The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-07-26


those large buttons Is a good, honest
salor.like fellow, with the tenderes
Of hearts | was deeply iutereste,
IN an the PARTICULARS ot the younj
womans death, which be told me. III
ended by beseeehing me to persuad,
the skipper to bury hts wife, as th'
crew can't bear dead body on boar,
ship, aud The skipper he says, is almos
always sitting and crying by u.
could not helpagreeing wi'h him Tia
1t was no use in keeping the poor wo
man above ground.
"And Whist have you settled tC
do z SAID the Lieutenant, returning
iis glass into ils cage.
why, OF course, the thing wa,
rather irregular, bap'aS alLtbe nea, on
board seemed very anxious about il,
told the skipper, poor fellow, who
seemed as overcome by grief as any
man ever met, that if he Ii ed, |
would perform ae last rites over his
poor young vie his very afternoon.
At frsi, as was told TO expect, he
would not hear OF the funeral taking
place anywhere but at Newcastle, hs
home, but after some persuasion he
/ yielded the point, and the thing is all
settled SO, as | must tell the sexton
TO prepare a grave by half past three,
| must not talk any longer; aud real
| ly, the scene have Just come from
wakes me feel that should like TO be
alone for time. am most thankful
to say that the conversation | had
with the poor fellow has done much
TO make him resigned. He bad heard
of me often before, he said, and on
his table ! noticed my little tract on
resignation, which lie told me, to use
his own words, had been balm to his
wounded spirit. Very gratifying was
it nots Good morning 10 you, my
dear Lieutenant good morning, my
good men, he added as we raised our
caps to him, and saw his kindly face
turn towards home,
"Before long the bell began to toll
and as | went home to my dinner
saw the sexton hafd at work at the
grave, which at The shippers request
was TO be made on the side nearest tie
sea aud farlhesi from the village,
since he told the vicar il would be 80
comforting, when his ship passed BY
Elruin, 10 see the spot where his
Mary Ann was sleeping.
"1he report that there was TO be a
funeral from the strange ship in the
ofiug, spread like wildfrc through the
village, and halt an hour before the
body was TO leave the ship, the cliff
was crowded by the villagers, tie
women with their shawls Tied over
their heads, leading their children by
their hands.
Funerals are always a great at
traction 10 our people, but since the
last Earl at the castle was buried,
none had caused so much interest as
this.
Poor Skipper barley ! says my
old woman, won I he feel lonesome
just, when he gets back 10 bis ship
without his missus y
Very, says ] no doubt; he
amt been married more nor two
years. Lor, what a good sort Of fe
male she must have been, althe crew
seem so fond Of her; look you here,
old lady, through the glass. Dye
see the figure head OF the vessel yon-
DER?
"'Yes, says she, resting the glass
on my shoulder; "a figure OF woman
in green gown and va Ter hair
"'That be no doubt, an exact like
uess of Mary Ann Darley, says !;
its very common pIaf thai, and as
old Cap'n Bist, as commanded the
Tilda years ago, used TO say When-
ever | follows my wife, goes right !;
as sticks her al the end OF my wes-
sci, the Tilda alters goes right.
"Ior 7 says my wife, again looking
through the glass, how beautiful Mrs.
Mary Ann barley must have been
Never did | see such bust, hair, and
hearings. They are coming at last,
the boats are being let down.
"The church bells tolled sadly
through the ketn frosty air, and there
was not heart among all those on
the cliff that did not feel the deepest
sympathy for the widowed skipper.
SLOWLY, and wilh a long measured
stroke, came the Two boats, into the
FIRST OF y hieh We had noticed The cof-
fin being lowered.
The bier had been taken down TO
the shore so, when they had all landed,
the coffin was placed upon il, and
borne up the gang way by four of the
crew.
"The other four came behind the
skipper, who appeared dreadfuIly agi-
tased, lent heavily on the arm Of the
man with the big buttons, bis face
busted in his handkerchief, from
which at times we could hear deep.
sob.
Up the little street the procession
went. and among all tie women there
was not an eye that was not filed with
tears.
"'Poor fellow said my wife, he
10 take on lsrriblsr 10 be sure, that he
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