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a blow. Her little child lies there sleeping. She is glad he is not old enough to know his father's shame. Sometimes she even prays the babe may die. She knows, were she taken away, how much it must suffer. Then, she remembers the time when its father was steady and kind and industrious, and she thinks of those who roll about in carriages, on the money taken from _her_ husband's pocket, and that of other poor victims like him. And then the angry flush mounts to her temples, and she says, "Is there _no law_ to punish these wicked rumsellers?" Poor thing! that wailing cry has gone up from Maine to Georgia--from many a houseless wife and shivering child! God hears it! I had rather be in _their_ place than the rumseller's. Well, now it is quite dark, and I must light my lamp and shut my shutters, or some of those folks may be peeping in and taking notes of _me_!--who knows? Wouldn't that be a joke? THE ENGLISH EMIGRANTS. It was very weary on ship board. Julien and Victor had spied out all there was to be seen the first week they set sail, and the sailors had told them all the stories they could possibly think of. Mrs. Adrian (their mother) was too sick to leave the cabin, and the little boys were getting very impatient to reach shore. How would America look? What sort of houses did they have there? What sort of children? Would they be good play-fellows? These were the things little Julien and Victor were thinking about. Their father was thinking of the price of provisions, and about house rent, and the probabilities of his finding customers for his tailoring work; and whether they should all have to live in the shop, and whether his sickly wife would thrive under the changeable climate, and whether they should make a _home_, or always be like "strangers in a strange land." And their mother; she was thinking of the gray-haired old father who had blessed her for the last time, and of the sunny homes of England, with their wealth of shrub and tree and blossom, and of a dear little girl whom she left sleeping in a quiet church-yard, between whom and herself the swift blue waves were building up a wall of separation. Land ho! shouted the old tars. Land ho! echoed the merry little boys. And this was America! this New-York! How very odd and strange everything was! How anxious the people all looked! How slender!--how pale!--and what a hurry they all seemed to be in! How they jostled about, as if th
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