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For the Schoolmaster.

come on well in my studies, perhaps. She A Lament.

had gone to school a few months before me.

In order to place myself on an equal footing BY J. SWETT.

with her, therefore, I had to grope my way

through the vocabulary; sometimes suffering A brother has left us - our circle is broken; He is gone, and forever, no parting word spoken,

extreme agony of mind. She volunteered to Like the aspen leaf driven by autumn's wild

assist me in forming the letters with a pencil ; breath

and after I had acquainted myself with this He was swept by the waters wild down to his species of writing, she taught me composition, death.

in which I soon went ahead of her. I blush A true friend hath left us, our rough mining band

o hand to confess that my success made me turn my No longer shall feel the warm grasp of his hand. I back on her, and she declined in my estimaThe heart that so often has made our souls thrill, / tion, though she was much attached to me. Lies cold on the mountain side, pulseless and I seldom spoke to her. I was, however, told still.

of her affection for me. Her eyes, too, spoke in Lay him down to his rest on lone mountain side,

language that could not be misunderstood. I Far away from his home and bis frends he hath pursued my studies with vigor, not thinking died,

of love all the time. Mary possessed a handThe dream of the sleeper shall waken in bliss, some figure, with an expression of affection His home is a golden land brighter than this. and love in her face. She wrote pleasing esFEATHER River, California.

says with facility. Her parents lived in New

Jersey; they were opulent, and of high famiFor the Schoolmaster.

ly. When she was fourteen years of age, she My Dead Schoolmates.

was attacked with an inflammation of the

| lungs, from which she never recovered. Thus BY JOE, THE JERSEY MUTE.

were destroyed the expectations that had been

formed of her at her start in scholastic life. We are born - grow up — sicken - die

She was in actual possession of five thousand and are gone forever! We must be deprived,

dollars before her death, and would have intoo, of those we love dearest. We ought to

herited a large estate also. rejoice in our worldly attachments just as long as we remain in this breathing world : but! CHARLOTTE published a piece in the “Laalas ! with these is incorporated much of the dies' Repository,” which showed power and pain that qualifies human enjoyment. We command of language. It was, I believe, the live but a few years, and then disappear. On first effort of her pen. She was noted for her the vanity of worldly pleasures ! The blast- gentle disposition and propriety of deported hopes and sufferings of childhood and man-ment. hood are heart-sickening to call to recollec- Joux, who died in Baltimore several years tion. This is true of my recollections of ago, kept a shop, carrying on the trade of a those who have gone before us.

sadler. He did an excellent business. He Mary, my beautiful classmate, and I am wrote well, although he was not a clever proud to call her so, was the benevolent in- artist in the use of words. He was a person strument in making me what I'am now. If of pure, unblemished life. He had the same it had not been for her, I would not have turn of features with an Indian girl whom it was my pleasure to teach for six years. He said I, a few weeks ago, to a young lady who was polite in his attentions to the ladies. was just returned from a visit to Lydia's paJAMES was the most laborious student in

rents. the institution. Possessed of a handsome fig.

“She is an inmate of the insane asylum," ure, and well mannered, he won the affection-returned she. ate esteem of his companious, and of the “Ah! that is impossible,” exclaimed I. teachers. He was regarded by his fellow- “ No jesting, sir. She is a raving maniac, pupils as the Solon of the school. He was She wished to get married, though she had an heir to an extensive estate in Mississippi. not yet fixed her affections on any man; but After he went through his educational peri- her parents and friends opposed her marod, he returned home, and soon afterwards riage, as they thought, because she was ill lost his father ; whose death put him in pos- qualified for managing a family or at least session of an extensive plantation. He liber- keeping house, as she was deaf and dumb, ated his slaves, and despatched them to Af- She saw her brothers and sisters blessed with . rica. After an interval of several years he re- spouses, while she was solitary and alone in turned to the institution, for the purpose of the cold world of single blessedness. She devoting himself wholly to literary pursuits. longed for a companion in whom to confide. Loss of eyesight soon intervened to frustrate The neglect of her friends, the opposition of his purposes. He returned to his homestead her parents, the incessant yearnings of her once more. To add to his misfortunes, his heart, all preyed upon her mind until at reason was dethroned, -I know not how – length nature gave way to the weight of her and having passed several years in a terrible anguish, and her reason was gone forever.” state of insanity, he died. His cousin, a deaf Human nature is everywhere the same, and lady, is an inmate of the insane hospital. has been the same in all ages of the world. In regard to this unfortunate young lady, Let the parents of mute children ponder this. there is a tale of sorrow, which borders on James' sister, also deaf, died a few years the romantic. I must tell it, by way of illus- ago, highly honored and respected. She postrating the passions of the deaf and dumb af- sessed an uncommon share of mental strength. ter education. Lively and gay was Lydia, She sent a friend of mine, again and again, for so this lady was called, when I first saw some of the sweet producing of her genius. her at the institution. She was rather tall, She was a distinguished pupil of the gentlegood looking, with blue eyes, and of a com- man to whose instruction, next to Heaven, I plexion naturally lovely; and her constitu- am indebted for the little information I postion was delicate. Her parents were wealthy, sess. and lived in the sunny south. While in the ELLEN was the most intelligent girl that the institution, she kept up a regular correspond- | deaf and dumb institution of which I have ence with her friends. They never neglected the honor to be a member, ever produced, to write to her when marriages took place To a powerful mind she united graces of peramong her immediate relatives ; which natur- son and face; she was fair as any dream-visally enough led her to think of marriage. In ion of the painter. All who enjoyed the process of time she left the institution to live

