lo Four-in-Haiid in Britain. 



To Davenport, Iowa, went another invitation. In 

 due time came a return missive from the proud City of 

 the River : 



" Will I go to Paradise for three months on a coach ? Agent 

 of Providence, I will ! " 



Isn't it glorious to make one's friends so happy? 



Harbor of New York, 'June i, 1881. ) 

 On board Steamer Bothnia. \ 



Call the roll. 



Queen Dowager, Head of the Clan (no Salic Law in 

 our family); Miss J. J. (Prima Donna); Miss A. F. 

 (Stewardess); Mr. and Mrs. McC. (Dainty Davie); Mr. 

 and Mrs. K. (Paisley Troubadours) ; Mr. B. F. V. 

 (Vandy); Mr. H. P., Jr. (Our Pard) ; Mr. G. F. McC. 

 (General Manager) ; ten in all, making, together with 

 the scribe, the All-coaching Eleven. 



Ting-a-ling-a-ling ! The tears are shed, the kisses 

 ta'en. The helpless hulk breathes the breath of life. 

 The pulsations of its mighty heart are felt, the last 

 rope that binds us to land cast off; and now see the hun- 

 dreds of handkerchiefs waving from the pier fading and 

 fading away. But note among the wavers one slight 

 graceful figure ; Miss C. of our party, present in spirit 

 if bodily absent on duty, much to the regret of us all. 

 The wavings from deck to shore tell our friends 



" how slow our souls sailed on, 

 How fast our ship." 



