. which flashes for II second,
then clouds up. aud a; as, breaks into dark
shower lie steps on board, taking with him
a sod Of tnrf, which be puts into his bundle Of
clothes. The story is no imaginary one. IL
was told in the newspapers short time ago.
To the so.l Of turf is tied scrap of paper, on
which Nscrawicd 'lese words 10 DC Pnt ID
ny coInn' u'e ho'onn n"' 1,npo SUI.
~ worm 'o'nhr' o' phn"sophy. p"'s w,
ID ao1rh syI'"ons, ,p nIs'"ry % ',r 'p' ~.
race N f.afoP, VI u" I"'. wiz" nl''o" 'n,y
c''hg !" we s"' 'nnt guy '"p" 10. " .pe
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shich 'hef 'hink o' w. sl,as % ~, s"o p'"S
im w. "heh sr n"hy :" '"e n"i" ""t
bhRhttf osy may onhf 'hem oaeS .o.H n""
,hat they may go 20 feN'' Hs,,h'ng e. 'n .,,ei
which hPp'ed by 'm" f'me' ah" "'y .,osc
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or cuttiDg the furLc iof The sfEbai OF hfN~-W
these nneetio,s. these gricfs these memories,
a. -. .ia,a,l,.,. v-,rr.tl;ex ,hes, eca.elaas IN,
"'N sNF' o'"'ls 80
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wri,,en in a line
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his, on ,bo miidle mo- iuErtoa n. IL l-s3
nv Ssm,,I Co, a native ot ,bs ri,y Of Bo.,on.
In half an hour Gaul's roek. and Crornweils