Had you the space, I could recount for your gratification, and that of your readers, many highly interesting incidents connected with our travel. The children showed the most extravagant delight at the way-side scenery. Many of them looked upon trees, broad fields, running brooks, and high mountains, for the first time in their lives. One little German boy, on coming in sight of Lake Ontario, was evidently struck with the most intense wonder and amazement. After shading his eyes, while he gazed upon the wide expanse of water for several minutes, he turned to me, saying, 'What world is this we're coming to now, Mr. Tracy? What is all that, there?' I told him we were in Canada, and that was Lake Ontario. ‘What, a lake ?— all that! Why, it looks like the ocean, don't it?' At Detroit, a gentleman from a few miles back in the country, named Coyle, looked with some interest upon one of the boys, named John Smith, saying to him in the course of conversation, that if he was to take a boy, he should make him change his name and take his. John took quite a liking to Mr. Coyle, and when he left to transact some business about town, asked to go with him. During the walk, some friends whom Mr. Coyle met, asked the boy his name; John Coyle, sir,' was the prompt reply. Mr. Coyle looked at him sharply, but pleased with the shrewdness manifested, immediately rejoined, 'John Coyle it shall be, then." They came back at once to me, and I soon furnished Mr. Coyle with the means of fulfilling his promise. We had a standard bearer (having been furnished by some kind friends with an American flag, before we started), in the person of a clever little black boy, who was included in the number. He enjoyed his importance much, and his appearance, marshaling the little host, everywhere attracted attention." An account of another expedition, we extract from a city newspaper: "It will be recollected, that two or three weeks ago, Mr. Tracy, Agent of the Children's Aid Society, started on another of his western trips, with a car load of homeless children. He returned a few days ago, and gave a very interesting description of his journey. They left the city on December 23d, in the Albany train. The day was excessively cold, but the car.devoted to the use of Mr. Tracy and his juvenile companions was well warmed, and the children were well clothed. The scene on their leaving was a deeply interesting one; but the sadness on the faces of the little group was mingled with joy, as they seemed to look forward to the broad future before them, in which they saw the promise of their past homeless condition changed for brightness and prosperity. Kind friends spoke encouragingly to them on their way; and during the whole route, kind friends arose up all around them, to warm the forlorn hearts of the little strangers, giving them an ever-smiling welcome, and assurance of deep-felt interest. At Niagara, having a few hours to spare the wandering group, the most of whom, probably, had never seen anything beyond the brick-and-mortar city, were feasted with the sight of this majes tic ever-pouring flood of water. Their astonishment and joy amounted to ecstacy. In fact, the scenery during the whole journey, although a snowy landscape, excited the most intense and noisy interest in them all. On Friday, the 26th, at five A. M., the party arrived at Kalamazoo, their destination, and before Saturday evening Mr. Tracy had disposed, in the happiest manner, of all but ten of the children, who were bound still farther. Accordingly, on Monday morning, the ten little boys were packed into the comfortable sleigh, where they enjoyed a twenty-miles' ride with Mr. Tracy, over the prairie to a village called Prairie Ronde. A gentleman from Three-Rivers, Ill., who happened to be stopping at the tavern there, expressed great interest in the little party, especially in one bright-eyed, pleasant-faced chap, of eight years,-little Danny. This gentleman, a man of wealth, and of much consideration out West, was awaiting the stage, to return to his distant home, and as the stage drove up, and he was about to bid good-by, little Danny bounded up to him, threw his arms round his knees, and exclaimed, 'O, Mister, please take me home with you!-0, won't you?