He was a thorough disciple of the peace
movement. With such views as these, his sympathies naturally reverted to
the dwelling of the departed hero; to the home rendered desolate by the
untimely death of a father; to the circle which gathered in tears around
the fire-side, to deplore the loss of an affectionate brother and son;
to the widow and the orphan, whom war's desolating hand cast into the
world to tread alone its dreary path. To Uncle Nathan victory and defeat
were alike the messengers of woe. Both were the death-knell of human
beings; both carried weeping and wailing to women and children.
After the last box of the pile had been conveyed on board, and
preparations were making to cast off, the reflections of hero and
moralist were disturbed by several long, loud vociferations, in a strong
Hibernian accent. They proceeded from a man, dressed in the tattered
remnants of the blue army uniform, who was industriously propelling a
wheel-barrow towards the landing, on which was a box of similar
description to those just embarked.
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