SUNDAY 17th
One year from Home
This week has been very Stormy indeed, it has rained and Snowed together five days rendering work out of the question. One year ago the 12th of this Month we Set Sail from the City of New York (last Tuesday) how well we remember the time and how many thoughts are Stired by the recollection there of, the parting with friends, the last Sight of our Native home etc. Time waits for no man, how true. A year has already gone, and what a change from friends near, and home ever Dear. we was born, or wafted by the winds of heaven, far off upon the restless bosom, of the boisterous Ocean, preserved by the grace of God, from dangers Seen and unseen and finally landed in a distant land, and a Strange Country. And what for, Gold! Yes Gold, what Sacrefices Men make what risks they run for gold, home Friends honor Life and to complete their ruin they hazard their Souls all for Gold……..Let Me be the Poor Man at the rich Mans Gate that I may at last rest in Abrahams Bosom, rather than possess riches and at last go down to the grave and have it to Say, the harvest is past the Summer is ended and my Soul is not Saved.