THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 DAVIS 
 
 
TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
TEN TIMES ONE 
 IS TEN: 
 
 THE POSSIBLE REFORMATION. 
 
 SI ^)tor in JQtne 
 
 BY 
 
 COL. FREDERIC INGHAM. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 ROBERTS BROTHERS. 
 1871. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by 
 
 ROBERTS BROTHERS, 
 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 
 
 CAMBRIDGE: 
 
 PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 little book would never have been writ- 
 ten, I suppose, but for the persuasion of 
 my kind friend, the late Dr. WAYLAND, the Presi- 
 dent of Brown University. It is nearly fifteen 
 years ago that I told him the plan of this story, 
 if it may be called a story, expressing the wish 
 that some of the masters would undertake to 
 illustrate the lessons involved in it. Every one 
 who knew him and how many there are who 
 knew him enough to love him ! will remember 
 how practical and how personal was every notion 
 of the religious life, of Christian labor, and of 
 missionary triumph, in his mind. What he 
 thought the practical and personal character of 
 my little sketch pleased him ; and he was kind 
 enough to urge me once and again to enlarge it, 
 and to print it. I think it is because he wished 
 it, that I have tried to do so. 
 
VI PREFACE. 
 
 There are hundreds of people who know that 
 the character of HARRY WADSWORTH and his 
 unselfish influence are studied from the life. 
 
 I dedicate the book to those who ki^ew him 
 and loved him. 
 
 EDWARD E. HALE. 
 
 SOUTH CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, 
 BOSTON, Sept. 17, 1870. 
 
COJSTTE'NTS. 
 
 CHAP. , PAGE 
 
 I. WHAT BEGAN IT 9 
 
 II. THREE YEARS AFTER 28 
 
 III. TEN TIMES A HUNDRED 46 
 
 IV. TEN TIMES A THOUSAND ....... 78 
 
 V. EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, AND THE ISLES OF 
 
 THE OCEAN 90 
 
 VI. TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. ... 97 
 
 VII. THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND . . 109 
 
 VIII. TEN TIMES TEN MILLION 118 
 
 DC. A THOUSAND MILLION . . 130 
 
I 
 
 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 
 [A talk in Calabria, after dress parade.] 
 
 SUPPOSE it was the strangest Club that 
 ever came into being. 
 
 There were these ten members I tell you of. 
 And they have never met but this once, nor do 
 I believe they will ever meet again. 
 
 They met in the railroad station at North 
 Colchester, waiting for the express train. The 
 express train, if you happen to remember that 
 particular afternoon and evening, was five hours 
 and twenty minutes behind time. They knew 
 it was behind time, but they had nowhere else 
 to go, and it was then and there that the Club 
 was formed. 
 
 For they had all come together at Harry 
 Wadsworth's funeral. The most manly and 
 most womanly fellow he, whom I ever knew; 
 
10 TEN TIMES ONE 18 TEN. 
 
 the merriest and the freshest, and the bravest 
 and the wisest; the most sympathizing when 
 people were sorry, and the most sympathizing 
 when they were glad. Thunder ! If I were at 
 home, and could just show you three or four of 
 Harry's yellow letters that lie there, then you 
 would know something about him. Simply, he 
 was the most spirited man who ever stumbled 
 over me ; he was possessed, and possessed with 
 a true spirit, that was what he was; and so 
 he had guns enough, and more than guns enough, 
 for any emergency. 
 
 And Harry Wadsworth had died. And from 
 north, and east, and south, we ten there had 
 come to the funeral. And we were waiting for 
 the train, as I said ; and that is the way the Club 
 was born. Then and there it had its first meet- 
 ing, and, as I say, its last, most likely. 
 
 Bridget Corcoran may strictly be called the 
 founder of the Club, unless dear Harry himself 
 was. For Bridget Corcoran was the first person 
 that said any thing. I never can sit still very 
 long at a time at such places. And I had sat in 
 my chair by that overfilled stove, in that stifling 
 room, as long as I could stand it, and a good 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 11 
 
 deal longer, none of us saying any thing. Then 
 I had gone out and walked the platform, brood- 
 ing, till it seemed to me that any thing was bet- 
 ter than walking the platform. Then I went in 
 again to find the air just as dead and stived and 
 insupportable as it was before. And this time 
 I left the door open and walked across to the 
 back window, which looked on a different wood- 
 pile from the wood-pile the front window looked 
 upon. I need not say that the only variety in 
 our prospects was in our choice of wood-piles ; 
 but we could look at the ends of sticks, or at the 
 sides of them, as we preferred. 
 
 I walked to the back window, and began look- 
 ing at the back wood-pile. 
 
 "You knew Mr. Wadsworth?" said Bridget 
 Corcoran, timidly. And it was a comfort to 
 me. 
 
 " Knew him ! " said I ; " I did not know any- 
 body else ! " 
 
 " I like to tell you about him then," said she, 
 with her pleasant Irish accent. " I like to tell 
 every one about him. For, save for him, I do 
 not know where I should be this day; and I 
 do know where my boy Will would be." 
 
12 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 " How is that ? " I asked, roused up a little by 
 her sympathy. 
 
 " Will, sir, would be in the State's Prison save 
 for him you carried to the grave this day ; and 
 for me, I think I should have died of a broken 
 heart. You know, your reverence, that in the 
 charge of the freight station, when he was first 
 appointed here, it was for him to say who should 
 have the chips, and who should not have them. 
 And he was so good as he always was as 
 to give me the second right in the wood-yard ; 
 Mary Morris always having the first, because 
 her husband, who is now switch-tender, lost his 
 arm in the great smash-up come Michaelmas 
 five years gone by. He gave me the second 
 right, I say; and though I say it who should 
 not, I never abused my privilege, and he knew I 
 never did, your reverence, as how could I, when 
 he was always so kind, and often called me into 
 his office, and always spoke to me as kindly as 
 if I was a born lady, as indeed he was a born 
 gentleman." 
 
 Ah me! if I only could go on and tell 
 Bridget's story as she told it herself, with the 
 thousand pretty praises of dear Harry, you 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 13 
 
 would better understand what manner of man 
 he was, and how. the Club was born. But there 
 is no time for that, and this was the story shortly : 
 Harry saw one day that her eyes were red, as 
 she passed him, and he would not rest till he had 
 called her into the office and found why ; and 
 the why was, that her boy Will had " hooked 
 jack," as the youngster said, had played tru- 
 ant, and had done it now for many weeks in 
 order, and had done it with the Tidd boys, and 
 the Donegans (sons of perdition as they always 
 seemed), and nothing Bridget could say or do 
 would put Will in any better way. Then was 
 it that Harry sent for .the little rascal, " talked to 
 him," she said ; but I knew Harry well enough 
 'to know what the talking was. He took the 
 boy up country with him one day, when he was 
 making a contract for some wood. He stopped, 
 as they came back, at a trout stream, and bade 
 the little scamp try some of the best hooks from 
 his book. He sent him home, after such a 
 glimpse of a decent boy's pleasures, as nobody 
 ever had shown poor Will before. He sent for 
 him the next day, and told him he wanted him 
 in the office. He dressed the child in new clothes 
 
14 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 from head to foot. He made him respect him- 
 self, in forty ways you or I would never have 
 thought of. Before three weeks were gone, Will 
 was ashamed of his bad handwriting. Before 
 four weeks were gone, he was ashamed of his 
 old company; in a fortnight more, he was the 
 steadiest scholar in the " Commercial College " 
 of the place. Before three months were over, 
 he came to Harry with some lame duck of a 
 Tidd boy whom he had lured out of some quag- 
 mire or other. And the upshot of it was, that 
 at this moment Will was as decent a boy as 
 there was in the county ; while, but for Harry, 
 he had as fair chance as any of them to be 
 hanged. 
 
 That, severely condensed, was Bridget Cor- 
 coran's story. 
 
 Now, I have no idea of telling how Harry had 
 come to be the star of my worship, worship 
 which was not idolatry. Talking here at the 
 head of the regiment, how do I know who 
 might overhear me, and this is no story to get 
 into the newspapers. But, while I was reflect- 
 ing that Harry had rescued poor Will from 
 one set of devils, and me from devils of quite 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 15 
 
 another color, Caroline Leslie looked up. She 
 had joined Bridget and me by the window. 
 
 " Do you mean the Caroline Leslie that gives 
 the bird the lump of sugar in Chalon's picture ? " 
 
 " Why, yes ! that same Caroline Leslie. Did 
 you know her"? " She looked up. She thanked 
 Bridget very cordially. " I thank you ever so 
 much for telling me that. It has comforted me 
 more than any thing to-day. Will you not 
 come and see me sometime in Worcester ? You 
 will find me in 907, Summer Street. Let me 
 write it down for you." So Bridget was 
 pleased. And then Caroline got up and asked 
 me to walk, and took my arm, and we walked 
 the platform together; and she told me what 
 Harry had been to her. How, only three years 
 before, when he first came to Colchester, or to 
 that village, how her brother Edward brought 
 him home, and made her mother say he might 
 board there. How her mother said it was im- 
 possible, but consented the moment she saw 
 Harry, when he only came in to tea. How she, 
 Caroline, was a goose and a fool, and a dolt 
 and good-for-nothing, when he moved into, that 
 house. And how the mere presence of that 
 
16 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 man in that family or was it his books, or 
 was it the people that came to see him ? had 
 changed the whole direction of her life, as an 
 arrow's direction is changed when it glances on 
 the side of a temple. Now, Caroline Leslie 
 was no more in love with Harry than you are. 
 Pretty girl, she had her own lover, and I knew 
 she had. And he, far away across the sea, 
 would shed tears as bitter as hers of that day, 
 when he knew he was never to see Harry's face 
 again. 
 
 But we were only three of the Club Caro- 
 line, Bridget, and I. Count Will Corcoran for 
 four if you like. If you count him, the Club is 
 eleven. 
 
 But what I tell you will give you an idea. 
 For as soon as we got talking, the bakers and 
 the baked by the stove got talking ; all telling 
 much the same kind of story, how dear Harry 
 had been a new life to them. Widdifield, who 
 you would have said had no sentiment, quiet 
 Mrs. Emerson, Mary Merriam, and her brother 
 John, and even Will Morton. I must not try to 
 tell the stories, though I could, every one. We 
 all drew together at last, when something Mor- 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 17 
 
 ton said drew out George Dutton to " state his 
 experience." 
 
 " Wadsworth and I," said he, " went out in 
 one of those first California colonies, when 
 the mutual system was tried -in all sorts of ways, 
 and people thought the kingdom of heaven was 
 coming because they all put two hundred dollars 
 apiece into a joint-stock company. On the voy- 
 age I did not see him much, and I know I did 
 not like him. How strange that seems now! 
 For there was no reason under heaven why I 
 should not have found him out at the very first 
 moment ; and now it seems as if I lost so much 
 in losing all the chance of those five months. 
 Well, I lost it for better or worse. We came 
 to California, and the colony all broke up into 
 forty thousand pieces. Little enough sticking 
 by each other there! Each man for himself; 
 and, as always happens on that theory, the devil 
 for us all, with a vengeance ! 
 
 " I roughed through every thing. Got a little 
 dust now and then, and spent it a great deal 
 faster than I got it. I have paid one hundred 
 and eighty-six dollars in gold for a pair of miner's 
 boots, and they were good boots, when I 
 2 
 
18 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 had not a rag beside to put upon my feet. At 
 last I thought my lucky time had come. We 
 were up in what they then called the Cotton- 
 wood Reach, and a very good company of us 
 had struck some very decent diggings, and had 
 laid off our claims with something like precision, 
 and ordej*, and decency. Wadsworth, as I hap- 
 pened to know, was with some men who had 
 got hold of a water-privilege three or four miles 
 above us. Some of our men had been up to see 
 about buying some water from him, and said he 
 was quite a king in that country. But I had 
 not seen him. 
 
 " Then there came in on us, just as we got 
 well established, a lot of roughs, blacklegs, and 
 rowdies, of every nation and color under heaven. 
 They 'wanted our claims ; we all knew that well 
 enough. And they hung round, as such devils 
 as they will, trying all sorts of ways to get a 
 corner of the wedge in. We were a pretty 
 decent set; and none of our boys really liked 
 them, but we were as civil as we could be. 
 Some df the fellows were fools enough to lose 
 dust to them, and I never heard that any of them 
 won any. They pretended to stake off some 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 19 
 
 claims of their own, but they never worked any 
 of any account. They drank their whiskey, 
 and put up tents and shanties for gambling; 
 and swaggered round among the rest of us, and 
 said they knew better ways for washing than we 
 did ; and so on. All the time we all knew that 
 something was brewing, while they were about. 
 And sure enough, at last it came. 
 
 " Watrous and Flanegan, who were a sort of 
 selectmen to us, had to go down to Agnes City 
 with some gold, and to buy some pork. And 
 they took with them two or three of the best 
 fellows we had. Watrous came to me the last 
 thing, and said, ' Don't you get into a quarrel 
 with these greasers,' for he knew I hated them. 
 But, Mr. Ingham, a saint in heaven would have 
 quarrelled with those men. It all began about 
 a shovel. One of these blackguards came up to 
 me to borrow a shovel, and I let him have it. 
 Then he came back for another, and I let him 
 have that. Then came up three of them and 
 wanted three shovels ; and, to make a long story 
 short, we came to words they and I. They 
 had come up for a fight ; and they got it. At 
 last, one of the most noisy of them, to give 
 
20 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 him his due, he was half drunk, drew his 
 revolver and snapped it at me. Lucky for me 
 it- missed fire, and in very short metre I hit him 
 over the head with the crow-bar I was using. 
 O, what a howl they made! They dashed at 
 me, and I ran. The first of them tripped and 
 fell ; which stopped the others a half second. 
 And then the whole tribe of them, who had been 
 watching the affair, came running after me, 
 yelling and howling like so many wolves." 
 
