Oh, Amy—my baby—boy and manly love—shall I ever see you more? Did the rolling, rocking, surging waves of the mad Callicoon cast you on some friendly shore? Have you, like me, found a protector? Are you, like me, hoping, praying, trusting, that your Walt is alive, and that some day we shall meet again? Noble, generous girl. It would be treason against nature and the laws of love to doubt you. Yes dear Amy, you live. I feel it. Something tells me—I know not what—that you love and pray for me. May God grant my prayer, that your prayer may be answered, that we may be in fact, as we are in heart, “twain one flesh.” Thus did Walter pass his last night on shore, communing with his thoughts about that which occupied his whole soul. Promptly at the time appointed, Captain Davis and wife called. This is Mrs. Davis, my wife, and this is Mr Wallace, the young man that is to accompany us. Mrs. Davis extended her hand and said: I am happy to meet you, Mr. Wallace. I have heard the Captain speak so much of you, that I fell in love before I saw you. I am afraid that I shall make the Captain jealous before the voyage is over. No danger of that, humorously replied the Captain, at least the love would be all on one side. Walter’s heart is steeled against feminine charms and womanly affection. If I am rightly informed, his affections are bestowed on a female cat. Walter’s eyes flashed fire. Davis discovered his mistake, and added: But I am also informed that the cat is a keepsake or namesake of his boyish love. Well, well. I suppose I used to have some such feelings toward you, when I was a boy. Where is this wonderful cat? asked Mrs. Davis. Here, said Sambo, dropping the cat at her feet. Dis ’ere, be Miss Ame. Beautiful! lovely! charming! exclaimed Mrs. Davis. Now, Mrs. Davis, exclaimed the Captain, don’t you fall in love with that cat: If you do there will be war in the cabin. And I will be the victor, if there is anything in numbers. I have two or three now. Bang! Bang! Bang! That is the signal for all on board, exclaimed Davis authoritatively. Now, Mr. Webb, please walk with me. Walter will accompany my wife, and you, Sambo, escort the cat. The parties started for the wharf in the order indicated. As the party left the door, Mrs. Davis took Walter’s arm. This was embarrassing for him, as he had always held himself aloof of their company, and what little he had seen of them in society had not favorably impressed him. In fact, his _Ideal_ of woman was centered on one he had not seen for years and perhaps he would never see again. Mrs. Davis attributed his silence to the fact that he was leaving his home and the scenes of his childhood to go, he knew not where, and for the purpose of awakening him, said: Mr. Wallace, you must not feel so sad at this parting. I am sure that you will be pleased with the ocean voyage, and before we return, you will have an opportunity to see most of the cities of the world.