The man I hoped to meet was, when I saw him last, a little man with red hair; but the individual who answered the summons of the shop boy, was a man about six feet in his stockings, with dark hair and a long black beard. I saw at a glance, that the grocer who had emigrated from Dublin and the man before me were not identical, but entirely different individuals. "Well, my lad, what do you want?" asked the tall proprietor of the shop, looking down on me with a glance of curious inquiry. "Nothing," I stammered out, perhaps more confused than I had ever been before. "Then what have you had me called for?" he asked, in a tone that did little to aid me in overcoming my embarrassment. After much hesitation and stammering, I explained to him that from seeing his name over the door, I had hoped to find a man of the same name, with whom I had been acquainted in Ireland, and who had emigrated to America. "Ah!" said he, smiling ironically. "My father's great-grandfather came over to America about two hundred and fifty years ago. His name was John Sullivan. Perhaps you mean him?" I had nothing to say in answer to this last interrogation, and was turning to leave the shop. "Stop my lad!" cried the grocer. "I don't want to be at the trouble of having come downstairs for nothing. Supposing I was the John Sullivan you knew--what then?" "Then you would tell me what I should do," I answered, "for I have neither home, friends, nor money." In reply to this, the tall shopkeeper commenced submitting me to a sharp examination--putting his queries in a tone that seemed to infer the right to know all I had to communicate. After obtaining from me the particulars relative to my arrival in the country, he gave me his advice in exchange. It was, to return instanter to the ship from which I had deserted. I told him that this advice could not be favourably received, until I had been about three days without food. My rejoinder appeared to cause a change in his disposition towards me. "William!" said he, calling out to his shop-assistant, "can't you find something for this lad to do for a few days?" William "reckoned" that he could. Mr Sullivan then returned upstairs; and I, taking it for granted that the thing was settled, hung up my hat. The grocer had a family, living in rooms adjoining the shop. It consisted of his wife and two children--the eldest a girl about four years of age. I was allowed to eat at the same table with themselves; and soon became well acquainted with, and I believe well liked by, them all. The little girl was an eccentric being, even for a child; and seldom said a word to anyone. Whenever she did speak, she was sure to make use of the phrase, "God help us!"