 By this time, as I said, Dutton had the whole 
 group in the station round him. 
 
 " Did you ever run for your life ? " said he, 
 with a funny twinkle of the eye. " I tell you, 
 that to put in the best stride you know, and 
 to clear every log, and take no help at any ditch, 
 but just to run, run, run, run, half a mile, 
 three quarters, - and a mile, to feel your 
 heart up in your throat, your lungs pumping, 
 and pumping nothing, while you just run, 
 run, run, and know that one false step is 
 death ; I tell you that is what a man remem- 
 bers. That was the way I ran. I dared not 
 look back. I knew I was well ahead of all but 
 one man. But I could hear his steady step, 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 21 
 
 step, step, step, just in the time of mine. 
 Was he taller than I, or shorter ? I dared not 
 look round and see. But I knew his stride 
 depended on that. He was gaining nothing on 
 me in time ; was he gaining in length of pace ? 
 
 " Where was I running to ? Why, to our 
 poor little shanty, where I had left George 
 Orcutt lame in bed. What safety would that 
 be ? These devils could tear it down in thirty 
 seconds. I did not know, but I ran ! 
 
 " I ran with the one man close behind, and 
 the others yelling farther back. He did not yell. 
 He saved his breath for running. But he did 
 not catch me. I flung the door open. I crowd- 
 ed down the latch. I stuck a domino from the 
 table in between the latch and the latch-guard, 
 and with this as my poor fortress, I flung myself 
 on the floor. The man dashed up after me, but 
 did not so much as try the door ! 
 
 " An instant showed why ; for in ten seconds 
 the wolves, as they seemed, were howling round 
 him. Then the man, whoever he was, said, 
 4 The first man that steps on this plank is a dead 
 man ! There's been enough of this bullying ! 
 Dirty Dick, take care you are not seen again in 
 
22 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 this county.. I give you six hours to be gone! 
 Chip and Leathers, you had best go with him, 
 or without him. Your room is better than your 
 company. I will have the sheriff here by night, 
 and we will see what sort of men are going to 
 jump claims on this creek. You fellow with the 
 red beard, who ran away from Angeles, there's 
 a warrant out against you. Understand all of 
 you, that this game is played about through.' 
 
 " Who was this celestial visitant ? Orcutt 
 and I listened in amazement. Was this the 
 way Raphael addressed the rebellious spirits 
 when Milton was not at hand ? Any way, they 
 answered much as the rebellious spirits would 
 have done. Some swore, some laughed, other 
 some, on the outside, turned round and vamosed. 
 So Orcutt told me, whose eye was at a knot- 
 hole. The celestial visitant said riot a word 
 more. But in five minutes the whole crew of 
 them was gone. 
 
 " Then I unlatched the door. Raphael came 
 in, and was Harry Wadsworth ! Yes : that 
 light, frail fellow, whom we carried so easily 
 to-day, was the man who looked those beggars in 
 the eye that day, and saved my life for me ! 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 23 
 
 " That was the beginning with me, and there 
 are few things he and I have not done together 
 since that. We have slept under the same 
 blanket, and starved on the same trail. And 
 if any man ever taught me any thing, that dear 
 fellow taught me all of life I know that is worth 
 knowing." 
 
 These were the sort of stories we got telling 
 in the station-house, and it was out of such talk 
 that the project of the Club grew. We had not 
 known each other before, but here was one tie 
 we all had together. Could we not then recog- 
 nize it, by some sort of gathering or correspond- 
 ence, or union? Natural enough to propose, 
 but you see, of course, what followed. 
 
 First, Widdifield as good a fellow as lives, 
 but set, or as the vernacular says, " sot," in his 
 ways liked the idea of a Club very much; but 
 thought we must appoint a committee to draw 
 up some little mutual covenant or expression of 
 principles which all the members would willingly 
 agree to. " Something, you know, to give us 
 a little substance." Will Morton did not care 
 so much for any statement of principles, but 
 
24 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 thought there had better be a constitution made. 
 If he had not changed his coat, he should have 
 had in his pocket the constitution of the Philire- 
 nean, which would perhaps have served as a 
 good model. Mary Merriam did not care about 
 any constitution, but thought the society ought 
 to have a name that everybody would under- 
 stand. Poor Bridget Corcoran did not take in 
 much of ah 1 this, but hated clubs. The Sham- 
 rock Club, that her husband had belonged to, 
 had worked all . his woe. So one thought this, 
 and another said that, and the thing happened, 
 which, so far as I know, always happens, even 
 when ten of the simplest minded people in the 
 world meet together with any common purpose. 
 There has to be a certain fixed amount of talk, 
 what Haliburton calls the " talkee-talkee 
 stage." It corresponds to the fizz of common 
 air when you open a gas-pipe for the first time. 
 It blows out your match, and you have to wait 
 some little while before any thing arrives that 
 will burn. 
 
 One of the Wise Men of the East was it 
 Louis Agassiz ? said, when he first came here, 
 that one of the amazing things which he found 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 25 
 
 in America was, that no set of men could get 
 together to do any thing, though there were but 
 five of them, unless they first " drew up a con- 
 stitution." If ten men of botany met in a hotel 
 in Switzerland to hear a paper on the habits of 
 Tellia Guilielmensis, they sat down and heard 
 it. But if nine men of botany here meet to 
 hear a paper read on Shermania Rogeriana, 
 they have to spend the first day, first in a tempo- 
 rary organization, then in appointing a committee 
 to draw a constitution, then in correcting the 
 draft made by them, then in appointing a com- 
 mittee to nominate officers, and then in choosing 
 a president, vice-president, two secretaries, and a 
 treasurer. This takes all the first day. If any 
 of these people are fools enough, or wise enough 
 ("persistent" is the modern word), to come a 
 second time, all will be well, and they will hear 
 about the Shermania. 
 
 This was 'the little delay which killed our 
 little Club at the moment of its birth, if, indeed, 
 it were killed or were born. With regard to 
 that there is a doubt, as you fellows will find 
 out if we should ever get back to this story 
 again. 
 
26 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 [At this point, however, the Quarter Master, 
 who had been dying to say something, interrupted 
 Ingham to say it would have been better if the 
 Club had had something to eat, as the organ- 
 ization went forward ; and on that, that profane 
 Dalrymple said, " Better something to drink." 
 But Ingham placidly explained that there had 
 never been any thing at the station but dough- 
 nuts, and those somewhat tough and musty, 
 and that these had all been eaten by members 
 who had no dinner ; that for supper there was 
 nothing left but lozenges, of which the supply 
 was unlimited, but of which man's power of 
 consumption is of nature small.] 
 
 So we spent the rest of our five hours discuss- 
 ing the covenant, the name, and the constitution 
 of our little society, and when at last we 
 heard the scream of the express, and saw its 
 light, we were further from the organization 
 than ever. Everybody looked for scrip and 
 staff (carpet-bag and cane). Everybody seized 
 his coat or his shawl ; and poor Widdifield and 
 Morton were just heard pleading for a committee 
 to draw up a constitution, or "just a little 
 formula, you know," when the train stopped, 
 
WHAT BEGAN IT. 27 
 
 and we stowed away as we could, in the sepa- 
 rate cars. 
 
 For all that, however, these people loved 
 Harry with their hearts' love ; and not one of 
 them meant to fail in the impulse he had given ; 
 no, nor ever did fail. And though, as I said, 
 the Club never met again, and never can, per- 
 haps it has existed to as much purpose. After 
 the train was under way, I passed along from 
 car to car, and asked each of them if he would 
 not write me some day, if any thing turned up 
 which brought Harry to his mind, or which 
 would have pleased him. 
 
 Everybody said, " Yes." And what is more, 
 everybody has done as he said. So I have this 
 mass of letters you saw in my desk, marked 
 " Harry Wadsworth ; " and it is that mass of 
 letters which gives me the material for the really 
 curious story, or stories, I am going to tell you. 
 
 If you will come round to my tent after the 
 parade is over, I will show you some of them. 
 
T 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 
 
 [ What there was in the Letters.] 
 
 HE fellows did not come up to my tent, 
 regimental headquarters, that night. We 
 were on our way up after the parade, when pop, 
 pop, pop, some red-shirted pickets cracked off 
 their rifles, frightened by some goats I believe ; 
 for all this happened in one of the Calabrian 
 Valleys. The companies were filing off to 
 supper as the shots were heard, but halted 
 promptly enough, and, in a minute more, we 
 were all brought back to parade again. I ordered 
 some kettles of polenta brought down for the 
 men to eat, and we lounged and lay there, wait- 
 ing news and orders for a couple of hours. Then 
 it was clear enough that the whole had been a 
 false alarm, and I let them go to bed. 
 
 But a week or two after, Dalrymple, who had 
 made a good deal of fun about the Club, came 
 round, and Frank Chancy with him. Dalrymple 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 29 
 
 knew that I would not have any nonsense about it, 
 and indeed he was quite in earnest himself when 
 he asked me to bring out the papers and tell 
 them more about the Club and its history. I told 
 hirn what I tell you, that there was no history: 
 there were only these letters, nine of them as it 
 happened, folded together and marked " Harry 
 Wadsworth." An odd-looking set they were. 
 A letter from my wife Polly, written exactly on 
 the third anniversary of Harry's funeral ; letters 
 of all sizes and shapes, written on tappa, brown 
 paper, white paper, all sorts of paper; stained, 
 faded, and broken at the edges, but all of them 
 telling of the lives that these nine of the original 
 Club had been leading. Indeed, when we came 
 to look at the dates, they were all written within 
 a month of that same anniversary of the day 
 which we wasted together in the station-house, 
 called deepo, at North Colchester. 
 The letters were : 
 
 A. Dictated by Biddy Corcoran to her son 
 Will, and in the most elegant of clerkly hand- 
 writing, down strokes hard and up strokes fine, 
 I assure you. 
 
 B. Caroline Leslie's she had not changed 
 
30 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 her name in marrying her cousin Harry, the 
 same who gave her the canary-bird. She wrote 
 from Cronstadt, Maine. 
 
 C. George Button, written as above, on 
 tappa cloth from one of the Kermadeck Islands, 
 in the South Pacific. 
 
 D. Mrs. Merriam, quiet, every-day letter, 
 from 14 Albion Street. Brooklyn. 
 
 E. As above, Polly Ingham's to me, when I 
 was very far off soundings. 
 
 F. Widdifield's he had accepted a place 
 as professor in Clinton College, Kentucky t 
 
 G. Will Morton's he was clerk of court 
 in Ethan County, Vermont; always has been 
 clerk of court, as his father was before him, and 
 as his son will be after him. 
 
 H. John Merriam's book-keeper he, with 
 Pettingill & Fairbanks, Chicago. 
 
 I. From Mrs. Emerson head of #, girls' 
 boarding-school in Fernandina, Florida. And 
 I had filed, in the same file, a little paper of 
 memoranda of my own. So there were really 
 the autographs of all, save Mrs. Corcoran, of the 
 ten of the Club which tried vainly to form itself 
 at North Colchester. 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 31 
 
 Ah ! what a pity it is that I may not print all 
 these letters, now and here. If only I, Frederic 
 Ingham, could be the editor of a monthly mag- 
 azine of my own ! If only I had 85,555 readers, 
 on the moderate estimate of five readers to each 
 copy sold, and they were all so prejudiced in 
 favor of the- Old as to like to read old letters, and 
 yet so. tolerant of the New as to be willing to 
 read my speculations upon them ! Then what a 
 title-page could I not make up from these letters 
 alone, for the whole of a number, giving a 
 courteous refusal to all " eminent contributors," 
 and all good assistants not quite so eminent. 
 
 To make our " contents on cover : " 
 
 Biddy Corcoran's Home. By Herself. 
 
 Life by the Furnace. 
 
 The Kermadeck Islands. 
 
 Housekeeping. By a Connoisseur. 
 
 Polly to Fred. 
 
 Recollections. Prof. Widdifield. 
 
 Three Years of Life. W. Morton. 
 
 The West as I saw it. By a Big Boy. 
 
 A New Boarding-school. Mrs. Emerson. 
 
 10 x 10 = 100. Fred. Ingham. 
 
 There, is not that a good title-page for the 
 
32 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 outside of your new magazine? Would not 
 that make Mr. Horace's mouth water, as he drew 
 up his advertisement? Would not those run- 
 ning titles be attractive as men opened the uncut 
 pages ? If ! ah if only I might myself control 
 these MSS. " It must not be, this giddy trance." 
 I must confine myself 'to the probable restric- 
 tions. " Five thousand words, or, at the outside, 
 five thousand five hundred for a single number." 
 These are the hated limits in which I live .and 
 move and have my hampered being. Is there 
 not some worthless epithet above which I can 
 strike out ? Ah no ! better omit all Will Corco- 
 ran's commercial college ehirography in one 
 lump, and come without preface to pretty Caro- 
 line Leslie. 
 
 CAROLINE LESLIE'S LETTER. (B.) 
 
