Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twenty-Five
(1896)
“ The night of the 22nd was very rough, the ship rolling a great deal, and on that night our little one was born. The sun rose from the land on the 24th to take possession of an almost cloudless sky. The line of coast continued to lengthen till it stretched either way as far as the eye could reach in the bland and beautiful sunlight. ”
Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twenty-Five
(1896)
“ I often wish my father was here with me now, that I could provide for him in comfort, for I feel so lonely in this land of strangers. Yet there is something so heart-sickening in one's being an exile, that I am afraid to hold out encouragement to anyone to leave their native land. ”
Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twenty-Five
(1896)
“ I rejoice to think that things do not appear to change for the worse at home, though I am afraid they get but little better. I scarcely know what feeling in me is strongest when I read your kind proposal to send us things from England: gratitude for or admiration of your affectionate generosity. ”