pleasure of her conversation, concurred in with her parents.

saying that no woman made your heart bow “What has become of Lydia, madam,” | before a purity so divine. General Walker,

whose revolutionary movements in Nicaragua The Martyrs of the Prison Ships.
drew upon him the wrath of John Bull, fell
in love with her while he was editor of the

BY A. M. DANA, OF AMHERST COLLEGE. New Orleans Crescent, and would certainly have married her if she had not died. She

ied. She


On the eastern slope of the city of Brookwrote many letters, all of which were charac. | lyn, is an inlet from the East river which in terized by elegance of diction and delicacy of earlier times was well known as Wallabout sentiment. One of these, probably her best,

Bay, but is now occupied by one of our finest was published four or five years ago in the naval yards. To this Bay is attached a more Report of the Pennsylvania Institution for the

than historical interest, linked as it is with a Deaf and Dumb, and created no little sensa

chapter in our Revolutionary history, the aw. tion in literary circles. She lost her hearing

fulness of which has never yet been fully reat three years of age, and with it all memory

vealed. As the stranger visits this interesting of sound. Her widowed mother lives in New

spot, and stands on the well-washed decks of Orleans, surrounded with the luxuries of

the North Carolina, the receiving ship of the life. During the prevalence of the Asiatica

yard, his thoughts naturally recur to the cholera in that city, Ellen was attacked, and

scenes that there transpired. Volumes perexclaiming, “ Mother, I am dring,” expired. | haps might have been written on the heartThus died the most accomplished mute girl

sickening incidents that there took place, but in the United States. Gen. Walker published

history, as if fearing to unfold the awful rea short piece in his paper, the Crescent, pay

alities of that inhuman tragedy, makes but a ing an elegant tribute to her memory. Truly,

partial revelation. It is doubtless best death is at its work of mischief and destruc

that a veil of obscurity and ignorance, contion. My brother-in-law. who served in the ceals from public contemplation this black army of the United States as captain before

chapter of humanity's sufferings, lest sense his death, described Ellen as possessing a

and feeling reel under the frightful picture, versatility of talents, so rare in the deaf and

and the finer susceptibilities be blunted by the dumb world. Her forte lay in the dissection

unearthly revelations. of sentences. She was only twenty-four years

In 1776, and for six succeeding years, there of age when she passed from among us. Her.

was anchored at Wallabout Bay, several consuperior talents will ever be remembered by

demned hulks of the British, which were used those who had the pleasure of corresponding

for the reception and confinement of Ameriwith her. Her name stands high upon the

can prisoners of war. Ever since then they list of America's mute scholars, of whom I

have been more widely known as the Prison

Ships. From reliable statistics that have been may remark en passant, the number is very

furnished to the world, it is ascertained that small.

eleven thousand five hundred American pris

oners here met death — rendered worse than RHETORICAL FIGURE. — If you would have torture by the ravages of disease, the dreadan idea of the ocean in a storm, just imagine ful gnawings of hunger, and the miasma that four thousand hills and four thousand moun- their unutterable condition engendered. A tains, all drunk, chasing one another over large transport, the Whitby, was the first of newly-ploughed ground, with lots of caverns the Prison Ships anchored here. Four more in it for them to step into now and then. were soon after added, two of them the Hope and Falmouth, were hospital ships, as they This was but one day's experience in this were termed. In April, 1776, the Jersey, a black hole of despair and death. Conceive it British ship of line, was added to the num- repeated for weeks and months, and the dread ber. Her appearance was truly prison-like. reality is more fully apparent. Their food “ She was dismantled, her rudder unhung, consisted of the condemned provisions of her only spars a bowsprit and derrick for tak- British ships of war, putrid beef and pork, and ing in water. Her port-holes were closed, worm-eaten bread. Water, the smell of which and two tiers of small holes cut in her sides, | would have affected the degraded African, to admit but a meagre supply of light and air. called, as if in mockery, the relief water, was These were protected by transverse bars of iron their only drink, although in full sight of the to prevent all possibility of escape. It is sup- ship ran a fresh, pure stream, whose life-givposed that ten thousand American seamen ing draughts might have saved many precious perished in her during their confinement. lives. Yellow fever and the small pox seized Her outward appearance, stripped of all or- nearly all who were imprisoned, and the wild nament, corresponded but too well with the and incoherent ravings of delirium and temdespair, suffering and death that reigned with-poral insanity, rendered the place too awful in."

