along with me, and when you mentioned the t'other's name, you see, he
couldn't stand it.'" And the honest Captain's own eyes filled with tears,
as he turned and looked towards the object of his compassion.

Mr. Trail assumed a lugubrious countenance befitting the tragic
compliment with which he prepared to greet the young Virginian; but the
latter answered him very curtly, declined his offers of hospitality, and
only stayed in Mr. Trail's house long enough to drink a glass of wine and
to take up a sum of money of which he stood in need. But he and Captain
Franks parted on the very warmest terms, and all the little crew of the
Young Rachel cheered from the ship's side as their passenger left it.

Again and again Harry Warrington and his brother had pored over the
English map, and determined upon the course which they should take upon
arriving at Home. All Americans who love the old country--and what
gently-nurtured man or woman of Anglo-Saxon race does not?--have ere this
rehearsed their English travels, and visited in fancy the spots with
which their hopes, their parents' fond stories, their friends'
descriptions, have rendered them familiar. There are few things to me
more affecting in the history of the quarrel which divided the two great
nations than the recurrence of that word Home, as used by the younger
towards the elder country. Harry Warrington had his chart laid out.
Before London, and its glorious temples of St. Paul's and St. Peter's;
its grim Tower, where the brave and loyal had shed their blood, from
Wallace down to Balmerino and Kilmarnock, pitied by gentle hearts; before
the awful window of Whitehall, whence the martyr Charles had issued, to
kneel once more, and then ascend to Heaven;--before Playhouses, Parks,
and Palaces, wondrous resorts of wit, pleasure, and splendour;--before
Shakspeare's Resting-place under the tall spire which rises by Avon,
amidst the sweet Warwickshire pastures;--before Derby, and Falkirk, and