The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-07-07
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AN ADVENTURE
ON Tng
AtlaMtit Oteau
GEORGE II. KISGs MILL,


IT was beautiful morning in the
blooming month Of May, lS--, that
the good ship Falcon sailed majosti.
calIy out of New York orinto the
broad Atlantic, bound for the distant
shores of Old England. As she got
farther out into the sea, and as one OBJ.
iect after another on the American
coast disappeared from view, the pas
scngers (about fifty in numbcr) gath.
cred themselves on the deck, some in
groups, and some to take "last fond
look" at the declining shores OF, to
many of them, their native land.
selected spot where ] could ad'
mrc the scene and give indulgence to
my feelings without being interrupted
by my icllow-passengers, and there
with moistcned eye and aching heart
| gazcd upon the fleeing hills of that
much. loved land, the land where J
Was born.
As thus stood, sad and painful
thoughts occupied my mind, and ques-
tions, which naught but time, that
works out all things, could give to me
All answer, rose in my mind and car
ried me back to londIy remembered
endcaring scenes of a dear Old home
buried in the valleys far, far beyond
the towering hills that were so quick
ly disappearing from my view.
Would | ever again set foot upon
that land which ! was leaving each
moment farther and farther behind
me =? Would ] ever again cross the
threshold of the dear old house, the
house where | was born ? Would |
ever again clasp my aged parents to
my BOSOM or was ! destined never to
behold them more. My mind ran back
to the fnndly-loyed scenes of my child
hood, the schoo!house, the old dominic,
the grassy playground, the companions
of my youthful days; all, all rushe d
quickly through my memory and made
the dew of sorrow rise into mine eyes.
knew that at that very moment, as
always was their wont on such beau
tilul evenings, my ime.bcsprinklcd
parents, if in health, would be sitting
at the cottage door enjoying the cool,
refreshing atmosphere Of an evening
in May, convcrsing perhaps Of nc,
their only son, who was far away
from them on the stormy, uncertain
bosom of the Atlantic, with but few
frail planks between me and life.
As thus | stood ] was startled from
my revcrie by a female voice near me
exclaiming in earnest, sorrowful ac'
cents, Happy. lovely land, FAREWELL
and turning TO see from whence the
voice proceeded, | perceived at a short
distance from me two ladies whom ]
had not before observed, engaged in
the same occupation as myself.
at once conjectured them to be
mother and daughter; and from the
resemblance which they bore TO each
other, and from their general appear
ance. The elder one was middle.
aged, pleasant looking, lady.like wo'
man, aitired in deep mourning, while
her companion was a lovely young
creature, with a blooming counte
nance, the very picture of health an(
good nature her raven black lresse G,
hung IN graceful curls down upon q
pair of shoulders of alabaster white
ness, and of the most beautiful mould
her eyes were dark, and unlike mos
black eyes, they had mild expression
in them; the lashes were long ant
silky, and upon the end of them there
hung pearly tear.
Mother" said the young lady
and recognized the voice as the on'
that had broken in upon my reverie
"take a last look at the American
shore, for the gathering darkness vii
soon have shut it out from our view.
"My sight is not like yours, m!
child.' replied the elder lady, fol
already has the land. disappeared