 It is so queer to see where people will turn up 
 when you least expect it. Now Caroline Leslie, 
 since the funeral, had married her cousin Harry, 
 the same, as I said, who gave her the canary- 
 bird; and he had taken her down to the iron- 
 works at Cronstadt, in Piscataquis County. 
 Pretty girl, how little she thought, when she was 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 33 
 
 giving the canary-bird his sugar, that she was to 
 spend five years of her life in a house just one 
 grade above a log-cabin, with two rooms on the 
 ground floor, and a bed in her parlor, and 
 which was perhaps the only' part of it amiss 
 that all her friends in Worcester were to be 
 saying that it was " so fortunate " that her hus- 
 band had such a good position ! Good position 
 it was, for all the bed in the parlor. For there 
 Caroline and Harry first subdued the world; 
 there were* her first three children born; and 
 there, as the letter showed, she also had done her 
 share of Harry Wadsworth's work, in Harry 
 Wadsworth's way. 
 
 When they went down there, it was chaos 
 come again, I can tell you! An old iron-furnace 
 which had been built in the most shiftless and 
 careless way, had made for a year or less some 
 iron of the worst quality, so that the reputation 
 of the ore was all lost, and had then been left to 
 burn out. A new company, tvdth some capital 
 from Ibbotsons or Tubals, or some sort of foreign 
 iron people, had gone in, and had sent down 
 George Landrin, who knew something about 
 making iron, to redeem the reputation of the 
 3 
 
34 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 place, and Harry Leslie to be treasurer and 
 manager as far as George Landrin was not. 
 .Instantly, as I need not say, Harry Leslie and 
 Caroline Leslie were married. That was the 
 first link that the new iron company forged, and 
 they forged it without knowing that they did so, 
 by appointing him assistant treasurer, with a 
 f salary of fifteen hundred a year. They were 
 married, went to Cronstadt in the first wagon 
 after the roads were in any sort opened, and 
 lived there, thirteen miles from the next town, 
 in a village of iron rrren ; theirs one of three 
 framed houses all, as I said, one grade above 
 a log-cabin. 
 
 " Hajj any ssiety thar ? " said Mrs. Grundy to 
 Caroline one day when I met Caroline at her 
 father's, where she had come up to Thanksgiving. 
 How Caroline's eyes snapped and flashed fire ! 
 " The best society, Mrs. Grundy, I ever knew." 
 And so it was, indeed, thanks to Leslie, and 
 Landrin, and Harry Wads worth, and the founder 
 of all good society, the Saviour of all such holes 
 as they found Cronstadt, whose notions in this 
 matter Harry Wadsworth and these fellows had 
 had the wit and heart to follow. 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 35 
 
 Here is the letter: 
 
 " CRONSTADT, November 7. 
 
 " DEAR MRS. INGHAM : 
 
 "I have never forgotten that, as we came 
 
 % 
 
 home from Mr. Wadsworth's funeral, I promised 
 your husband I would some day write to you 
 about him. And though I have put it off so 
 long, I have always meant to do it. But you 
 know how time goes by without our putting pen 
 to paper. It was three years ago that we all 
 met there together. I cannot believe it. 
 
 " But to-night I am going to write to you, for 
 I do not know where your husband is, and he 
 must take this as a letter to him. For I have 
 been thinking of Mr. Wadsworth all day. I 
 think of him, and of things he used to say and 
 do, a great deal now we are here in this new 
 life, and I have to try so many experiments, and 
 do so many things for the first time. To-day is 
 Sunday, and on Sundays I see the working-men 
 here even more than I do on other days, and 
 they are more disposed to talk, or perhaps I am. 
 Harry has been gone for nearly a week now, and 
 will not be back till next Saturday, so Mr. 
 Landrin and I and Sarah had to manage about 
 
36 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the tunes and singing as we best could last night. 
 B.ut to-day we had stalwart help, and I wish you 
 had been here to see and hear our choir. We 
 still meet for service, as we did when you were 
 here, in the upper carpenter's shop ; but yesterday 
 Sarah and Eunice drove the men out just before 
 dark, and began to dress the two chests which 
 make the pulpit with colored leaves, and this 
 morning they completed their decoration, and 
 made quite a brilliant show. Joe Deberry, that 
 French charcoal man who got you the Lycopo- 
 dium, was very efficient and sympathetic. Mr. 
 Landrin played the flute; Will Wattles read 
 part of a sermon out of the * Independent : ' 
 dear old Mr. Mitchell ' led in prayer,' and we 
 really had a good time I did, and we all did. 
 
 " When we sat round talking, after the service, 
 on the boards and the benches, and a good many 
 outside in the sun, I attacked old Mrs. Follett, 
 and won her heart by asking her how I could 
 dye some yarn I have here. She has always 
 been a little shy of me, but she got talking about 
 this place as it was in the old dynasty. 
 
 " * It was hell, Mrs. Leslie ! I beg your pardon, 
 but it was just hell and nothing else.' And 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 37 
 
 really, I believe it was. When she told me of 
 the drinking and gambling and fighting of men, 
 and fighting of dogs, and of cocks, and of hens 
 and women, I believe, of every thing really that 
 could fight, why, Mrs. Ingham, when she told 
 me about what her own husband was, who is 
 now as nice a man as there is in the shop, and 
 what a life she led with him, I wondered whether 
 this were the same world. She thought Mr. 
 Landrin and Harry had done a great deal more 
 than they have. I am sure all we could do here 
 is very little. But Harry has put his foot down, 
 and Mr. Landrin has been very willing to help ; 
 and they have said that if they and their wives 
 were here, it should be a decent place to live in ; 
 and when I see how happy and pleasant the 
 people are, and when I think how little I used 
 to know about such places and people at all, I 
 thank God for bringing me here. 
 
 " All the singers have been up here to-night 
 practising. I wish you knew them all as well as 
 you learned to know Sarah- and George Fordyce 
 when you were here. There are some of them 
 who have just that sort of passion for my Harry 
 that your husband has for Harry Wadsworth. 
 
38 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But when they talk to Mr. Leslie about what he 
 has done for the place, he laughs, and points at 
 Harry Wadsworth's picture, and says, ' Don't 
 thank me, thank him.' Well, to-night ten of 
 them came round to sing, and before we began 
 they produced a beautiful frame for Harry's 
 picture, and asked me to let them put it in, for a 
 surprise to my husband when he comes home. 
 Then they began to talk to me about him, and I 
 told them well, you know what I told them. 
 And I could see the tears roll down George 
 Fordyce's face as I talked to them. And when 
 they went away, he said, 'We have never known 
 what to call this choir class. I move it be 
 called the Harry Wadsworth Club.' And they 
 all clapped their hands and said it should be so. 
 So after all, you see, your husband's club is 
 born. 
 
 " But I must stop. I hear Wally crying in 
 the other room, and you know I am my own 
 nurse now. 
 
 " Give my love to Mr. Ingham when you 
 write. Always, dear Mrs. Ingham, 
 u Your own, 
 
 " CAROLINE LESLIE." 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 39 
 
 I like that letter ; I like that woman ; I like 
 that place, Cronstadt; and I like the life they 
 lead there. But I should not have filed that 
 letter, and carried it to Italy and Sicily with me, 
 if the others that came about the same time had 
 not belonged with it; so they all got tied up 
 together. Try this : 
 
 (F.) 
 
 " CLINTON COLLEGE, BOURBON COUNTY, 
 KENTUCKY, November 10 
 
 " REV. F. INGHAM, ETC., ETC. : 
 
 " Dear Sir, In private conversation with a 
 few of our young gentlemen here, I showed to 
 them such of the letters of our dear Mr. Wads- 
 worth as I have with me. They have been very 
 much impressed by their spirit, freshness, and 
 insight into true life. Do you see any impro- 
 priety in my printing privately, say a dozen 
 copies for such of these friends of mine as I 
 think might find advantage in them ? And 
 should you be disposed to add to them a copy 
 of a letter you once read to me, which Mr. 
 
40 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Wadsworth wrote to you when he entered into 
 the Polk and Clay canvass so honestly ? 
 " Very truly, 
 
 " Your obedient servant, 
 
 " INCREASE WIDDIFIELD." 
 
 You say those two letters are exactly alike ? 
 Of course ; they are all alike. This tappa-cloth 
 letter is just like that glazed note-paper from 
 Brooklyn. Want to hear tappa-cloth? It is 
 not in New Zealandee. Here is the end of 
 it: 
 
 " It is not true that I am always in scrapes. 
 You say so, I know ; but I do live the steadiest, 
 stupidest life of any eight-day clock of them all. 
 Only you do not hear of that. It is only when 
 I am dragged out of the water by the hair of my 
 head that I am put in the newspaper, or happen 
 to mention the incident, and then you all say, 
 * Button is always being dragged out of the 
 water.' This time it was not metaphorically. 
 
 " I had gone off in the Monarch, as she took 
 our six months' collection of beche-la-mer, to see 
 the last of her officers and to get them well out- 
 side the reef, and I had with me my own canoe, 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 41 
 
 and eight of these native boatmen. They are 
 the best fellows in the world. See if you do not 
 , say so before I have done. I bade the English- 
 men good-by ; they lay to while I jumped down 
 into my boat ; and we were off, and I started 
 back for the Cannibal Islands, all my men 
 paddling. Things looked a little grum when 
 we started; there was just the beginning of a 
 nasty Souther, and, to tell the truth, I stayed in 
 the captain's cabin a little later than I meant to. 
 But the men did not mind. I don't think they 
 would mind if they had been in so many cocoa- 
 nut shells with salt-spoons to bale with. They 
 just stretched to their paddling, begged the after 
 man to see that I was warmly covered, arid 
 began chanting this missionary song, 
 * Womar iti enata bacha epoku/ 
 
 How well I came to know that refrain before I 
 was asleep, and after! For I did fall asleep, and 
 the first thing I knew George caught me by the 
 leg, dragged me awake, and showed me that we 
 had come to the breakers. The sun was down, 
 but it was light enough, what with waves, and 
 phosphorescence, a^nd stars, to make the wildest 
 sight that ever you or I looked upon. Ingham, 
 
42 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the thing I thought of was the Cottonwood 
 claims, and my run for my life, and Harry 
 Wadsworth's appearing to the rescue. I knew 
 it would all be over in two minutes. But I 
 spoke cheerily to the men ; said, l All right,' 
 which is one of their favorite words, had that 
 strange feeling come over me, which I dare say 
 you have felt, when one looks death right in the 
 face the feeling, * Now I shall know ;' nodded 
 to George, who calls himself in their pretty way, 
 nia-keiki,' which means foster-brother, and said, 
 4 God bless you ' to him, and the next second we 
 were under twenty feet of water. Nobody but 
 madmen would have expected to cross that reef 
 with that gale blowing ! 
 
 " Of course I came to the surface, and of 
 course the curlers swung me over the coral in 
 less than no time ! If only they did not swing 
 me upon the next ledge in lesser yet ! I could 
 not hold out five minutes in that swirl and spray, 
 and I knew I could not. But before I had time 
 to think much about it, before I had even a 
 chance to clear the water from my eyes to try 
 to see about it, a strong wiry hand had me 
 under the armpit, and I heard George's gentle 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 43 
 
 voice say, * All right,' and then in their own 
 language he went on to tell me not to be fright- 
 ened. I was frightened, for the first time, for 
 I thought I knew the faithful fellow could do 
 nothing for me, and I was afraid he would lose 
 his own life trying to save mine. In much few- 
 er words I told him so. But he said just as 
 sweetly as before, ' If I die, you die ; and if I 
 live, you live.' And just then I began to see ; 
 and near us, in this hollow where we were, 
 between two ridges of breakers, was another of 
 these loving creatures, who said just the same 
 thing, ' If I die, you die ; if I live, you live.' 
 
 " Ingham, I believe the men saved me by say- 
 ing that more than by all the wonderful things 
 they did in the next half hour. It seemed to 
 me that it would be so mean if I swamped them 
 or sunk them, that I stuck to my work as I never 
 would or could have done had I been alone. 
 And they the way they lifted, and pushed, 
 and pulled, the way they towed me and shoved 
 me, if we ever meet, you will laugh yourself 
 to death as I tell you, and yet it was no laugh- 
 ing matter then. All eight held together, and 
 held by clumsy, logy me. They understood 
 
44 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 each other by instinct, and they took me in as 
 they would have taken in an upset canoe if they 
 had found one floating in the offing. 
 
 " In half an hour I was lying on the beach 
 here ; these loving fellows were chafing me, 
 lomy-lomying me, and rubbing oil into me. I 
 could not speak, but I was alive and in this world. 
 
 " And what do you suppose was the first 
 thing they did the next morning. I was asleep, 
 as you may imagine, but at sunrise every man 
 of them went off in the offing, which was calm 
 enough now, to hunt up what was left of my 
 boat and to bring her in. And when I scolded 
 George for this, and told him the boat was not 
 worth the risk, he said they knew I loved the 
 boat ; they knew I had named the boat ' Harry/ 
 and that my Harry-boat was not to be lost if 
 they could save her. Fred, that was the first 
 time I broke down. I fairly cried at that. And, 
 ever since, they have called themselves the 
 1 Harry-boatmen.' " 
 
 You see it is as I said, they are all the same 
 letter, only they are written by different hands, 
 in different inks, on different sorts of paper. 
 
THREE YEARS AFTER. 45 
 
 Polly had tied them all up, as they came in, 
 one after another, for six months, and labelled 
 them " Harry Wadsworth," as you saw. Then 
 one day as she went over them, she was tempted 
 to count up the people whom these ten letter- 
 writers told of, as having got clew to our en- 
 thusiasm about him. 
 
