It is said that many of the most respectable families of Carolina --
the Gourdines, Hugers, Trapiers, Postells, Horrys, &c. came over
in the same ship.

The next day, the clouds began to bank the eastern sky, and the winds
to whistle from the hills. Pleased with the darkly rippling waters,
the ready ship got home her anchors and loosed her sails.
Then wheeling before the freshening gale, she bid adieu to her native shores,
and on wings of wide-spread canvas, commenced her foaming course
for the western world.

But though mutual love and confidence in heaven were strong
in the bosoms of young Marion and his Louisa, yet could they not suppress
the workings of nature, which would indulge her sorrows
when looking back on the lessening shores; they beheld
dwindled to a point and trembling in the misty sky, that glorious land,
at once their own cradle and the sepulchre of their fathers.

Some natural tears they shed, but wiped them soon, for the earth
was all before them where to choose their place of rest;
and Providence their guide.

But Marion and Louisa did not leave their country empty handed.
Her Parents, 'tis supposed, gave Louisa money, but what sum,
after this long lapse of time, is uncertain. Nor does tradition say
for how much Marion sold his little farm. But it is well known
that on their arrival in Carolina, they went up into the country,
and bought a plantation on Goose Creek, near Charleston,
where their dust now sleeps, after a long life endeared by mutual love,