The general destitution, the famine, sickness and death, which had poured such misery and desolation over the land, left, as might be expected, their terrible traces behind them.

Indeed the sufferings which a year of famine and disease--and they usually either accompany or succeed each other--inflicts upon the multitudes of poor, are such as no human pen could at all describe, so as to portray a picture sufficiently faithful to the dreary and death-like spirit which should breath in it.

Upon the occasion we write of, nothing met you, go where you might, but suffering, and sorrow, and death, to which we may add, tumult, and crime, and bloodshed.

Scarcely a family but had lost one or more.
Every face you met was an index of calamity, and bore upon it the unquestionable impressions of struggle and hardship.

Cheerfulness and mirth had gone, and were forgotten.