 Here were Caroline Leslie's Harry Wadsworth 
 
 Club 10 
 
 Prof. Widdifield's Seniors 12 
 
 George Button's Harry-boatmen 8 
 
 John Merriam's set 7 
 
 Mrs. Emerson's " first class " 11 
 
 Biddy Corcoran, Will, the Tidd boys and the Tidd 
 
 boys' father and mother 8 
 
 Mrs. Merriam's Sewing Club for Newsboys ... 13 
 Polly's two children and the two servants, with 
 
 Mrs. Standish 5 
 
 Will Morton and the Base-Ball Club at Ethan . . 19 
 And the men in my own watch, the old quarter- 
 master and his son, and the others who messed 
 
 with them, were 9 
 
 Polly counted them up. There were 103 in 
 all. But Biddy Corcoran and Will Morton had 
 been counted in the old Club of the station. 
 " There are 101 new members," said Polly. 
 " Ten times ten is a hundred. And it was only 
 three years ago." 
 
w 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 
 
 [An Experience of Dalrymple's.] 
 
 ELL ! we subdued the world as we could 
 
 in Calabria. Then we returned to our 
 respective homes : Garibaldi to his island, I to 
 No. 9 in the Third Range, Frank Chaney to 
 Scrooby, and Dalrymple to that truly English 
 home in Norfolk, which nothing had driven him 
 from but the unrest of an Englishman, some 
 lo gad-fly, and the desire of seeing Italy 
 righted, and Vittorio on the throne of Bourbon. 
 Li these respective spheres, as assigned to us, 
 we did our part ; and I, for mine, embarked in 
 the manufacture of a new sphere and new 
 world, of which no more at present. 
 
 Then was it that the parents of Dalrymple 
 urged him to do his duty to the respectable 
 Norman baron who founded his line, and " settle 
 down." .Then was it that Dalrymple, seeking 
 for trout in a brook that ran through the ances- 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 47 
 
 tral domain, met Mabel Harlakenden, the young- 
 est daughter of a neighboring house. She was 
 sitting on a mossy rock, her feet hidden in ferns, 
 and reading " Coventry Patmore." Dalrymple 
 and she had not met since he broke her father's 
 window with a horse-chestnut on the day of 
 her tenth birthday. Then was it that he intro- 
 duced himself to her again, and fished no more 
 that day, nor did she read any more. Three 
 months after was it that in the parish church 
 he gave her a ring. The minister took the ring 
 and gave it to Dalrymple, and he then put it on 
 the fourth finger of Mabel Harlakenden's left 
 hand. Then he was taught by the minister. 
 And then they all went home to Dalrymple's 
 father's house to live there. 
 
 " Was she a descendant of Mabel Harlaken- 
 den of Kent?" 
 
 Yes, she was. Why do you interrupt ? That 
 has nothing to do with the story, and your 
 question took nine words. 
 
 Then Dalrymple proved to be less settled 
 than ever. And it proved that Mabel liked 
 travelling, if it were real travelling, just as much 
 as he. She hated Paris, so did .he. He hated 
 
48 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Baden-Baden, lucky for her, so did she. 
 He had fished all Norway, so had she. She 
 had hob-nobbed with bandits in Calabria, so 
 had he. Had she ever been to America ? 
 No, dearest, no ! " Would she like to ? He 
 had a friend in America, who would put them 
 through, a man who was with him in Calabria. 
 There was nothing Mabel would like better. So 
 instead of " settling down," as good Mr. Charles 
 Dalrymple had expected, these young people, 
 three months after marriage, took passage in 
 the Europa, Captain Leitch, arrived in Boston, 
 stopped at Parker's, took the evening boat to 
 Hallowell, train next day to Skowhegan, and in 
 two days more were laughing and talking at our 
 table at No. 9, in the Third Range. 
 
 The prettiest English girl I ever saw was Ma- 
 bel, is Mabel, let me say, as she is not here 
 to frown. Dalrymple got his wooden bowl that 
 time. No ! I will not describe her. .You should 
 have asked him, if you wanted to know. And 
 .Mabel and he fished in our brooks, guided by my 
 Alice and Paulina, who in their way were as 
 good fishermen as he. 
 
 One night, as we sat together, Dalrymple said, 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 49 
 
 " Will you show my wife those Wadsworth 
 Papers ? " 
 
 " Do show them to us, Mr. Ingham," said the 
 pretty girl. " Horace has told me about them 
 once and again, they were the very first things 
 I knew of you." 
 
 Well pleased, I produced the papers, and 
 showed them all I have shown you, and more. 
 Then we fell talking together about Harry, and 
 the Leslies, and Dutton, and all these people ; 
 and Polly raked out more letters, which I have 
 not pretended to show you, telling how they had 
 all fared in the three years which had gone by 
 since she tied those nine or ten together. Then 
 Dairy m pie asked if, in America, people always 
 shot apart from each other as all of us had done, 
 here was Harry, born in Maine, to die in 
 Massachusetts ; here was I, born in Connecti- 
 cut, living in Maine ; here was Dutton, born in 
 Massachusetts, drowning off the Kermadeck Is- 
 lands. Was it always so ? And I told him the 
 census would tell him that in 1860 there were 
 near seven hundred thousand people in Iowa, 
 where in 1850 there were not two hundred thou- 
 sand ; that the other five hundred thousand were 
 4 
 
50 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 born somewhere ; and that the same year there 
 were one hundred and twenty-six thousand peo- 
 ple who . had been born in Maine, who were 
 living in other States, while only four times that 
 number, men, women, and children who were 
 born in Maine, were living there. I suppose 
 that half the men and women had emigrated. 
 " Happy country,'' cried Dalrymple, " where no 
 man settles down ! " 
 
 Then Mabel suggested to him that as they 
 had no plan of travel, as it would be fatal if they 
 should settle down in No. 9, which they seemed 
 likely to do, he could have no better clew to fol- 
 low in this labyrinth of States than the thread of 
 the very letters he had in his hands. " You love 
 Harry Wadsworth," she said, " as well as any 
 one can who never saw him. I am sure I do." 
 And her great blue eyes were full of tears. " Let 
 us go and see Mrs. Emerson in Brooklyn, I 
 am sure dear Mrs. Ingham will give me a letter 
 to her ; you shall go to Vermont, is that the 
 name ? and see Mr. Morton ; we will both go 
 to Chicago, which till I heard you speak, Mr. 
 Ingham, I always called Chickago, and Harry 
 Wadsworth shall introduce us to America." 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 51 
 
 And so it was ordered. They stayed with us a 
 month longer. I will not tell how many trout 
 they caught, for I should have every cockney 
 scared from the Adirondacks down on No. 9 if I 
 did. But at last the good-byes came, and they 
 started on their way. 
 
 No ! I shall not write the history of their 
 travels. Little Mrs. Dalrymple may do that 
 herself, and I wish she would. I have only to 
 tell where they crossed Harry Wadsworth's track 
 again. 
 
 Dalrymple chose to take boat, instead of rail, 
 west from Buffalo. So they sailed one evening 
 in the Deerhound, a famous boat of those days? 
 and their first experience of the floating palace 
 of the western waters. Sunset, twilight, evening 
 of that June day, were as beautiful as hearts 
 could wish, and again and again this young 
 bride and bridegroom congratulated themselves 
 that they had forsworn the train. . When bed- 
 time came, Horace led Mabel in from the guards 
 where they had been watching the moon ; but 
 before they went to their state-room after mid- 
 night, they stopped to watch some euchre-play- 
 ers who were sitting up late in the great saloon. 
 
52 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 As they sat there, the captain lounged in. They 
 knew him by sight ; he had done the honors at 
 the tea-table. He came up to the table, and 
 said, " Gentlemen, I want you to come forward, 
 and see this schooner on our quarter." Mabel 
 took her husband's arm to go with him ; but the 
 captain said, " No, madam, it is too damp for 
 you ; we will not keep your husband long," and 
 with the other men walked away. 
 
 Horace stayed how long one minute or 
 ten Mabel does not know. But when he came 
 back it was very quickly, and he said in a low 
 tone to the three women who sat together around 
 the deserted table, " The boat is on fire; dress the 
 children, and wake the passengers as quietly as 
 you can. Mabel, wait for me in the after-part 
 of the saloon below this. I will come to you 
 there." And he was gone. 
 
 Mabel was probably never so completely her 
 own mistress in her life. She saw that the 
 
 It 
 
 saloon was as yet uninvaded. She called the 
 sleepy chambermaids, and gave them their mes- 
 sages so calmly that they were not frightened. 
 From state-room to state-room she passed along, 
 and knocked up the sleepers, till her share was 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 53 
 
 done, and weH done. Then she went to their 
 pwn state-room, took the travelling-sack in which 
 Horace had his money and his letters ; went 
 downstairs to the after saloon, to wait there as 
 she was bidden. 
 
 All this time it was amazing to her that there 
 was so little noise. The engines were stopped. 
 That she noticed. She heard the men at work 
 forward, but forward was far, far away. If she 
 listened, she did not know what were the noises 
 she heard, plashes ; heavy blows as of cutting 
 timber; plashes again, an occasional sharp 
 word which she did not understand, but around 
 her the still monotone of the saloon, in which 
 there were only herself and two little girls and 
 their mother. And how long this lasted Mabel 
 did not know. 
 
 But at last the smoke came. Something 
 bulkhead or what I do not know something 
 gave way forward, and the smoke came, driving, 
 piling right in upon them, so that those hateful 
 lamps which had been so still and clear and un- 
 conscious, became, of a sudden, dim spots in fog. 
 The children cried and coughed. Mabel ancL 
 their mother held them to the open windows. 
 
54 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But this could not last, the smoke was den- 
 ser and denser ; the women dropped the children^ 
 out on a pile of cordage that was coiled up 
 in the narrow passage-way behind the cabin, 
 then clambered out of the windows themselves, 
 and in that narrow passage, cramped between 
 the cabin wall and the after-railing, stood alone 
 with the little ones. Then, for the first time, she 
 understood that some freak of the fire had cut 
 her off from the main body of the passengers 
 and from her husband. Or were they four 
 together there, the only persons living out of all ? 
 No ! somebody was alive forward, for although 
 for a few minutes the air was almost clear, that 
 lasted only for a few minutes ; the fire was 
 gaining forward, and of a sudden the engines 
 began to move again. The other woman said to 
 Mabel, " They are driving her ashore." What- 
 ever was the reason, it' seemed fatal to them. 
 The stream of hot air and hot smoke now circled 
 all round them, so that indeed they could scarcely 
 breathe. Mabel looked over the rail, and so did 
 the poor mother. They could see the projecting 
 after timbers and the rudder-head passing through 
 them, they must do something, and without 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 55 
 
 a word Mabel climbed down, stayed herself 
 firmly by one of the cross-chains which she 
 found there connecting with the rudder, observed 
 that neither chain nor rudder moved any longer, 
 and then bade the other woman pass her one 
 of the children, and come down herself with 
 the youngest, which she did. How long that 
 lasted, Mabel did not know, whether it was 
 five miles or five minutes that they rushed over 
 that foaming sea, with that hot air above them, 
 with this slippery foothold below, and her arms 
 growing so tired as she held child and chain. 
 Not so long but she did hold on, however, till of 
 a sudden a sharp explosion forward taught them 
 both that a crisis had come. In a moment more 
 the way of the boat was checked, and in two 
 minutes Mabel saw that all was still, but 
 the fire. Still that did not drift fiercely back 
 upon them now. 
 
 Nobody came near them. Probably nobody 
 could come. But when that horrible weird 
 motion over the foam stopped, Mabel was brav- 
 er. As for the other woman, she never showed 
 sign of terror from the beginning. Mabel now 
 found she could lower herself enough to sit upon 
 
56 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the top of the rudder, and stay herself by a chain 
 above. She did not dare climb up upon the 
 boat again ; she then got the child in her arms, 
 and moved out far enough to make room for 
 the other woman. And there, with cinders and 
 smoke flying over their heads, in water to their 
 armpits, holding by rod and chain above them, 
 each with a child embraced, there those women 
 sat, it must have been for hours. I remember 
 Mabel told me she had to wet the rod above her 
 with the water at last, when the fire from the 
 wreck above heated the rod so that she could 
 not hold it in her hand. She trained the child 
 to splash water up to it so as to keep it cool. 
 
 Meanwhile all they could see was flame and 
 smoke in volumes borne high in the air, but 
 away from them, by the gentle wind, as the fire 
 slowly worked its way along to them. All they 
 could hear was the roaring of the flames. 
 
 But flames and smoke were borne away from 
 them. The wreck was drifting and drifting 
 nearer an'd nearer to the Ohio shore. And so 
 in the gray morning the end came. It ground- 
 ed. Mabel had se<?n the stars grow pale, it had 
 seemed to her that "the dawning gray would 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 57 
 
 never dapple into day," but it was lighter, light 
 enough for her to see the shore, and then one, 
 two, three little boats pushing towards them. 
 And then for the first time these women spoke 
 louder than their breath, and the little children 
 cried aloud again with them. The cry did little, 
 I suppose, but a white handkerchief did more. 
 Swift and straight a flat-boat dashed down to 
 them, a boat-hook struck in the stern-timber 
 above Mabel's head ; two men in the bows 
 clutched the two women ; and some one cried, 
 " Back her, back her," and they and the two 
 children were safe. 
 
 They took them to the kindest, loveliest, poor- 
 est home in Ohio, which was just behind the 
 beach. Tender hands undressed those women 
 and children, chafed their swollen arms and 
 hands, rubbed them warm and dry, dressed 
 them in the best the cabin had, laid them on 
 homespun sheets, as clean as they were coarse. 
 And all four slept, as you never slept. 
 
