they come, when they read of the marvelous fortunes made in the new
world; of Mackay a penniless boy in the old world, worth fifty
millions at middle life in America; A.T. Stewart peddling lace at
twenty, a merchant prince at fifty; Carnegie a poor Scotch lad at
eighteen, a half billionaire at seventy. These with many more such
results on a smaller scale, rainbow the sky that spans the sea, and
from the other end, this end is seen pouring its gold and greatness
into the lap of the land of the free. So they come, and though they do
not find all they expected, they do find far more here than they left
behind, and writing letters back over the ocean, they set others wild
with a desire to live in America. Many of them are excellent people;
their children go into our public schools and come out with ours, one
in thought, one in purpose, one in feeling. A little boy in Chicago
said:

"Papa, you were born in England?"

"Yes."

"And mama was born in Scotland?"

"Yes."

"And you had a king at the head of your armies?"

"Yes."

"Well! _we_ licked you all the same."

The children of our foreign born citizens in our public schools are