your sympathy and your pocket-book and send off all
the missionaries you can to do the work? I pray that you will, and God
will reward you in Heaven and down here He will keep the days of your
life sweet in splendid memory that you have done your part in the
salvation of all mankind.

The opportunity may occur again to discourse this very heart aching
subject. Now, as we approach the colossus of Liberty, Miss Maria Rose
made her morning appearance and before we all could exchange the "Bon
Jour" salutations to her, she gracefully grasped the gentleman from
Boston by the arm and walking up and down the bridge with soldierly
step, began in an apparently joyful voice to sing, audibly "My Country
'tis of thee, sweet land of Liberty" and just as she was getting more
enthusiastic in her song, the gentleman from Boston uttered a loud cry
"Strawberries--fresh strawberries," and as by explosion a heartiest
laughter went out of every mouth on the bridge, and the waves received
on their wings that expression of our gratitude to carry it to the end
of their destination, while the Germania drew us nearer and nearer to
the land of the free and the home of the brave.

A call came to us all at this moment that the custom officers from New
York were already in the reception room waiting for us to make our
declarations in accordance with the customary law, and by the time I had
complied with my duties, to that respect, I heard a stentorian voice
"Cast Anchor" and turning around in a semi-circle, with center on my
right toe I endeavored to unfold the meaning of the exciting motion.
Sailors and officers of the boat rushing in all directions, it seemed as
though they were preparing for a great battle, and determined to win.
The big S. S. Germania was tied in the docks of Brooklyn and every
voyager was ready to bid her farewell. The steward of my cabin,
uncalled, he was on my side, and the thought came to me that it was his
last chance for his gratuities from me anyway. He looked upon my face
like a child expecting his Christmas presents, and said, with a fainting
smile, Father, your trunk is on its way to your destination and here is
your valise and I am awaiting your pleasure to direct you to the Sixth
Avenue Elevated Station, which will take you to the 123rd Street and
Seventh Avenue, Harlem, according to your wishes to reach your dwelling
place. The bell of the Germania was ringing eight o'clock a. m., when I
was bidding farewell to my s