 When Mabel- awoke just before nightfall, and 
 tried to make out where she was, wondering at 
 the slabs above her and around her, at the walls 
 papered with Frank Leslie's journal, the only 
 
58 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 thing her eye lighted on, that she ever saw 
 before, was the portrait of Harry Wadsworth! 
 That was pinned upon the door. 
 
 This, then, was what Mabel had taken the 
 ring on her finger for; what she had left her 
 father's house in Norfolk for ; what she had 
 started to see the world for ! To find herself 
 lying in these coarse homespun sheets, on that 
 queer, high, creaking bedstead ; looking Harry 
 Wadsworth's picture in the face ; opening her 
 fingers to see if she could open them, after all 
 that clinging to the rod and chain ; and trying, 
 by such foolish things as that, to keep herself 
 from asking where Horace was if he were in 
 this world or in another ; where his body was 
 ah ! how wretched and what she should do ? 
 To pretend to drive these questions out of her 
 head, she opened and shut her hands, and won- 
 dered if the rust-stains would ever wash off, and 
 looked at her wedding-ring, and remembered the 
 parish church and that winter morning when 
 Horace put it there. It was not in that way 
 that she would forget asking where he was, or 
 if he was in this world or another ! 
 
 Mabel sat up in the bed. Every thing seemed 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 59 
 
 terribly still. She looked round the little room. 
 There was not a shoe or stocking on the floor, 
 nor any of her clothes on the one wooden chair. 
 
 " Alice ! " cried Mabel at last. For " Alice " 
 was the only name she knew of all the people 
 who had surrounded her in these terrible hours. 
 They had called the little girl " baby," though 
 she was four or five years old. The children 
 had called their mother " mother," and " Alice " 
 was the only name that had been spoken. 
 
 Alice did not come, but in her place a nice, 
 motherly old lady came, who looked almost as 
 Different from anybody Mabel had ever seen 
 before as if she had been one of Button's Ker- 
 madeck men. But there was the touch of nature 
 there, and Mabel and she were kin. 
 
 "Dear child," said the old woman, "cannot 
 you sleep any more ? Do you feel at all rest- 
 ed ?" 
 
 " Have they heard from my husband ? " said 
 Mabel, " have any more people been brought in ? 
 are there any bodies ? " 
 
 " Bodies ? Dear no, no/' said Mrs. Morrow ; 
 " do not be troubled about the others ; there are 
 plenty of people to take care of them, and they 
 
60 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 with their own boats too. Do not think about 
 them, dear, and do not cry ; let me bring you a 
 cup of tea, and then you shall have your clothes 
 and dress yourself. The men will be back to 
 supper, and we shall know all the news." 
 
 " But tell me," said Mabel, " tell me where I 
 am, and where I can write to ? What must 
 I do ? I never was alone before. I never had 
 to do any thing before like like this, you 
 know." 
 
 " Like what, my dear lady ? like taking a 
 cup of tea or like dressing yourself?" And 
 Mrs. Morrow would not stop for an answer 
 There was a good deal of dry common-sense in 
 Mrs. Morrow, who, after sixty years of emigra- 
 tion, of a new home, of birth, life, and death, of 
 joy and of sorrow, was no longer a fool. She 
 was, therefore, without knowing it, a philoso- 
 pher. " Come, Amandy-Ann," she cried, bust- 
 ling back into the kitchen sitting-room, " come, 
 Amandy- Ann, where are you? Here's the Eng- 
 lish lady awake again, and nigh faint for her 
 tea." 
 
 " How did she know that I was an English- 
 woman ? " said Mabel to herself. She forgot 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 61 
 
 that if Mrs. Morrow had turned up at the Swaff- 
 ham station in Norfolk near her father's house, 
 and had asked her, Mabel, the way to Cockley, 
 she would have known that Mrs. Morrow was 
 an American, though she only spoke ten words. 
 " I must get up and do something," said Mabel 
 to herself again ; " but how can I get up till they 
 bring me my clothes?" 
 
 So they succeeded in keeping her prisoner for 
 a long hour, while she " worried down " the tea, 
 and ate a slice of toast, and tried to eat a slice 
 of corn-bread, which was new to her, and broke 
 an egg, as Mrs. Morrow had never seen an egg 
 broken before. When she had pretended to eat 
 a part of the egg, Mrs. Morrow relented so far 
 as to let Amanda Ann bring in some dry cloth- 
 ing, and so to emancipate Mabel from her 
 prison. 
 
 The men came home. An early tea was served 
 a meal such as Mabel never saw before. The 
 men were cheery, though with no grounds intel- 
 ligible for cheeriness. But they explained that 
 there were schooners which had run by Huron, 
 and a certain brig which was known to be beat- 
 ing up to St. Clair, and two freight boats and a 
 
62 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 flat which were bound down the lake, and much 
 more than poor Mabel could understand, any of 
 which alone could have rescued all the Deer- 
 hound's people, if, as no man permitted himself 
 to doubt, they were all in . their quarter boats. 
 Indeed, they could rescue themselves. How 
 many hundreds of thousands this cheerful fleet 
 might rescue if it were combined in one, Mabel 
 was too downcast to inquire. 
 
 Poor girl ! she put this and that together so 
 far as to make out that we, far away in No. 9, 
 in Maine, were the only people in America near 
 enough to her for her to confer with, and she 
 asked Elnathan Morrow eagerly if he could 
 not send a telegram to us from her. Of course 
 he could. He would " hitch up " at once and 
 drive over to Elyria and leave the despatch, so it 
 should go -the first thing in the morning. So 
 Mabel wrote : 
 
 I am safe. But I do not know if Horace is. We 
 were in the Deerhound. 
 
 MABEL DALRTMPLE. 
 To Frederic Ingham, 
 
 No. 9, in the Third Range, Maine. 
 By Skowhegan. 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 63 
 
 Mabel knew enough to know that a telegram 
 must be short. But she was not much used to 
 money yet, poor girl, and she did not know that 
 as the Western Union Telegraph Co. coins it, 
 that despatch cost Elnathan every cent of ready 
 money he had laid up to pay his taxes with the 
 next week. But if he had not had the money, 
 Mrs. Morrow would have sent her three tea- 
 spoons to the watch-maker at Elyria rather 
 than have that message delayed. Elnathan rose 
 from table before the rest of them, harnessed 
 up, drove to Elyria, and the next morning the 
 Elyria " Democrat " announced that it stopped 
 the press to say that four more persons had been 
 rescued from the conflagration, a young English 
 lady, and her companion, the mother of two 
 children, who were with her ; and that " all these 
 persons were now resting at the mansion-house 
 of our estimable fellow-citizen, Elnathan Mor- 
 row, Esq., who has favored us with this infor- 
 mation." 
 
 After Elnathan had left, poor Mabel did her 
 very best not to be unsociable. Her companion 
 on the wreck was still sleeping off the strain, in 
 the same bed with her two children. 
 
64 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 " Do you know," said Mabel, " that the first 
 thing I saw, when I opened my eyes, was the 
 face of a friend ? At least I call him a friend." 
 
 "Friend?" said Mrs. Morrow, troubled for a 
 moment with the fear that the pretty English 
 girl was wandering. " Who did you see ? " 
 
 " Oh ! " said Mabel, " I only meant I saw his 
 picture Mr. Wadsworth's picture." 
 
 " Did you know Harry Wads worth ? " cried 
 the old lady, and every one else at the table said 
 in the same instant, substantially the same thing. 
 
 Mabel explained that she had never seen him 
 herself, and at once, an air of disappointment 
 showed that no one else at the table had ever 
 seen him. But Mabel said to the youngest girl 
 that if she would bring the little travelling-bag 
 which had hung at her side all through the night, 
 she would show her something. So the bag was 
 brought from behind the stove, and Mabel found 
 'that the key still turned in the rusted lock. She 
 pulled out a wet handkerchief, rusty scissors, the 
 sloppy, stained bit of canvass work that she had 
 been stitching on the afternoon before was it 
 yesterday afternoon or was it not sometime in 
 the last century ? and down at the bottom she 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 65 
 
 came to a mother-of-pearl card-case, which had 
 stood the whole, undiluted. Mabel wiped it dry, 
 opened it, looked a moment at another picture 
 which was not stained nor even wet, and from 
 behind that picture pulled out her picture of 
 Harry Wadsworth. It was the last thing that I 
 gave her, except my blessing, when she left us at 
 No. 9. 
 
 And then she explained, and they explained. 
 None of them had ever seen Harry in the flesh. 
 But here was Mabel who had seen me, who had 
 seen him, and she had seen letters that he wrote, 
 and if her trunk were ever found, in her port- 
 folio she had a note of his that I had given her. 
 And they they knew about him. Mrs. Eina- 
 than Morrow the pale, thin, pretty young 
 woman, the mother of the baby, the one that 
 had said so little, but had been frying the cakes 
 all supper-time, she came from Ethan, in Ver- 
 mont. Her brother Samuel was one of the Will 
 Morton Base Bali Club ; and she had first met 
 Elnathan, if she would have told the truth, at a 
 reading club at Ethan, where Will Morton read 
 Monte Cris/o " and " Lady Geraldine " to 
 them. And her pale face flushed at last, and 
 6 
 
66 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 her silence thawed, and she did leave the grid- 
 dle at last and came and sat at the corner of 
 the table, as she warmed up to tell how Will 
 Morton laid down the book one night, -and 
 talked to them all about Harry. And of course 
 she told many stories of him, which I cannot 
 repeat here ; and then Mabel got to telling some 
 stories that I had told her. And Celia felt as if 
 Mabel and she were old friends, and told her 
 more about Will Morton, and about their life in 
 Ethan, and about the Base Ball Club, and about 
 her brother Sam, who had gone to Minnesota. 
 She told about her own marriage, and how 
 strange it seemed to her to come out here ; 
 and Mabel learned that between Ethan in 
 Vermont, and the southern shore of Lake 
 Erie, there was as much difference as between 
 Cockley in Norfolk and Ethan in Vermont; 
 she learned that she was not the only girl that 
 had left her father's house to find a strange, very 
 strange home. If Harry Wadsworth had never 
 done any thing else, he had made sisters of 
 those two women. So they all talked and talked. 
 Just after the June sunset the youngest children 
 slipped in with two great bowls of beautiful 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 67 
 
 strawberries,' and Mabel ate from these as she 
 talked, almost unconsciously. The fire in the 
 stove went down, the griddle-cakes grew cold, 
 and it was dark when their long croon was inter- 
 rupted, as Mrs. Palmer, Mary's companion in mis- 
 fortune, opened the kitchen door and came in. 
 
 Horace ? He had been knocked on the head, 
 as he was at work on the forward deck, very 
 early in the business. Some one in the pilot's 
 box hove an axe forward to the mate, who had 
 called for it. Horace was stepping across hastily, 
 the axe struck him in the forehead, knocked him 
 down, and he lay there senseless. The water, 
 leaking from the hose that they were working 
 with, dribbled down on his face sometimes, but 
 nobody could stop to nurse him. 
 
 But when the game was played through, 
 when the last quarter boat hauled up under the 
 bow of the Deerhound, and the mate for the last 
 time came on board, and said to the captain, 
 " You must come now, sir, there is not a living 
 cat on the vessel," the captain pointed to Horace 
 as he lay there, and said, " Silas, we will heave 
 him down, too. Perhaps there's life in him. 
 
68 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Whether there is or not, it shan't be said that 
 the only two English people in the boat went to 
 the bottom. Handsome fellow he is ! " And the 
 captain took Horace by the shoulders, and Silas 
 took him under his hips and carried the senseless 
 body to the opening in the rail ; they called two 
 firemen who stood on the thwarts and handed it 
 down, and laid it along as best they could, on 
 the after thwart and in the hollow behind it. 
 Then the boat-hooks shoved her off, and the boat 
 followed the others. 
 
 " Them women," said Silas, meditatively, 
 " must have stifled in ten minutes after he sent 
 them there. What on airth made him tell them 
 to go into the ladies' saloon ? " 
 
 Horace was not killed. Else these pages were 
 not here. The captain neveT believed he was 
 killed. As soon as the men gave way at the 
 oars, and the boat was well off the wreck, the 
 captain cut off the waist buttons of Horace's 
 clothes, laid bare his breast, untied his neck-cloth, 
 and again and again flung water in his face, as 
 he lay in the arms of that good-natured German, 
 who was wondering, perhaps, if this were the 
 usual mode of travel in America. In fifteen 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 69 
 
 minutes the muscular, full-blooded young Eng- 
 lishman opened his eyes ; in three more he was 
 wondering ; then he shook himself free, sat up, 
 put his hand to his head, looked round, and 
 began to ask questions. 
 
 The burning Deerliound could still be seen, and 
 in reply the captain pointed her out to him far 
 astern. Then how boldly the captain lied, as 
 the poor wretch asked after Mabel ! You would 
 have thought Mabel was in a Lord Mayor's 
 barge upon the Cydnus, lying upon cushions, 
 fanned by Cupids and rowed by Naiads, so 
 emphatic were the captain's assurances of her 
 comfort and safety, assurances which Horace 
 was just stupid enough, with the blow, to believe. 
 He grew faint again with his effort, needed a 
 little of the Jamaica the captain gave him, and 
 sank back, with his eyes blurred and his head 
 spinning, on the German's shoulder. 
 
