Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twelve
(1896)
“ Beloved father and mother, I feel as if they were already in their graves. A father and mother bowed down with years of affliction, and steeped in poverty and wretchedness. The very thought seems to make me unhappy for ever, when I know that half the circumference of the globe will shortly lie between us. ”
Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twelve
(1896)
“ The very name of Birmingham will no longer meet my eye, except when I unconsciously write it on some part of the ship that bears me over the beaming waters, or on some gloomy tree in the wilderness of Australia. I shall hear no more of Birmingham except from my own tongue, or from my weeping wife's, when we think of those dear friends who live there, and of those angel-infants of our own, who sleep there in their little graves. ”
Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twelve
(1896)
“ If we go alone (and they will not take my brother unless he can pay for his son's passage) , the thought of you will be all we shall have to relieve us from our loneliness, and that thought will be mingled with the last of our lives, should we meet with a watery grave. ”
