Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1859-11-18
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.aUn SMpWrecks.

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u ladi ION, sMpwrecks. diem
a The elmost touchihg incident. Ilnow con!
nected witha eshipwreckp is,the following:
The GrCsyenor,7 East ndiamen; i homeward
bound, goesashorei iohlthe 1coast of Caffral
ria. ,Ittis resolved that the crew Sin num-
ber, one hundredsiand thirty, shall fpene4
tratel on foot, through track less, deserts in
fected by wild beasts and tssaavaees. to the
settlements atthe Cape uof3 Good Hope!-
With this forlornE bjbct they finally sepal
rate into two PARTIES; never to meet again
on earth. ThereIis solitary child,in the
crew31N 1Ntboy oftfiyeSears old, Sandswhcn the
first. party is lturnipg ,away:hey cries after
some member of. ttwhofhas been}kindi to
him. The crying fsatellild might be sup!
posed to. be q slightthing toemen in that
extremity; but it touches them; and, he is
Immediately taken into that detachment:
from which time forth this child is sub
timely made a sacred charge; he is pushed
on little raft across the riversa by swim
ming Sailors; they garry him BY turns
through the deep sand and, long grass;
they share with him such berries and roots
as they cah find. Beset by isdTakes, Lby
wild beasts by hunger, by thirsts- -4denth in
a thousand forms, they eyinever-Oh Father
of all mankind, thy name be blessed for i'll
forgot this child. -sFAe captain stops ex-
lhausted, the coxswaino goes baclasand sits
down beside him;o neither of the two are
teEer secnFagain!s But as the rest go, onifor
their lives, they carry the, child with them.
The carpenter, his especial friend, dies, and
the steward succeedss to the the lsacred
guardianship, odlnoYs all he done. for
the poor baby; he eheerfully carries him
in his arms when 4lite himself isotfll and
weak; how he feeds dhimwhcn he, himself
is griped with huu9er; hoMa hel folds ,his
ragged jacket about him; even sings to
him hin asthe limpss along, 1nmindf1l .ofEhis
own parched and bleeding feet But the
time comes when they are i'll and beg their
wretched partners, in despHir,j to wait for
themIa day Theyzwait,for them one-two
days. On tho morning of the third, they
meYe softly about, for the child is sleeping
heavily by the fire and they will not dis
tufb him until the last moment. Butthey
must start; the last tmoment icomes;the; fire
is dying; and the child is dead. His
faithful friend fingers, but little while
behind him! he tolls on a few days lon
ger; ithenlliesl down wearily, in thep desert
and dies: But he shall be reunited with
the child; with the poor carpenter. Who
can doubt it? Shall they NOT be raised
with the words "Inasmucli:as ye did it un-
to one of the least of these my, brethren,
ye did it unto me- ,..t5 fis:.iJ -sf..55.yzs
d., As 1 recall. the, story OF. these ship
wrecked mariners, thoughts Of another
traveller fill my mind. -Thonghts of this
\ Yoyager, of whom read, summoned ;un-
eXpcctcdly away from home, who Travelled
hiyast distance, and never could return,
nor send aimessage back. Thoughts of
this s-Hnhappyiwayfarer on thedepths of his
knr cSo 4
his sclf-rcproach, the desperation Of his
desire to set rightwhat he had donewrong,
to do what he had left undone. Forth
were many things he had neglected. Lit
tie things enough when he was at home
and surrounded. by. thcmI but matters of
mighty. moment when he was at an, ,tln-;
| measurable distance. There were many
blessings he had iradequately felt; there
were trivial injuries lie had--neyer for
| given; ithere vasj love he had poorly re-
turned; friendships he had lightly priced /;
million kind words he might have spo-
ken;Sa million Kind looks he might have
given; innumer0ble slight easy deeds, in
WHICH he might have been truly great and
good, ooh for q day., he, would exclaim,
"tor but one day in which to make
amends! V'H But the sun never shonG upon
thatIdayPa Pandt outtof hissremoteg captivity
he never came.
7Wiye1d doess this solitary traveler's4 fate
obscure the other histories of travellers,
with which my mind was filled but now,
and cast a solemn shadow over ME? Is it
because bee 1 I must one day. make his journey?
Must one day be tortured by this vain
llome-sick ckness, these late regrets? Look
back, like him, from my vast exile to my
empty place and undone work stand
upon o sea shofeAat, home. But the