When we have selected a party of emigrants whom we believe to be sufficiently prepared to settle on the land which has been got ready for them in the Colony over Sea,it will be no dismal expatriation which will await them.No one who has ever been on the West Coast of Ireland when the emigrants were departing,and has heard the dismal wails which arise from those who are taking leave of each other for the last time on earth,can fail to sympathise with the horror excited in many minds by the very word emigration.But when our party sets out,there will be no violent wrenching of home ties.In our ship we shall export them all--father,mother,and children.The individuals will be grouped in families,and the families will,on the Farm Colony,have been for some months past more or less near neighbours,meeting each other in the field,in the workshops,and in the Religious Services.
It will resemble nothing so much as the unmooring of a little piece of England,and towing it across the sea to find a safe anchorage in a sunnier clime.The ship which takes out emigrants will bring back the produce of the farms,and constant travelling to and fro will lead more than ever to the feeling that we and our ocean-sundered brethren are members of one family.
No one who has ever crossed the ocean can have failed to be impressed with the mischief that comes to emigrants when they are on their way to their destination.Many and many a girl has dated her downfall from the temptations which beset her while journeying to a land where she had hoped to find a happier future "Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do,"and he must have his hands full on board an emigrant ship.Look into the steerage at any time,and you will find boredom inexpressible on every face.
The men have nothing to do,and an incident of no more importance than the appearance of a sail upon the distant horizon is an event which makes the whole ship talk.I do not see why this should be so.
Of course,in the case of conveying passengers and freight,with the utmost possible expedition,for short distances,it would be idle to expect that either time or energies could be spared for the employment or instruction of the passengers.But the case is different when,instead of going to America,the emigrant turns his face to South Africa or remote Australia.Then,even with the fastest steamers,they must remain some weeks or months upon the high seas.The result is that habits of idleness are contracted,bad acquaintances are formed,and very often the moral and religious work of a lifetime is undone.
To avoid these evil consequences,I think we should be compelled to have a ship of our own as soon as possible.A sailing vessel might be found the best adapted for the work.Leaving out the question of time,which would be of very secondary importance with us,the construction of a sailing ship would afford more space for the accommodation of emigrants and for industrial occupation,and would involve considerably less working expenses,besides costing very much less at the onset,even if we did not have one given to us,which I should think would be very probable.
All the emigrants would be under the charge of Army Officers,and instead of the voyage being demoralising,it would be made instructive and profitable.From leaving London to landing at their destination,every colonist would be under watchful oversight,could receive instruction in those particulars where they were still needing it,and be subjected to influences that would be beneficial everyway.