 Then it was that the second botch was made 
 in the proceedings of that night. The boats 
 were all pulling for Huron, against a heavy 
 western breeze which was freshening into a gale. 
 The captain's boat, was the last of the little 
 squadron, which was pulling in order it must 
 
70 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 be near twenty miles that they might not risk 
 the beaching business with that heavy sea on. 
 By daybreak the others were all safe, and were 
 telegraphed as safe all over the country, while 
 the same telegram reported that the captain's 
 boat was not heard from, and that two women 
 and two children, and an Englishman, name not 
 known, had gone down in the Deerhound. This 
 botch all resulted, because, as the captain's boat 
 slowly followed the others, they crossed the line 
 of the little Canadian brig which was beating 
 across the lake back and forth, working her way 
 home from Buffalo to Amherstburg. It was a 
 natural thing, of course, to answer her friendly 
 hail, a very natural thing to run alongside, a 
 natural thing to take the line her skipper threw, 
 a natural thing to go on board, all of them, and 
 to take the boat in tow. Then as towards morn- 
 ing the gale did freshen, and they had to stay on 
 board, it was natural to stay. But because of 
 all this, so natural at every step, when in the fog 
 of the next day she went ashore and bilged on 
 Pelee Island, and they all crawled to land in wet 
 jackets, that was a pity. That was the reason 
 that for four days Horace thought his wife was 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 71 
 
 in heaven ; and that for three of those same four 
 days she was more and more sure he was there. 
 But Horace also fitted off his telegram to No. 
 9, in the Third Range. And his telegram worked 
 through rather faster than hers, though it started 
 later. The two arrived at Skowhegan the same 
 night. And one express messenger was started 
 for No. 9 in the morning with the two. The 
 weak-minded brother neglected to bring any 
 newspaper with him, so that all that Polly and I 
 knew was in these words : 
 
 We were in the Deerhound. Mabel is lost. Ad- 
 dress Detroit. HORACE DALRYMPLE. 
 
 And in these, as above, 
 
 I am safe. But I do not know if Horace is. We 
 were in the Deerhound. MABEL DALRYMPLE. 
 
 What the Deerhound was or where they were, 
 we did not know. But Mabel's despatch was 
 dated Elyria and Horace's was dated London, 
 C. W. ; and we knew that C. W. did not mean 
 West Centre of the real London, but Canada 
 West of the new one. 
 
 Poor souls ! Lake Erie was between them, 
 and neither knew if the other were alive. 
 
72 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 We gave the boy his supper, fed his horse 
 well, admonished him to bring a newspaper 
 another, time, and started him back with the 
 return despatches : 
 
 Your husband is well. Address him at Detroit 
 
 F. INGHAM. 
 
 Your wife is well. Find her at Elyria. 
 
 F. INGHAM. 
 
 And with hopes that they would not go Evan- 
 gelining and Gabrielling it all over the Western 
 country till they died, we went to bec^ still 
 wishing the boy had brought a newspaper, 
 and wondering what had happened to the 
 Deerhound. 
 
 Mabel got that despatch the third night, so 
 she slept comfortably and happy. Two days 
 still it was before she had any. thing but the 
 telegram to live upon ; but the telegram was 
 enough, and good Mrs. Morrow's chicken fixings 
 and strawberries and " young Hyson " all helped 
 a little. And they fitted off poor Mrs. Palmer, 
 and little Alice and "baby," for Philadelphia. 
 She thought she might as well go to Philadelphia 
 as anywhere. And at last, five days, I believe, 
 after the night of horrors, Horace came up be- 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 73 
 
 hind Mabel, as she sat in the piazza with Celia's 
 baby in her arms, put his brown hands on her 
 two cool cheeks, bent over and kissed her, upside 
 down ! And Mabel did not faint away ! 
 
 The next morning Dalrymple wrote to me at 
 considerable length, giving some hint of the 
 story I have been telling, and of his plans for 
 refitting himself and his wife. Here is the end 
 of the letter : 
 
 " While all this goes forward we shall stay 
 here, knowing where we are well off. Poor 
 Mabel really is at home here with these nice 
 people, who are just what you would call clever 
 as kind as they can be. Do you know, as 
 soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Wads- 
 worth's picture, and it proved that the waves had 
 flung her upon one more of what she calls the 
 Harry Wadsworth homes. And I, before this 
 poor skipper I tell you of and I had talked five 
 minutes on the logs there on Pelee Island, watch- 
 ing his little vessel as she ground to pieces, I 
 found he was one of Wadsworth's men ! What 
 do you think of that? He was a rough cus- 
 tomer, but when I said something sympathetic 
 
74 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 about the loss of the vessel, he answered as 
 cheerfully as a bird, evidently knowing that it 
 was all right. I told him he was a philosopher. 
 1 No,' he said, very simply, handing me back my 
 pipe from which he was lighting his, ' it is not 
 my philosophy, it is my religion. But I don't 
 like to call it so. Our notion is that a man had 
 better not talk much about his religion, certainly 
 had better not think at ah 1 about saving his soul. 
 We think he'd better do what he can to save 
 other people's souls, or if he isn't strong that 
 way, save their bodies, or keep them from the 
 devil, some way; and forget he has any soul 
 himself, if he can't do better.' 
 
 " Only think, Ingham, of my hearing such' 
 words of wisdom out on a fresh-water beach, 
 that did not know enough to have the tide rise. 
 1 Who do you mean by we " ? ' I said. < Oh,' 
 said he, a little nervously this time, ' a little set 
 of us, who don't care to make any noise about 
 our club ; we call ourselves Harry Wadsworth's 
 men.' 
 
 " Ingham, I started as if I had been shot. 
 Then I was afraid for a minute I was not right 
 in my head, after this dig the axe had given me. 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 75 
 
 But it was quite clear that the man and the lake 
 and the logs were there, and I questioned him 
 further. He made no secret of it ; there were 
 thirty or forty of them who had arranged to get 
 together sometimes, in Detroit, to help each other 
 as well as they could, in their charities, which 
 he represented as mere nothings, but which I 
 found afterwards were what the world's people 
 would make quite a fuss about, mostly among 
 emigrants and sailors. This man, Woodberry, 
 said, as simply as he said every thing else, that it 
 was the only way he had ever experienced religion ; 
 that his father and mother were religious people, 
 and he had a brother who was a Baptist minis- 
 ter; but that he did not make much of their 
 notions or their way, but that these Wadsworth 
 people pulled him through a hard turn once when 
 they found him sick in a sailor boarding-house, 
 and he had found since that their religion proved 
 a very good religion for him.. 
 
 " When we passed through Detroit, he took 
 me rSTlnd to one of their meetings. It had some 
 of the, fuss and form that you and I have seen 
 at lodge, and division, and communication meet- 
 ings all the world over ; but it had a perfectly 
 
76 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 healthy tone, was true as truth, and tremendous- 
 ly energetic. There was no vow of secrecy, but 
 great unwillingness to get into the newspaper. 
 When I showed my picture of Wadsworth, I 
 became quite a hero. They were glad to hear 
 of the founder of their club from one side more. 
 Remember that, till that moment, I was in the 
 clothes I swam ashore in. What should you 
 say if I told you that it was the President of 
 the Harry Wadsworth Club who introduced me 
 to the Detroit banker who honored the draft on 
 New York, in which I am at this moment 
 dressed, and with which I am shod and hatted. 
 So much for the photograph. 
 
 " They have told me of three or four other 
 clubs somewhat like their own. But I do not 
 think there is any effort made to form clubs. It 
 is rather an accident as people drift together. I 
 found they knew all your story of the meeting 
 at the funeral, what you call ' Ten times one is 
 ten.' Some of them were friends of Morton's, 
 some of them had known Professor Widdifield's 
 scholars. They had a printed list of the ' origi- 
 nal ten,' as they called them. I showecj them 
 Mrs. Ingham's calendar of the one hundred and 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 77 
 
 one people who had had their lives lifted up, and 
 made less selfish in their different ways, as that 
 man's central influence extended. That pleased 
 them; they had not, for instance, known any 
 thing about the Kermadeck Islands, nor what 
 had become of you or Mrs. Emerson. I showed 
 them Mrs. Emerson's letter to me, and told them 
 about my visit to Mrs. Merriam. And then one 
 of the statistical brethren proposed a count, 
 whereat a more godly brother quoted Scripture 
 and explained about David's census. None the 
 less did they count up the people they knew and 
 I knew who this day count Harry Wadsworth 
 as personal friend, personal comforter, adviser, 
 and help to them. Ingham, there were one 
 thousand and twenty-three ! 
 
 " I will write you again before we leave here. 
 The house has but three rooms, but they make 
 us very comfortable. Mabel needs rest, and has 
 to get clothed again. 
 
 Truly yours, H. D." 
 
 I read that letter to Polly, and she said, " Ten 
 times a hundred is a thousand. It was only six 
 years ago." 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 
 
 HPHE Harry Wads worth Club, which first met 
 in the North Colchester station, had enlarged 
 itself, in six years, without knowing it, and 
 without trying to enlarge, to a thousand mem- 
 bers. They did not know each other's names, 
 and there were not many of them who cared to. 
 They had a great many different constitutions. 
 Some were clubs for singing, some were sewing- 
 schools, some were base ball clubs ; and this 
 rather formal one at Detroit, upon which, by good 
 luck, Horace Dalrymple had stumbled, had offi- 
 cers, a president, secretary and records, and all 
 that. All you could say of these thousand people 
 was that, in six years, the life of that young rail- 
 road freight-agent had quickened their lives, had 
 made them less selfish, and less worldly. They 
 lived more for each other and for God, because 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 79 
 
 he had lived, and they knew that he had ren- 
 dered them this service. They showed their 
 knowledge of it in different ways, or some of them 
 perhaps did not speak of it at all. Some of the 
 younger and more demonstrative ones had secret 
 breast-pins with H. W. in a cypher on them. 
 Some of the others, like the Morrows, had Har- 
 ry's picture framed and hanging on the wall. 
 Some of them, like me, carried it in their hearts, 
 and needed no bit of paper. 
 
 But as I say, in six years the ten had multi- 
 plied to a thousand by as simple a process as 
 this, 
 
 10 x 10 = 100. 100 x 10 = 1000. 
 
 And, at this fascinating point, alas ! I must 
 leave the detail of the story. Indeed, as you see, 
 I have had to leave it already. Of these thousand 
 lives, I have told the story of only four or five, 
 and only a very little part of that. If anybody 
 should tell the story, it would be Horace Dal- 
 rymple, who with his pretty Mabel travelled up 
 and down America, backwards and forwards, 
 as the Harry Wadsworth people advised him, 
 sent him, or invited him, for three years and 
 more, after that horrible night on the Deerhound. 
 
80 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 They saw a great deal of beautiful scenery, and 
 I dare say they " were shown " as the penny- 
 a-liners love to say a great, many " institu- 
 tions." They came out in the South Park in 
 the Rocky Mountains ; and they went to the 
 Middle Park and to the North Park. I do not 
 know where they did not go. But they did not 
 travel to see " institutions." They did not, in the 
 first instance, go to hunt, or to fish, or to make 
 sketches. They went where one of Harry Wads- 
 worth's men sent them to another. They went 
 from prince to peasant, you would say, only 
 there is never a peasant nor a prince west of the 
 Atlantic, nor east of the Pacific. They went 
 from cabin to palace, and from palace to cabin. 
 So they saw what so few travellers see, the 
 home life of the people here. 
 
 These persons they visited did not sit in 
 groups, with their best clothes on, talking about 
 Harry Wadsworth. Not they ! A great many 
 of them did not speak his name in a year, may- 
 be did not think of him for a month. " It was 
 not that," said pretty Mabel to me, when she 
 was fresh from this Sinbad life, " the freema- 
 sonry of it was that you found everywhere a 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 81 
 
 cheerful out-look, a perfect determination to 
 relieve suffering, and a certainty that it could 
 be relieved, a sort of sweetness of disposition, 
 which comes, I think, from the habit of looking 
 across the line, as if death were little or nothing; 
 and with that, perhaps, a disposition to be social, 
 to meet people more than half way." 
 
 Thus spoke the little Englishwoman ; and I, 
 in my analytical way, used to the inevitable 
 three heads of the sermon, said to myself, 
 " Humph, that is Mabel's translation of faith, 
 hope, and love." 
 
 Horace and Mabel, after their three years' 
 journey, had found us living in South Boston. 
 We were sitting after dinner one day on the 
 wood-shed behind the house, which served us as 
 a piazza, when Horace laid down his pipe, and 
 asked me if I remembered explaining ^to 'him 
 the way in which people dispersed over the 
 United States, so that the census shows that 
 each State is made up from the children of all. 
 I had forgotten it, but he recalled it to me. 
 
 " That was what first set me on this journey," 
 said he, " which has carried us so far. Now the 
 queer thing about it is, that it is no special law 
 6 
 
82 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 of your country, this dispersion and radiation ; it 
 is a law of all modern civilization." 
 
 " Of course it is," said I. 
 
 " Of course it is," said he. " Here is this Con- 
 necticut pinmaker." And he took out from his 
 pocket-book a bit of green paper, evidently torn 
 from a paper of pins, on which the man said 
 that he was "pinmaker for the people of the 
 United States, and for exportation to all parts of 
 the world." " Now, that," said Horace, " is what 
 you call a piece of buncombe ; but, for all that, 
 it is true. The old statement is true, that if you 
 import into Russia a bottle of champagne or a 
 piece of broadcloth, you import liberal ideas 
 there as truly as if you imported Tom Paine. 
 Commerce is no missionary to carry more or 
 better ;than you have at home. But what you 
 have at home, be it gospel or be it drunkenness, 
 commerce carries the world over. As what's- 
 his-name said, the walking-beam of Livingstone's 
 steam-launch preached as well as Livingstone, 
 and a good many more people heard it." 
 