for human language to depict. The very felNo IIoward or angel of mercy ever visited low that had lain down by your side in appaher. Medical attendance was for a long time rent health the night before, was found as the unknown, and the poor victims courted death first faint gleams of the morning sun illumined as the only alleviation to a life too intolerable the dismal gloom, a cold corpse. As the to be borne. Says one of the early pastors of parched palates of the feverish prisoners, urgBerkely, Massachusetts, who was a prisonered them to cry for water, their irregular aton board for some time, “On the commence- tempts to ascend the hatchway, were met by ment of the first evening we were driven down the gleaming point of the bayonet, and when, to darkness between decks, secured by iron with the morning light, came the glad sumgratings and an armed soldiery. A scene of mons to ascend on deck, the night's work of horror which baffles description presented the King of Terrors was revoltingly revealed. itself. On every side wretched, desponding Boats filled with human corpses were seen shapes of men could be seen. Around the slowly moving towards the shore, and there well room an armed guard was forcing the amid the shifting and tide-washed sands, the prisoners to the winches, to clear the ship of common and shallow pit was filled to the top water and prevent her sinking, and little else with these human bodies, and slightly covercould be heard but a war of mutual execra- ed with sand, left for the returning water to tions, reproaches and insults. During this wash off, and generate the miasma that filled operation there was a small light admitted be the surrounding air. low, but it served only to make darkness

“ Each day at least six carcasses we bore, more visible and terrific. In my reflections,

And scratched them graves along the sandy shore, I said this must be a complete image and an

By feeble hands the feeble graves were made, ticipation of Ilell. Milton's description of the ve

niton s description of the No stone memorial on their corpses laid, dark world rushed on my mind,

In barren sands and far from home they lie, “Sights of woe,

No friend to shed a tear when passing by, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace

O'er the mean tombs insulting Britons tread, And rest can never dwell.""

Spurn at the sand and curse the rebel dead."

All the savage glut for vengeance and for which in either way sweeps the great city's blood, seemed here exhibited by those whom crowded population, it is designed as an education and nature had taught better. honor and a tribute to the memory of these “ Thousands there suffered and died whose noble martyrs. Still another is yet to be raisnames have never been known to their coun-ed on the highest eminence of the “ city of trymen. They died where no eye could wit- churches,” a crowning testimonial to their ness their fortitude, no tongue describe their memory. suffering or praise their devotion to their Now, where once those dreadful ships were country." And though no historic record of stationed, is anchored the receiving frigate of man's device has preserved their names, yet the yard; while instead of the boats that the patriot's God will not permit their secret | made their daily trips of death, is the ferry devotion to their country to pass forever un- | between the ship and shore, carrying over the revealed. This will be a part of the future's numerous strangers that visit this interesting just but awful revelations.

locality. On the once low shore, then the On May 26, 1808, under the auspices of the patriots' burying ground, are now the costly Tammany Society of New York, the entomb-docks, extensive ship-houses and machine ment of the tenants of these sandy graves shops. The din of busy life, and the rattle took place. Thirteen capacious coffins car- of machinery, with the music of the rippling ried the remaining relics of eleven thousand waters are now their only requiem. AmeriAmerican citizens and soldiers who perished on ca, truly, is rich in her graves. The memothe prison ships. The civic, military and naval ries of the noble dead should surely inspire bodies of the two cities joined in the funeral us, their descendants, with some of their arceremonies, while the glad sunshine was re- dor and devotion. Each precious life lost on flected from the numberless sails, that like the those ships of horror and woe, should solembanners of peace floated o'er the rippling wa-nize life into what it is — a battle ground of ters of New York Bay. The beating hearts truth. Though the trials and privations of thirty thousand spectators were the wit- of war are not our fortune, yet in the life nesses of the solemn pageant. The memories struggle of every freeman there is quite as recalled by the scene, rendered it solemn; much of self-denying effort and patient sufferwhile the hearts of the American soldiery felt ing. The idea of human freedom — the probanew the inspiration that had won their noble lem of self-government and the perpetuity of service.

our institution, are now the contests that in

voke our truest service. The past with its Near the Naval Yard that is an honor and

mighty dead — its sufferings and successes — a strength to the government for whose es- |

admonish us, the future with its bright hopes tablishment these victims gave their life, and

and expectations inspire us — an ornament to the city within whose precincts they perished, is the final grave of these “ Shrink not from the strife unequal! American martyrs. To-day, within the shad

With the best is always hope : ow of the lofty spire of the Trinity of New

And ever in the sequel, York, stands a monument whose chaste archi

God holds the right side up." tectural beauty arrests the attention of the passers by. Of the same style and material BE active in whatever field you choose to as the church itself, facing the street through labor.

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