And in her heart she wished that she could be near them also; for she could not know that they had the worst situation while she had the best, or that they would be harrassed by every motion of the ship, while she would scarcely feel it at all. Dick and Anna smiled and enjoyed her “bliss of ignorance.” Having thus inspected their future quarters, they left the steamer and returned to the hotel. Drusilla had been feeling a little secret anxiety on the subject of her boy. But Master Lenny had neither been stolen, run over, choked, bumped, or injured in any other of the ways she had feared for him. He was quite safe, and full of a subject which he called “moodick” and “yed toat;” and which Drusa interpreted to mean a brass band attached to a marine corps that had been playing in the park to Lenny’s great delight. That evening our party went to the opera. The next day they visited the public institutions on the islands in East River. And thus with sight-seeing or shopping all day long, and going to some place of amusement in the evening, they passed the time until Saturday. On that morning, at about ten o’clock, they embarked on board the Hurona, and took up their quarters in the state-rooms already described. The Hurona sailed at twelve noon. And after a voyage of ten days, which was so calm, pleasant and uneventful as to leave no incident worth recording, the Hurona reached the shores of the Old World. CHAPTER XIV. ARRIVAL. Britain! America! Mother and child, Be heartily, happily, reconciled. Look to the world around; Stricken by frenzy, with guilt defiled, A storm-tossed ship in the surges wild, Soon to be wrecked and drowned! Mother and daughter against the world. Under your peaceful flags unfurled, Rights may rally at length; While Earth’s hurricane, inwardly curled Spent with ruin of wrongs down-hurled Weakens and wastes its strength.—M. P. T. To see for the first time the shores of the old world! It is indeed like coming to another world! like entering into another life! Have we died? Was the vast sheet of water we passed the River of Death? And is the land we see before us the abode of departed spirits? If so, is it Hades, or Elysium? It looks more like Elysium! So mused Drusilla as she stood dreamily leaning over the bulwarks of the Hurona, and gazing on the lovely shores of the Emerald Isle, all glittering in the beams of the rising sun, as the ship approached the beautiful Cove of Cork.