 " It would not have said much if Livingstone 
 had not been there," said I, a little crustily. 
 
 " Don't be sore, padre," said Horace. " No- 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 83 
 
 body said it would. But you see Livingstone 
 was there. That is just what I am saying. And 
 there are Livingstones all over this world, who 
 are not acquainted with the Royal Geographical 
 Society. As we came on from New York last 
 night, after Mabel turned in, I got out this note- 
 book, and I added up the number of men and 
 women who belong to these different Wadsworth 
 clubs, who have travelled or settled in different 
 parts of this world. Just look at them." 
 
 Sure enough I found Horace, who was 
 always a better acting adjutant than he was any 
 thing else, true to his nature, had entered in 
 close columns, forty lines to a page, the people 
 that any of the Harry Wadsworth people re- 
 garded as being really in earnest in relieving the 
 suffering of the world, and getting the world out 
 of the mud. " There's a sort of law of average 
 about it," said Harry. " Every now and then 
 a member dies. Then I make a red star, so, 
 against him. But, on the average, you find that 
 every working man, or especially every working 
 woman in one of these lodges, or clubs, or sing- 
 ing-schools, is represented at the end of three 
 years' time by ten persons whom he has started 
 
84 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 on a better kind of life than he was leading 
 before. When I was with these people at De- 
 troit, after I got my head knocked open, we 
 counted up a little more than a thousand, of 
 what they called, in their stately way, ' affiliated 
 members.' Your wife, here, was one of their 
 1 affiliated members.' But I have got here, now, 
 in three years' more time, see here," and 
 he turned over page after page of his crowded 
 note-book. At the end was a rough count 
 10,140. " That is what three years have made 
 of one thousand and twenty-three, so far as we 
 know. Of course, a great many of them are 
 wholly out of our sight." 
 
 Little Pauline, who is an enthusiast about 
 Harry Wadsworth, though she never saw him, 
 clapped her hands with delight, as Horace said 
 this, and cried out, " TEN TIMES ONE THOUSAND 
 
 IS TEN THOUSAND." 
 
 " Do you learn that at the Lincoln School ? " 
 said Horace, with approval. " I shall have to 
 put you on my register, I believe. But what I 
 was saying, Ingham, is this : Here are underlined 
 with blue all the seafaring men in this list. See 
 how many. With red are all the Englishmen, 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 85 
 
 Scotchmen, Germans, and the rest, whose homes 
 are likely to be in any part of Europe, see 
 here, and here. With green are marked the 
 Asiatics: people at Calcutta, there's a man at 
 Singapore, all these are Japanese men. And 
 these, underscored with black, there are fifty- 
 one even of them, are in Africa; you would 
 say it was impossible. But what with Algiers, 
 Alexandria, ""Zanzibar, the Cape, and a good 
 many men and women who went to Liberia, 
 Harry Wadsworth and his loving life are rep- 
 resented, so far as that, in Africa." 
 
 Then Horace went on to say, that for himself 
 his travelling was over. The people at home 
 were wild to see Mabel and her baby. The child 
 himself was weaned, and he should finally " set- 
 tle down " with the two. " I can do as much at 
 home in renewing this world, and bringing in 
 the kingdom," said he, " as if the Arapahoes were 
 scalping me. And I foresee that my mission 
 ground is Norfolk, which I did not suspect when 
 you and I were in Calabria. What I have to 
 say now is this, that in Norfolk I shall constitute 
 myself the assistant adjutant, for that quarter 
 of the world,- of these Wadsworth people. I 
 
86 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 mean to keep up the list of these whom I have 
 marked with red. If I write one letter every 
 morning and one every evening to them, and 
 four every Sunday, I can write in three years 
 twenty-five hundred letters to one part of Europe 
 and to another. I mean to find out, before three 
 years are over, what the radiating influence of 
 one Christian life is, in a quarter of the world 
 which the man never saw who lived that life." 
 
 We were talking this over, when we met the 
 others at tea. Mabel was full of it. She really 
 knew the Coffins who had gone to Sweden and 
 the Wentworths who were at Dresden, and I 
 know not how many more she meant to write 
 letters to, -and get information. Mary Throop 
 was taking tea with us. One of the real steady- 
 going people she, capable of immense enthu- 
 siasm, all the more, because she never shows any, 
 no, though you put her on the rack and pull 
 her tendons asunder, the 'approved way of 
 awaking enthusiasm. She looked over Dalrym- 
 ple's book with approbation, nodded silently 
 once and again, understood it all the better 
 because no one explained it to her, smiled her 
 approval as she gave it back, and said, " I am 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 87 
 
 going to get a book. I am going to take 
 Asia." 
 
 " Will you ? " cried Horace, exultant. " I had 
 not supposed anybody else would care' any thing 
 about doing it. But if you only will! You 
 see, my dear Miss Mary, it is not the glorifying 
 of this young man, that is the last thing anybody 
 wants to do. It is that any life as noble as his 
 and as pure as his never dies ; and that his 
 power to lift up the world is always going on ! " 
 
 Yes : Mary Throop saw that too. She had 
 not enlisted herself for any work of mutual 
 admiration. She wanted to register the real 
 diffusive power of right and truth and love and 
 life. She would do her share. 
 
 Horace thought a moment and said, " If you 
 really will take Asia, I know who will take 
 Africa. Mabel, do you not remember that great 
 black man on the railroad from Memphis ? Here 
 is his name, Fergus Jamiesson. He will take 
 Africa. He had been up the Niger. He had a 
 passion for statistics. And I have his card 
 somewhere. We can have the whole world. 
 For there is nothing the Detroit men will like 
 better than to keep up America. I will write 
 
88 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 to-night to Taylor and to Wagner. They have 
 the statistical passion there also." 
 
 " For my part," said Polly, " I detest writing 
 letters to people I never saw. I believe you 
 men like it, because you did it in the army, 
 and you thought King Bomba was beaten when 
 you had emptied a pigeon-hole by putting all 
 the papers into big envelopes, and writing on 
 the outside l Respectfully referred to Major 
 Pendennis.' 
 
 " For my part," continued she, " I had rather 
 the children should spend their money on a grab- 
 bag at a fair, than bring me home a parcel of 
 letters from the fair post-office, that were written 
 at a venture, from somebody to nobody, to be 
 posted nowhere, because they were good for 
 nothing." 
 
 Mabel laughed and said, " Amen, amen. But 
 you see, dear Polly," said she, " or you shall 
 see, that these letters of ours are written by 
 somebody of flesh and blood, to somebody of 
 blood and flesh, with something in them and 
 going to Sweden, mine are." 
 
 " Humph," said Polly incredulously, " they 
 will take the express train back to Weeden sta- 
 
TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 89 
 
 tion when they get there." But Mabel only 
 laughed the louder, said she should write her 
 first letter then and there ; that Mary Throop 
 should write hers and that Horace should write 
 his. 
 
 " And Polly," said I, " shall pay the postage, 
 out of our rag-money." 
 
 So the three first letters in this gigantic corre- 
 spondence were written that night in our sitting- 
 room in D Street. They were read, criticised, 
 postscripts added, and then forwarded; and so 
 the second half of the formation of the Club 
 began. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, AND THE ISLES OF THE 
 OCEAN. 
 
 Sj it is true that the next three years of this 
 history become a little less determinate. 
 There is less of that " realism," as the critics call 
 it, which the critics so much dislike, because it 
 makes you sure that what you read is true, in- 
 stead of being bookish, and in general improb- 
 able or unreal, as the critics think all truly good 
 writing should be. You see it was on the 24th 
 of March, 1870, that Dalrymple and his pretty 
 wife left our house to take the City of Brussels for 
 Queenstown and Liverpool, and from that day 
 to this day I have never seen their faces more. 
 Also Mary Throop has never been in D Street 
 again. As for Fergus Jamiesson, I never saw 
 him, far less the Detroit corresponding secreta- 
 ries. What I am now to tell, therefore, of the 
 three years between 1870 and 1873, I am to 
 
EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, ETC. 91 
 
 compile from statistics, files of letters, and the 
 law of general averages ; and it will have much 
 more the vague air of ordinary history, therefore, 
 than the truth truly told ever does, from which, 
 as you know, ordinary history is indefinitely 
 removed. 
 
 Sparing you the detail, then, in which pro- 
 phecy and history fail alike, here is the sum of 
 the story. Of the TEN THOUSAND Dalrymple had 
 the names of I know not how many hundreds 
 of men and women, who from this cosmopolitan 
 country of ours had carried Harry Wads worth's 
 name or his picture, or his printed letters, to one 
 or another part of Europe, or if not these, had 
 carried the spirit of his life there. They had 
 what the Detroit men called the fou'r corner- 
 stones, and in Detroit had painted on four slabs 
 in their lodge-house : " They " looked up and 
 not down," " they did not talk of themselves," 
 " they always lent a hand," and " they were not 
 afraid to ,die." Yes, and they knew, but for 
 Harry Wadsworth, they would have thought 
 more of themselves, would have been brooding 
 and, regretting, would have been slower to 
 help, and would have clung tighter to life. 
 
92 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 With these eight hundred, more or less, men 
 and women, Horace and Mabel began their cor- 
 respondence : three letters a day, counting hers, 
 and five or six every Sunday. Well for them 
 that postage was coming lower, but they sold 
 their foreign stamps for the benefit of the cause. 
 That was an economy Mrs. Haliburton taught 
 them. 
 
 Well ! a great many letters never were an- 
 swered, perhaps a third part. But on the other 
 hand, it proved at once that there were in Europe 
 already many more of the apostles, as Dalrym- 
 ple began to call them, than he and Mabel had 
 any idea of. They had to open new books, with 
 much wider margins, and much more space be- 
 tween the lines. Iron-men had not been ironing 
 in Sweden without carrying there the old Cron- 
 stadt lore ; railroad men did not go to Russia 
 without carrying there the North Colchester 
 traditions ; young artists did not paint in Rome 
 without talking to their model boys, brigands or 
 beggars, as it might happen, in the spirit with 
 which Harry talked to Will Corcoran and the 
 Tidd boys. Nay, Horace even went down into 
 Calabria and established an order there among 
 
EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, ETC. 93 
 
 people as black as the most veritable Carbonari; 
 and he was fond of saying that he found there 
 some Italians, who remembered the padre Col- 
 onel Ingham, and who had not forgotten what 
 I had told them, in my wretched way, of Harry. 
 I think Mabel was most touched, when, as 
 they were coming home through Thuringia, and 
 had stopped on her account for a day or two, at 
 the smallest a-nd least pretentious inn that ever 
 escaped from being put into Murray, the tidy girl 
 who fried the trout, made the bread, smoothed 
 the pillows, brushed away the flies, and in the 
 evening played on the guitar, proved to speak 
 English, and proved to have learned it at Mani- 
 towoc, in Wisconsin. Mabel was so far Western- 
 ised by this time, that she clave to the German 
 girl as to a sister, more, I am afraid, for the 
 flesh is weak, than if the girl had been a bar-maid 
 in Norwich or in Aylsham, rather nearer Mabel's 
 home than Manitowoc was. Be this as it may, 
 they sisterized at once. Mabel talked Wiscon- 
 sin to her, and she talked of the Lakes to Ma- 
 bel, broken English and broken German got 
 cemented together ; and before they were done, 
 the Fraulein had produced a Harry- Wadsworth 
 
94 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 breast-pin ! They had had a little church there 
 in Wisconsin, back twenty miles from the lake, 
 where one of Widdifield's men was the minister! 
 And this girl also had learned "to look forward 
 and not backward, to look up and not down, to 
 look out and not in," and to " lend a hand." 
 And when she came back to Thuringia, in the 
 little guest-house there, she had organized a 
 chorus of peasant-girls, who met her once a week, 
 and read their Bibles together, and sung together, 
 and knitted together, and four times a year gave 
 away the stockings they knit to the old women 
 in the charcoal huts, the witches of seven 
 generations ago, and they did this in memory 
 of Harry! So far that little candle threw its 
 beams ! They showed her the copy of " Frank 
 Leslie," which had the picture of the dedication 
 of the Wadsworth Library Hall in Pioneer, 
 Missouri. 
 
 But I said I would not run into detail. Nor 
 will I even cumber the page by the nicely ruled 
 table Dalrymple " made up for me three years 
 after he left us. I had enough rather copy 
 scraps from Mabel's crossed letters. She wrote 
 freely to us, and did not count those letters 
 
EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, ETC. . 95 
 
 among the official ones. But I will not do that. 
 Nor will I ask you to follow Mary Throop 
 through the mazes of her Asiatic correspond- 
 ence. Queer stamps she got, with her Singa- 
 pore mails, and her Assam distribution offices, 
 and Galle and Shanghae and Petropaulowsky, 
 and End-of-the-earth in general. Nor will I 
 offend the proprieties by copying the very in- 
 different spelling of Fergus Jamiesson, writing 
 from Monrovia, nor explain the great difficul- 
 ties of his inland correspondence. Far less will 
 I try to condense within these waning pages 
 the full and triumphant statistics compiled by 
 the recording and corresponding secretaries, and 
 the staffs of assistant correspondents and assist- 
 ant recorders of the Detroit central " Office of 
 Registration." Do not we all remember George 
 Canning's words ? "I can prove any thing by 
 statistics, except the truth." So we will let 
 the statistics go, accepting only the results. 
 
