May the All-Father keep thy feet from hidden
thorns, strewing thy pathway only with the sweet flowers of innocence!
He had gone; and the heart of the Sea-flower echoed,--"he has gone;" the
very breeze which wafted him from home sighed "gone." Is there a heart
which never knew the tone?
CHAPTER IV.
WESTWARD HO!
"I hear the tread of pioneers,
Of nations yet to be;
The first low wash of waves, where soon
Shall roll a human sea."
J.G. WHITTIER.
"Far on the prairies of the West,
A lovely floweret grows;
With glowing pen, each traveller oft
Describes the Prairie Rose.
"For ages there alone it grew,
The prairie's gem and pride;
But now the Rose of Sharon fair
Is blooming at its side."
MRS. J.H. HANAFORD.
"Och, sure, mem, and it's meself that's afther a thinking that we shall
be raching good ould Ireland, from the ither side of this great Ameriky,
if we kape on."
"Have patience, Biddy, we shall be there to-morrow at this time; there
is nothing like keeping up good courage."
"Cabbage! mem, and it's meself has not seen a hapurth of a cabbage since
we stopped the last time, to get a bit to sustain hunger, sure; I think
mem, they must have rolled off, when the kitchen mirror and gridiron
dhraped down," said Biddy, desirous to atone in some way for the
disappearance of sundry heads of cabbage, which she had found means of
disposing of, even in its unprepared state, while buried among washtubs,
cheese-presses, and churns.
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