Deck and port; or, Incidents of a cruise in the United States frigate Congress to California . s monu-ment I encountered a youthful mother in weeds,leading her little orphan boy. She carried a bunchof flowers in her hand, and as she came near a new-made grave, kneeled down at its head, and plantedthem there. Her child kissed them, but when sheattempted it her silent tears fell fast on their tenderleaves. A bird lit on the tree, which cast itsshadows mi the grave, and poured a wild Bstrain as if to wean the mourner from her grief; but SKETCHES OF VALPARAISO. 215 she heeded it not. Her child tur
Deck and port; or, Incidents of a cruise in the United States frigate Congress to California . s monu-ment I encountered a youthful mother in weeds,leading her little orphan boy. She carried a bunchof flowers in her hand, and as she came near a new-made grave, kneeled down at its head, and plantedthem there. Her child kissed them, but when sheattempted it her silent tears fell fast on their tenderleaves. A bird lit on the tree, which cast itsshadows mi the grave, and poured a wild Bstrain as if to wean the mourner from her grief; but SKETCHES OF VALPARAISO. 215 she heeded it not. Her child turned and listened;her eye fell on his; she heard the bird. Naturetriumphs over bereavements through those we loveand who still survive. Tuesday, March 17. The Indian mother still ad-heres to the primitive method of carrying her of supporting it in her arms, with the unhealthful inclination of person which a burden therewill always induce, she tosses it on her back, into thebunt of her shawl, and walks off erect as the Indianstree, which stood up so straight it leaned When hunger overtakes it she will feel a slight pullon one of the long braids in which her hair fails overils form ; and when she takes it out of this travellingcradle to nurse it, there is something new and freshin its first look : true, it has not been out of her sight 216 DECK AND PORT. for more than an hour, but this with a mother is along time. But her heart is now running over withhappiness, So deep and vital is the joy That thrills a mothers breast,Clasping her infant, blue-eyed boy From out his cradled rest Many attempts have been made to introduce theBible into Chili. Our countryman, Mr. Wheelwright,who now has a flourishing school in Valparaiso, suc-ceeded in distributing a number of copies in theSpanish language among the people of Quillota. Butthe priests forbade their being read, and doomed themto the flames. They were brought out and burnt inpresence of the assembled multitude.
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