r emigrants, there were upwards of seventy diamonds from the Beehive
in Spitalfields on their way to seek their fortunes in the lands that
are watered by such grand fresh-water seas as Lakes Superior and Huron
and Michigan and Ontario, and such rivers as the Ottawa and the Saint
Lawrence.

Robert Frog and Tim Lumpy were among those boys, so changed for the
better in a few months that, as the former remarked, "their own mothers
wouldn't know 'em," and not only improved in appearance, but in spirit,
ay, and even to some small extent in language--so great had been the
influence for good brought to bear on them by Christian women working
out of love to God and souls.

"Ain't it lovely?" said Tim.

"Splendacious!" replied Bob.

The reader will observe that we did not say the language had, at that
time, been _much_ improved! only to some small extent.

"I've seen pictur's of 'em, Bob," said Tim, leaning his arms on the
vessel's bulwarks as he gazed on the sleeping sea, "w'en a gen'l'man
came to George Yard with a magic lantern, but I never thought they was
so big, or that the holes in 'em was so blue."

"Nor I neither," said Bob.

They referred, of course, to the iceberg, the seams and especially the
caverns in which graduated from the lightest azure to the deepest
indigo.

"Why, I do believe," continued Bobby, as the haze grew a little thinner,
"that there's rivers of water runnin' down its sides, just like as if it
was a mountain o' loaf-sugar wi' the fire-brigade a-pumpin' on it. An'
see, there's waterfalls too, bigger I do b'lieve than the one I once saw
at a pantomime."

"Ay, an' far prettier too," said Tim.

Bobby Frog did not quite see his way to assent to that. The waterfalls
on the iceberg were bigger, he admitted, than those in the pantomime,
but then, there was not so much glare and glitter around them.

"An' I'm fond of glare an' glitter," he remarked, with a glance at his
friend.

"So am I, Bob, but--"

At that instant the dinner-bell rang, and the eyes of both glittered--
they almost glared--as they turned and made for the companion-hatch, Bob
exclaiming, "Ah, that's the thing that _I'm_ fond of; glare an'
glitter's all wery well in its way, but it can't 'old a candle to grub!"

Timothy Lumpy seemed to have no difference of opinion with his friend on
that point. Indeed the other sixty-eight boys seemed to be marvellously
united in sentiment about it, for, without an exception, they responded