“And most of all in coming to an old, historical country like this, that we have always known in imagination, and never in reality. But look, uncle! do not let us lose the features of this sweet scene! It will be a picture in our mind’s eye for many coming years. See, away there on the horizon, crowning the most distant of the visible hills, a cluster of old, gray ruins—the remains of some medieval castle or monastery! And look a little further down. See the mossy huts, dotted about at long intervals, half hidden in dells and thickets, and under great trees; and nearer still, the town with its glittering spires and its forest of shipping!” “Yes, my dear, the ninth century and the nineteenth are brought together in this view!” Here the old man felt a pair of tenacious little claws fasten themselves upon his leg, and a shrill, tiny voice sing out: “Untle Danpa! Untle Danpa Dennel!” And, turning, he saw and lifted up little Lenny. Little Lenny’s language needs translating. He called or tried to call every one around him by the names he heard them call each other. Thus, with him, Drusilla was called “Doosil;” Anna, “Nannan;” Dick, “Dit;” while General Lyon, who was variously called uncle, grandpa, or General, was “Untle Danpa” or even Untle “Danpa Deneral.” “Well, my little man, what do you want?” inquired the General, smiling on the child. “Hee, hee!” cried Lenny, pointing to the shore. “Mate Doosil tate Lenny home.” “Make Drusil ‘take Lenny home?’ Why where is home?” “Dere, dere! Mate Doosil tate Lenny home!” “That’s not home!” “Yet tid too! Mate Doosil tate Lenny home, _dit minute_!” “You peremptory little despot! what do you mean?” “Oh, uncle, you know ever since Lenny lost sight of land, he has been abroad; now he sees it again, he thinks it is home!” said Drusilla, smiling on the child. Little Leonard, with his father’s features inherited much of his father’s self-will; and so he soon became both obstreperous and vociferous in his demands to be taken home. “Mamma will take Lenny over there presently,” said Drusilla soothingly, as she took the child in her arms. “You know, uncle, our steamer will lie here until this afternoon, and we shall have time to go on shore for an hour or so,” she added turning to the veteran. “Yes, I suppose Anna and Dick would like it. I know I should. And—ah; here they come now!” said the General, as his niece and nephew appeared upon the deck. “What a charming view!” exclaimed Anna. “It is like Fairyland!” cried Dick. “Come, come! none of that now you know! We’ve had enough of it! Here’s Drusa been singing its praises ever since I came to her side. And there, thank goodness, there’s the breakfast bell! Come down now, and praise the company’s cook! Two weeks’ trial has proved him to be incomparable,” said the General, leading the way to the saloon. After breakfast, the party got ready to go on shore.