. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. l people! progress! each one living to outdothe other, ro-day an alderman, to-morrowin the penitentiary; to-day my Lady ofLynne, to-morrow |ohn o the Scales!wife I Tommy had an idea of what his lugii brious acquaintance meant to saw thouglthe hitters wisdom was rather above hiintellectual .stature. ?• We have no castles in America, saidTommy. Castles! No; an American famil]could not keep a castle: it would be so]in five years for a mill. Tommys face was always very briglalter talking with the Frenchman, huthened out during the i
. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. l people! progress! each one living to outdothe other, ro-day an alderman, to-morrowin the penitentiary; to-day my Lady ofLynne, to-morrow |ohn o the Scales!wife I Tommy had an idea of what his lugii brious acquaintance meant to saw thouglthe hitters wisdom was rather above hiintellectual .stature. ?• We have no castles in America, saidTommy. Castles! No; an American famil]could not keep a castle: it would be so]in five years for a mill. Tommys face was always very briglalter talking with the Frenchman, huthened out during the interview withhis English friend. lie usually retirejorted from the latter, to seek comfort in the steerage from thelively Italians fiddle. I h< - abright girl on board, named Agnes, — the daughter of« itleman, who was going abroad for a year. She was a socia -; witty. ye\ polite; speaking to every one freely, without heinj intt On the evening of the sixth day, nearly all the passengers were iithe saloon. Agnes was asked to sing. She winningly said,—. -^ ON THE ATLANTIC. 57 I will do my best, if agreeable to all. She asked to be excused amoment, and presently returned with a broad-rimmed hat and a basket,and wandering carelessly up and down the saloon sang The BeggarGirl. Over the mountain, and over the and barefoot I wander father is dead and my mother is she grieves for the days that will never return. Pity, kind gentlefolk. Friends of blows the blast and nights coming on; O give me some food For my mother, for charity ;Give me food for my mother, and I will be gone. Agnes presented her basket to one and another of the passengers,as if to solicit contributions as the song went on. All were pleasedwith the diversion, and it was proposed to have some other amusementsduring the evening. Agnes arranged some impromptu charades: one on Ingratiate (ingrey she ate); another on Cowhiding (cow hiding, in which she per-sonated a mil
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