Locomotive, Volume 8, Number 9, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 April 1849 — Page 1

BREVITY IS THE SOUL. OF WIT. VOL, VIII. CITY OF INDIAKAPOLIS, SATUKDAY, APHIL 28, 1849 No. 9.

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"Shall we recognise our earthly friends -in Heaven?" . - Published by Request. . Is it wrong to wish to see them Who were dear to us on earth; ; ; Who have gone to heavenly mansions - Who surround a brighter hearth? Is it wrong to mourn their absence From the parting household band ? ; , - : Should we check the sigh of sadness, ; ,

Though they're in a better land ? Is it wrong to hope to meet them Yet, upon that blessed shore , . And with songs of joy to greet them, , When the toil of life is o'er ? . . Is it wrong to think them nearer Than the many of the blest, Who to us on earth were strangers ; Must we love them like the rest ? - I've a daughter up in heaven ! And oh tell me if ye will . Will the daughter know the mother, Will she recollect her still 1 Can she look down from those windows To this dark and distant shore? . Will she know when I am coming? ,-' , , Will she meet me at the door? - .'' Shall I see her lovely features, Shall I hear her pleasant words ? -Sounding o'er my spirit's harp strings, Like the. melody of birds ? And I think me of another -, Of a darling Utile one, Who went up among the angels Ere his life had scarce begun. Oh I long once more to meet him - . And to hold him in my arms, -As I did when he was with us, With his thousand budding charms. -And will Death alone unfold us All about the Christian's home? Must we pass the " narrow valley," , Ere we view the glory dome ? Ah! 'tis true ; the soul must suffer I And be bowed with anguish d6vvn, Ere 'tis fitted for its dwelling, Ere 'tis ready for its crown. And ten thousand are the emotions Crowding round the aching heart, When its weary strings are breaking And it longs but to depart. Then oh ! thou blessed Saviour, Let us love without alloy ; Thou wilt meet and thou wilt bless us, - Thou wilt give us perfect joy. How True ! The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither will yield unsown.

The Return of SpringBy Margaret ' Belches. " Let us wander forth,' for the Spring winds sigh . And the green Earth smiles 'neath the azure sky. On the clear expanse no trace is seen. . r. . ... Where the wintry storm and clouds have been ; There is life and health in the forest bowers, The leaves burst forth with the Spring's bright

flowers

The snow-drop pale and the primrose fair,' Adorn the earth with their beauty rare. : There is joy in the sound of the laughing rills In the bleating of the sheep on the Verdant hills ; And the insect tribe, with noisy mirth, . Come forth to rejoice with the wak'ning Earth.' The deer comes forth from each lonely dell, With the timorous hare from his rocky cell, . And they bound away o'er hill and lea With gladsome step and heart of gleo. There is light and song in grove and glade, And the merry voice of the bright cascade,

And joyous birds on their light wings free

Make the woodlands ring with their minstresly.

Though we wander forth and gaze aborad

On the great and beautiful works ot (jrod ; ' A shade of grief on bur hearts must dwell For the missing ones we love so well ' ','. Voices whose tones we shall hear no more : , Thrilling our hearts to their inmost core. . Smiles there have been that like sunbeams fell, Weaving around us a holly spell. They are gone ! they are gone ! they have vanish 'd all, - . ', ; Shrouded in gloom 'neath the 'funeral pall! And alas! fair Spring ! your flowers must wave Their fragrant breath o'er many a grave. But why do we weep with our hope and our stay, When earth in its beauty has vanished away, We know that the souls of the righteous shall shine With a lustre undimmed by the changes of Time. Indiana Institute for the Education of the Blind. t"

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Correction. Messrs Editors. The article in your paper 4 week since, vvriten by me, giving a conversation between a son of temperance and a drunkard, stating that he bought hats at a store in this city, and was taken into the back room and treated, I am now convinced that the ; fact, a 3 related to me by the drunkard, was entirely without foundation. I wish to make this correction, as I am informed suspicion has laid on a house that is entirely innocent. , .'. ; - ' ' ' Jack.

INDEPENDENCE MO. APRIL 12, '49. MESSRS. EDITORS—We arrived at the landing distant from this place near three miles, and were put out in the mud and rain, and there being no accommodations, we were compelled to carry our

freight and baggage up the bank of the river, bringing us sometimes to our knees in mud. This landing is certainly one of the most miserable places I have ever seen; it alone is enough to dishearten or discourage any one to be landed as we were. However, we went through it safely, and are now encamped about four miles from here on the Santa-Fe Road. We had to go this distance from town in

order to obtain food for our mules, and water convenient. Independence is rather a pretty place, with a population of about 1500. It is surrounded by a beautiful rolling, country, rich and productive. The streets at this time around the square are as throng as our own Washington street. Here can be had every thing, necessary for the California

emigrant, at fairer prices than at Cincinati [sic], Louisville or St. Louis. Mules are selling here every day from 50 to $75 (we purchased ours in St. Louis at $78). Wagons are t the most difficult article to be found. The workmen cannot put them up as fast as the demand. I purchased one to-day at $100. The articles of bread, bacon, flour, clothing, &c., can be had at the same prices, as at either of the above places, thereby saving the transportation and trouble, which is no small item. There are now en-camped in and around here about three thousand persons, and hundreds of others arriving daily, all bound for the gold diggins. There probably will be some 10,000 leave here this spring; a number have become discouraged and are returning home. So far, our boys appear eager for the chase, although we have had enough to discourage us; a number of them have been sick, myself among the rest. Sam. Dunlop has been very sick but is recovering. A number of the emigrants have gone, and others going in a few days for the Kanzas river, about 60 miles from here, where grass and grain are more plentiful, and where they expect to remain until the grass is sufficient for the mules and oxen to subsist on. The great number of mules and oxen that have been brought here has made

grain very scarce, we think of leaving about the 20th at least, to go where we can find something for our stock, which we understand can be had at the

settlement 20 miles west of this. Our final start will be about the 1st or 10th of May.

Those persons that leave home with $150 or

$200, to start on this trip, will find themselves very much mistaken. It is nothing but money, money,

from the time a person leaves home. I see Mr.

Frazier is here taking likenesses, but I presume

the business is not as good as at home.

Our trip from St. Louis to this place was any

thing but an agreeable one. The boat that we came

up on, (Mary Blane) was certainly one of the dirtiest and most filthy concerns I ever saw. The officers were anything but accommodating, the waiters and stewards no better. The captain and clerk got

into a quarrel; clerk knocked the captain down. A vote of the passengers was taken whether the clerk should be put ashore or not. Decided in the affir-

mative. There was on board a company from Steubenville O., certainly the hardest set of cases I ever saw. If this is the kind of society we are to

have in California, it is not the place I wish to re-

main at. Steubenville certainly took a good vomit when she sent off this crowd.

We had quite a laugh on one of the deck hands

of the (Mary Blane), an Irishman. One of our

mules helped himself to the supper Paddy had set

out for himself, while he stepped aside to get some <tea>.