—I want to go home with you so much.' The gentleman, one of the finest and most stalwart specimens of western giants, looked down for a moment upon the little, pale, pleading orphan boy, who still clung tenaciously to his knees. The big tears gathered slowly in his eyes, but brushing them off hastily with his hand, he exclaimed in a hearty tone, 'Come then, Danny, you shall go home with me. I have two girls, but no boy-you are a good little fellow, and you shall be my son!' And the great, burly, but tender-hearted, man brushed another tear from his eye. The emotion seemed contagious;-even the hearty stage-driver was affected, but he cracked his whip lustily to conceal his soft-heartedness, as Danny was lifted into the stage by his new friend, and in a moment more the little Five Pointer, whose infancy had been passed in such a hard school of want and suffering, was rattling on toward a home of love and plenty. Another traveler, on his way to his home, chancing to stop at the tavern with no previous thought of adopting a boy, was so much taken with a round-faced, chubby little fellow, of ten, an orphan-the Willie of the company that he secured him on the spot. He is a wealthy, kind-hearted farmer, and one calculated to bring up the boy in a way to insure his becoming a valuable member of society. Little Freddy, the youngling of the flock, only six years old, whose only parent, his mother, was lying at the point of death in Bellevue Hospital, when he left with the rest, was adopted by a farmer and his wife, who, expecting the company, had come some thirty miles to procure a nice little boy. Mr. Tracy saw a large number of the children during his stay, whom, on former occasions, he had provided with western homes. They were all very happy; and to his question, 'Would they return to New York?' a universal, 'O, no, sir!' was the reply." Occasionally a child is returned. People are not always so forbearing or unselfish as they should be, and now and then the old roving passion comes over the child. A family in S-sent back a bright little fellow. He had not behaved badly, but was not quite so immaculate as they had hoped. The result of his return to that miserable hovel might have been expectedhe was soon taken up by the police as a vagrant, and sent to the Essex Market Prison. Mr. Brace found the family in great distress-there were eight other children, cold and hungry. One of them said, "Brother had gone to the prison," crying hard; "father was out picking rags ;-he would like to go to school, but there wasn't none near. A jintleman did take him once to Sunday School, and he liked it." Whoever would aid the poor, must have some tinge of the patience and long-suffering our great Benefactor has shown toward us. We will close this article with an exhibition of kindness among the lowly, presenting a happy contrast to the above. "One of our visitors," says Mr. Brace, "found a little boy under a cart, gnawing a bone, which he had picked up for his breakfast. He had a good natured little face, and fine dark eye. Mr. S― felt a sympathy for him, and asked, 'Where do you live, my boy?' 'Don't live nowhere!' [O, how often this answer is given]. He said his mother had left him, and lived all about, doin' washin'; but a woman in Thirteenth street had taken him in, and he slept in one corner of her room. Mr. S. went with him to the place, and found that this kind woman was very poor-bare room, and scarcely enough to live herself, yet she had taken in this wretched little creature. 'She was the poorest creature in New York,' she said, 'but some how, everything that was poor always came to her, and while God gave her anything, she meant to share it with others.'" "Ye who are happy, whose lives have been under sunshine and gentle influences; ye who gather in cheerful home circles, think of the friendless children in our great cities! Hear the eloquent pleading of C. T. Brace in their behalf, and do not withhold your aid from the noble work in which he is engaged. But few have such eloquent expression as the poor little prisoner at the Toombs, but all inarticulately feel. There are зad histories beneath this gay world-lives, over which is the very shadow of death. God be thanked, there is a heart to feel for them all, where every pang and groan will find sympathy. The day is short for us all; but for some, it will be a pleasant thought when we come to lay down our heads, at last, that we have eased a few aching hearts, and brought peace and joy to the dark lives of some whom men had forgotten, or cast out." LEILA LEE. And now, one cheering word to you, whom God hath richly blessed, Victory of the Yacht America, in the great Race with the English Fleet of Yachts. first the reply, "The America!"- "What 's second!"-answer, "Nothing!!" When off Coves, near the starting point were inumerable Yachts, and, on every side, was heard the hail. What's In the engraving, the America, panying steamer, are giving hearty John Ball cheers" at the triumph of " the Yankee. Laving acheived her victory, is seen about rounding-to at the floating buoy, while the English people, in the accom |