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A TOUCHING SCENE. The Newtown (Md.) Gazette says: The steamer Tangier last Saturday landed at our wharf a negro woman who had been sold "way down South" some twenty years ago. She belonged to the Rush estate, and her father and mother, whose heads are silvered with the frosts of many winters, have remained on the farm ever since. During the war they lost all traces of their daughter, and gave her up for lost. In the past few years, however, communication was restored between parents and child, and it has been the one grand hope of their declining years to once more see their daughter. Recently they received a letter from her at New Orleans, saying that she would soon start for this place. For the past few weeks every boat day the old couple could be seen in town peering with eager eyes at the faces of the passengers as the boats would reach the wharf. A shad of silent disappointment, and anon a tear, could be seen upon their wrinkled faces when the found she was not aboard. But last Saturday they were not disappointed. As the boat neared the wharf a buxom, comely mulatto waved a handkerchief at the old couple. Pen cannot describe the joy of the party when the woman finally found herself in the arms of her parents. The old lady executed a half-shout, half-fandango, skip around, and the old man stood on his head, and the "hour of jubilee" was on that wharf for many minutes. It was one of the most touching incidents we ever witnessed.
A TOUCHING SCENE. The Newtown (Md.)  
Gazette says: The steamer Tangier last Saturday  
landed at our wharf a negro woman who  
had been sold "way down South" some twenty  
years ago. She belonged to the Rush estate,  
and her father and mother, whose heads are silvered  
with the frosts of many winters, have remained  
on the farm ever since. During the war  
they lost all traces of their daughter, and gave  
her up for lost. In the past few years, however,  
communication was restored between parents  
and child, and it has been the one grand  
hope of their declining years to once more see  
their daughter. Recently they received a letter  
from her at New Orleans, saying that she would  
soon start for this place. For the past few  
weeks every boat day the old couple could be  
seen in town peering with eager eyes at the  
faces of the passengers as the boats would reach  
the wharf. A shad of silent disappointment,  
and anon a tear, could be seen upon their  
wrinkled faces when the found she was not  
aboard. But last Saturday they were not disappointed.  
As the boat neared the wharf a  
buxom, comely mulatto waved a handkerchief  
at the old couple. Pen cannot describe the joy  
of the party when the woman finally found herself  
in the arms of her parents. The old lady  
executed a half-shout, half-fandango, skip  
around, and the old man stood on his head, and  
the "hour of jubilee" was on that wharf for  
many minutes. It was one of the most touching  
incidents we ever witnessed.

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A TOUCHING SCENE. The Newtown (Md.) Gazette says: The steamer Tangier last Saturday landed at our wharf a negro woman who had been sold "way down South" some twenty years ago. She belonged to the Rush estate, and her father and mother, whose heads are silvered with the frosts of many winters, have remained on the farm ever since. During the war they lost all traces of their daughter, and gave her up for lost. In the past few years, however, communication was restored between parents and child, and it has been the one grand hope of their declining years to once more see their daughter. Recently they received a letter from her at New Orleans, saying that she would soon start for this place. For the past few weeks every boat day the old couple could be seen in town peering with eager eyes at the faces of the passengers as the boats would reach the wharf. A shad of silent disappointment, and anon a tear, could be seen upon their wrinkled faces when the found she was not aboard. But last Saturday they were not disappointed. As the boat neared the wharf a buxom, comely mulatto waved a handkerchief at the old couple. Pen cannot describe the joy of the party when the woman finally found herself in the arms of her parents. The old lady executed a half-shout, half-fandango, skip around, and the old man stood on his head, and the "hour of jubilee" was on that wharf for many minutes. It was one of the most touching incidents we ever witnessed.