The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-09-17

them to the New World and from whom tnc!
had received tidings of cheer ana PRONE,
but the hearts Of all were divided Det"eIIn
grief for the old land and anxiety tof 'n'
new.
Among the passengers on board the ship was
young girl, whose smile cheered many -
lonely heart, and whose gentle words sooth hsr
manners and SO winning in her words that
many among that humble band thought sue
must be Of the quality. %
tho poorer class, only her father had been o
scholsr-oven moro, . poet; and she had m,
herited from him . love for all that is good
and beautiful and all the knowledge ne nao
deemed fitted to her youth and sex. o.,
Dressed in . simple mourning dress, Win
her glossy, dark hair braided modestly round
her well-shaped head, she moved among the
poor emigrants like q bright embodiment Oh
their fair land, their own peerless Innisfail.
An unconscious sadness in the dark brown
eyes, and the stainless purity of her face,
might we'll have brought to poets mina ,,a
unsulled grace.
Ellen spent much of her time with the POOR
emigrants, nursing the sick babe of one poor
woman. or taking care of some restless, NOISY rs
pared their simple meal
Then there were aged parents, who feared
lest they might prove q burden to their dutl,
full children, to share whose home they had
been sent for; and to them, Ellen read the
blessed words which promise, even in this
world, recompense to filial love and duty.
"Honor thy father and thy mother, tha1
thy days may be long"
ALI. unnatural, ungratefnl children OF TINS
generation the honor ye refuse to parents Is
temporal blessing denied unto yourselves.
Consider not the care and respect shown to
entirely to yourselves. Prosperity, happiness
and long life flow from tho PRAYERS of an aged
prompt feeling which ought to be Chris
tiap's pride. -,
Among the passengers, was yonng wife
going out, uncalled, to meet her husband I'D
| America.
A silence of many weeks on his part, had
| aroused her most anxious fears and induced
her to leave all that was dear to her IN the
| hone of seeing him once more on earth
| To her Ellen spoke words of encouragement
or else listened with kind sympathy to all her
prieffraught condolences
The heart is picked ont Of d me j., with 'rou-
| This simple answer to Ellen's soothing
words showed how far above all human con-
ISOLATION the Irish heart places its trust and its
reliance.
One evening as Ellen passed mp on deck she
was met by one of the sailors, a lad who al
ways seemed delighted to he in her company.
George Brown was the eoys na o and far hen
kindness to many of "her people as she called
the band of exiles.
"Where have you been all the day long,
"Some one, beside myself, has been impatient
for a sight of your bonny, brown eyes"
"sone one else! Who can it BET Asked
Ellen surprised, for she knew no one or
board, outside that humble band of emigrants
except George himself
"Ah! 1t is one of Your own people too.
fine, Irish gentleman, whose eyes frightened
awaiting your coming, for there he is pacing
the deck like a sentinel on duty"
} "Do you know his name, George, for 1 dc
not think have ever met him before"
| ua told ma that he had known yOur faith
err was Georges answer. ellis name is Doc
J tor Dalton. He is o sad, quiet sort of D gen
tieman, saying but little, yet thinking grea'
} deal.
Ellen started with joyful surprise, for thi.
was the name of one of Ireland's most gifted
poets and most devoted patriots. One who
try's cause, and who had now turned his face
from her green shores because found guilty Of
loving her too we'll. She had often heard OF
the sweet poet and her heart thrilled with
pleasure at the thought of meeting him.
"Ah! he has seen you J" exclaimed George
$50 must go off alone and disconsolate, for j
know he wants you all to himself"
Ellen awaited the approach of him whose
songs had stirred nations heart, and fired
her own with nobler feelings of patriotism
She gazed on his slight figure as it advanced
towards her, with feelings almost akin to rev.
erepce for she knew him to be rs pure arr
humble in his faith as he was gceat and lofty
in his intellect. She marked the bright, clear
white forehead, and the timid, way ering hand
that came and clasped her own
81 loved your father" he said, and have
therefore right to know his child"
With what pleasure did Ellen listen to him
as he spoke of one whose memory was so dear
and how proud she felt to be u child of one
and the countrywomau of another gifted soul
Your father, Ellen" he continued, "wa'
one of those gentle-hearted men who wrot.
for the hearts Of the people, aud who revellet
in printing the glories of that olden tim'
when Ireland had great and glorious history
when she was the scat of virtue and learning
the School of the West, and the haoitation o
literature and holiness. And You too ar
leaving the Old Land :" he added inquiringly
ayes, sir; my parents are dead, aud IN.
: mothers brother, now my only surviving rela
| tive wishes me to come to him."
"Do you go to New Orleans, Doctor :" aske,
o the young girl; the very name of the place be
coming of more interest," now that there was
possibility of his living there.
~ shall make 1T my home for the present,
? he replied, but my plans for the future ar
very unsettled indeed. Elem life to me nov
seems very cherries" Ho leaned against tn
vessels side as he spoke, and looked on
: dreamily upon the star-lit waters.
Ellen's heart was moved to compassion an
!. all unconsciously she found herself recallin