TRIALS OF THE EMIGRANT SCHOOL-BOY. 103

“Come, come, Adler,” said the usher; “this will
never do. There is such a thing as pondering too much
on one’s troubles.”

“Troubles, Mr. Barry! I was thinking of my joys;
how happy I was at home, and how happy I ought to
be now !”

“Yes, you have much to be thankful for—youth,
health, strength, friends, and new prospects of educa-
tion. Don’t mope, don’t give way to melancholy.”

“You mistake me, Mr. Barry. I never was more
brimful of joy in my life, and yet I can’t help thinking
and thinking. And I have just been saying to myself,
Oh how happy would father and mother be, if they
could see me so well off!”

“They are happier where they are, Carl. Heaven
is better than earth. They are, we trust, in Christ’s
presence, where there is fulness of joy ; and the thought
of this ought to lead you to follow their steps. But
come out, and take some exercise: you can never
fulfil your duty in life without strength of body ; and
you will never have strength of body without exercise.”

Down they went, for a long walk upon the highroad,
where there were houses in abundance, and carriages,
and horsemen, and pedestrians enough to break the
_ thread of Carl’s pensive thoughts. This was exactly
what Barry intended ; and he further promoted the same
end, by a constant series of questions about things the
most remote from his companion’s present affairs,