 For, about the time I got Dalrymple's elabo- 
 rate letter of his three years' observation in 
 Europe, Jarniesson's from Monrovia came. Be- 
 fore long, there appeared an immense printed 
 document from Detroit, and then we wrote to 
 
96 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Mary for her Asiatic statistics. Queer enough, 
 the old law held ! In three years, everybody 
 who cared for this dissemination, by personal 
 love and personal work, of the spirit of an un- 
 selfish life, had found some nine, ten, or eleven 
 people like himself. The average ran at ten, as 
 it had done. And when Pauline, who was now 
 a big child, added up all the columns, they came 
 out, under this eternal law, 101,413. " TEN 
 
 TIMES TEN THOUSAND IS A HUNDRED THOUSAND!" 
 
 That was the one remark which Pauline volun- 
 teered on the occasion. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 
 
 A ND so my story is well-nigh done. Not 
 because there is no more to tell, but be- 
 cause there is so much to tell. Anybody can 
 count the seed-leaves on an elm-tree the year it 
 starts, but Dr. Gray and Mr. Peirce are the only 
 people I ever heard of who computed the leaves 
 on the Washington Elm ; and the man to whom 
 they told the sum forgot whether there were a 
 million or ten million, because neither the word 
 million nor the words ten million gave him much 
 idea or meaning. I could tell you how Harry 
 Wadsworth made the first ten what they were, 
 but I could only hint of the way the first ten 
 helped the first hundred. I could only pick out 
 one story of the work of the first hundred, and 
 of the first thousand I know I have told you 
 nothing. But nothing dies which deserves to 
 live. Fifteen years after he was dead, we loved 
 7 
 
98 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 him all the same ; and every true word he 
 spoke went over the world with all the same 
 power, though it did happen to be spoken in 
 the language of the Ngambes by a chief of the 
 Barotse to a woman of Sesheke. Wildfire does 
 not stop of itself; and when a hundred thou- 
 sand blades of grass are really on fire, it does jnot 
 stop easily. So the next three years from this 
 count of Pauline's proved. 
 
 Dalrymple had also had to appoint secretaries 
 for France, Southern Italy, Northern Italy, and 
 the rest. His polyglot was not very good, and 
 he said different nations had different ways. So 
 it was in Jamiesson's continent also, Kilimane 
 and Sesheke, Ossuan and Jinga, there were 
 many languages, many methods, little writing, 
 and no mails. But love worked wonders easily 
 in that African blood, and Jamiesson had most 
 extraordinary stories from traders, and camel- 
 drivers, and boatmen, and ivory carriers, and I 
 know not whom. In Asia they got things going 
 with their own Asiatic fervor, and they went 
 forward with a rush when they were started. 
 All religions have begun there, and our co-oper- 
 ation in true life, which was no new religion, 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 99 
 
 but only a little additional vigor with a little 
 more simplicity in the old, was at home on the 
 old soil. And here in America, I need not tell 
 how many forms of organization and of refusal 
 to organize, how many statements, platforms, 
 movements, combinations, head centres, middle 
 centres, and centre centres, would develop in 
 three years. 
 
 What pleased me in It all was this, rthat 
 nobody, so far as I could find out, got swept 
 away with the folly of counting noses. Nobody 
 seemed to think he was subduing the world, 
 because he was in a correspondence bureau and 
 kept count of those who subdued. I do not 
 believe anybody gave more time to the corre- 
 spondence than Horace did, a letter before 
 breakfast, and another as he went to bed, per- 
 haps half an hour a day. On the other hand, 
 I am perfectly sure that Horace was ten times 
 a man, because he was thus thrown into outside 
 relations. What does the third " plank " say, 
 but " Look out rather than in." It was near the 
 end of these three years that they made an attack 
 on us, Horace and Mabel, and insisted that our 
 four oldest girls should make them a visit. We 
 
100 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 said it was nonsense, but the girls did not 
 think so, and after many obstacles set up by 
 me, Horace and Mabel and the four girls con- 
 quered ; and, trampling over my body, Alice, 
 Bertha, Clara, and Pauline, all sailed for Eng- 
 land, went to Norfolk, and made a most lovely 
 summer visit there. Horace took them up into 
 Scotland, and they tried salmon-fishing tlrere, 
 all of them, Mabel and all, went to the Lakes 
 together, and they slopped with their water- 
 colors there; but the very best of all was at 
 home. That was so homelike, so English, and 
 so lovely. I think Mabel's father, in his heart 
 of hearts, thought that these four girls were the 
 most extraordinary things which Horace had 
 ever sent home from his wanderings; that no 
 stuffed kangaroo, or no living emu of his boy- 
 hood, equalled these four adventurous living 
 specimens. But none the less did he come over 
 daily to the house to see what could be done 
 that day for their amusement. And Horace's 
 own father, as the girls by one accord declared, 
 was "just lovely." 
 
 Of which visit, let them write the history, in 
 this place only this is to be noted : that except- 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 101 
 
 ing when Pauline went bodily into Horace's 
 den, and compelled him to show her Wadsworth 
 letters, they hardly saw or heard any thing of 
 the secretary's duties as secretary. What they 
 did see was the eager, cheerful life of a consci- 
 entious gentleman in the midst of a large ten- 
 antry. They saw farms in perfect order ; they 
 saw laborers with the lines of promotion open ; 
 they went into schools of cheerful, bright, in- 
 telligent children, well taught and thriving ; they 
 saw all the time that Horace was lifting where 
 he stood ; and that by Swaffham in Norfolk, he 
 was driving out the King Bombas of that region 
 quite as effectually as he drove out another 
 King Bomba from Calabria. His vocation was 
 that of an English land-proprietor, compelling 
 deserts to blossom and bear fruit ; his avocation 
 was so near to it, that it was hard to discrimi- 
 nate. It was the making the men who worked 
 on his estates to be more manly, and the lifting 
 up their children's lives ; yes, and without their 
 knowing it also, the farmers who only paid him 
 rent, and the laborers whom they hired, and their 
 children also, were lifted up in the general reno- 
 vation. These were the vocation and the avo- 
 
102 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 cation. For a little " Third," as he called it, - 
 a pastime of his dressing-room, he kept up 
 the correspondence with such Englishmen as 
 believed in the four cardinal points, and were 
 trying to make other people live by them. 
 
 Norfolk, Norfolk, Norfolk, always Norfolk, 
 with its dear English names, Swaffham and 
 Cockley and Aylsham, and I know not where 
 not, are the burden of the girls' tales of this 
 celebrated English visit. But the end of it is 
 the part which specially belongs in this history 
 of mine ; namely, the expedition they all made to 
 Baden-Baden. A queer place, you would have 
 said, for Horace and Mabel actually to start for, 
 having no other object than to entertain four 
 country cousins, that is, my four girls. But 
 you say this because you do not know that the 
 Prime Minister, and indeed half the government, 
 and the Crown Prince himself, were, at this time, 
 all enthusiasts for " the four cardinal points " 
 named above ; and had, long before, painted 
 these statements of them, in letters of gold on 
 the four sides of the Kursaal, where you, Mr. 
 Chips, remember losing five hundred rouleaux 
 the night before you left for home : " Sursum 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 103 
 
 corda," " vorwarts nicht ruckwarts," " avrove ov 
 <7iroV," and " lend a hand." This was the way 
 they rendered the four legends, which Detroit 
 had been satisfied to print in our vernacular. I 
 need not say that the whole gambling business 
 was at an end ; but though they were virtuous, 
 there were cakes still, and what took the place 
 of ale. The government younger men than 
 you and I remember in Baden were all of them 
 enthusiasts, and all of them aesthetic. They 
 declared that they would show that Baden-Baden 
 without high play could be made more attractive 
 than Baden-Baden with it: they gave the four 
 " cardinal points " for the secrets of the attraction, 
 and certainly they succeeded. The drama of 
 Weimar was never better than theirs ; the out- 
 door life of Baden-Baden itself, in its tawdry 
 days, was never as luxurious as this was now ; 
 the fine art of Munich was more grandiose, but 
 not half so lovely as this ; and, what with pretty 
 girls, enthusiastic artists, an opera beyond re- 
 proach, the perfection of comedy, the most 
 agreeable men in Europe and the most attractive 
 women, the people who came there managed 
 to live without rouge et noir, at least my girls 
 did. 
 
104 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But they did not go there for mere agreeable 
 living. It was, as we know, rather more than 
 eighteen years since that meeting of ten of us, 
 in the North Colchester station house. It was 
 three years since, as I told you, Pauline added 
 up her " hundred thousand " of the multiples of 
 that original ten. An,d at the end of the eighteen 
 years, the Crown Prince had determined to call 
 together privately a Conferenz of corresponding 
 secretaries ; not, as he said in his circular, for the 
 purpose of making any plans, for, as he sup- 
 posed, the great merit of our movement was that 
 it never had any plans, but that the secretaries 
 might know each other by sight, and, at least, 
 have the satisfaction of shaking hands. " If 
 they did nothing else," said the Crown Prince, 
 " they could show each other how they kept their 
 record-books." So they assembled, and for 
 four of Horace's suite I can testify that, as we 
 say down East, " they had an excellent time." 
 But it was the queerest assembly that ever came 
 together in that Kursaal. 
 
 Sailors from the Levantine ports, old long- 
 robed men from Poland, who looked like Shylock, 
 but were very unlike him, cloth-men from the 
 
" TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 105 
 
 depths of Germany, quiet Spanish scholars from 
 the university cities, two quaint-looking school- 
 masters from Holland, and nice stout men, who, 
 Alice is sure, were burgomasters. Then among 
 all this white trash, you might see Jamiesson 
 himself, great quiet black man, a little over- 
 dressed, and his crew of all colors, camel-drivers, 
 pottery-men, wool merchants, cadis, and muftis. 
 Mary Throop was there, looking in the face, for 
 the first time, beys and effendis, with whose 
 autographs she had been long acquainted, and 
 talking, with smiles and with gestures, to people 
 who spoke " Central Tartary " and " Turkey-in- 
 Asia," but of other lingo knew none. All, save a 
 herd of black-coated Americans, looked like a 
 fancy ball, as Clara said, of a thousand people who 
 still moved about as if they had all breakfasted 
 together and were entirely confident in each 
 other, and were never to part from each other 
 again. At the first meeting, two or three hun- 
 dred out of the thousand had each his record- 
 book under his arm ; and, on the old faded green 
 of the tables, left in memoriam, you would see 
 a Spaniard trying .to explain to a Pole about 
 his totals, his 1 gratifying coincidences, and his 
 
106 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 surprises, holding up his fingers byway of 
 count, and the Pole bowing, and sympathizing, 
 and saying, "Ah!" and " aussi," under the im- 
 pression that " aussi " was Spanish for " yes." 
 It was very funny to the eye, for it was the 
 Tower of Babel backwards. It was all lan- 
 guages and peoples united again under the 
 empire of love. 
 
 No ! They would not have any meeting for 
 speech-making, lest they should get into the old 
 ruts. Only, on the day fixed for the first assem- 
 bling, the Crown Prince made one very satisfac- 
 tory speech, with occasional quotations of the four 
 mottoes, pointing to them, which was cheered 
 loudly by those who did not understand it, and 
 equally loudly by those that did. Then, instead 
 of the usual forlornity of a convention, they all 
 fell to talking together, and a charming buzz 
 arose. Dark-eyed secretaries from Bulgaria were 
 seen talking to blonde secretaries with curls from 
 the neighborhood of Fort Scott, in Kansas; a 
 very business-like secretary from Oshkosh was 
 caught talking, behind a door, with a very pretty 
 Circassian secretary who had brought her book 
 all the way from Himry. The result of a week's 
 
TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 107 
 
 rapid talking, with drives, and walks, and con- 
 certs, and picnics, was very great mutual confi- 
 dence and regard among the secretaries, more, 
 as Pauline thought, and as Mabel agreed, than 
 if they had all sat on uncomfortable settees eight 
 hours a day for a week, and had discussed some 
 resolutions that nobody cared a very great deal 
 for. Only then there would have been so much 
 more to put in the newspapers ! And what is 
 life good for, if you cannot put it into the news- 
 papers ? 
 
 Meanwhile, the secretary of state was at work 
 with a detail of clerks furnished him by the 
 home department ; and the different secretaries 
 brought in their books to him, and their totals 
 were transcribed and added, and put into all 
 sorts of tables, in the most admirable way, so as 
 to look quite as dull as, in reality, the miracles 
 they described were exciting. And the result of 
 the whole was, that in the three last years the 
 movement had gained TENFOLD ! Each indi- 
 vidual member seemed, on the average, to have 
 brought in ten new members, or so nearly ten, 
 that the deaths in three years were made good, 
 with nine members more. The grand total 
 
108 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 increased the 107,413 members of three years 
 before to 1,081,729! So soon as this was 
 proved, a royal salute was fired from the old 
 batteries. And, that evening, the court-band 
 performed for the first time a magnificent new 
 symphony, by the great Rudolphssen himself, of 
 which the theme was Zelin Hal Eins ist Zehn, 
 which was received with rapture by all who at 
 all appreciated classical music. I am sorry to 
 say some of the Chinese secretaries did not. 
 But as there was not room for them to sit down, 
 they walked in the gardens in the moonlight. 
 Of all which glories .Bertha wrote full accounts 
 to us, winding up, in immense letters, with what 
 was everybody's motto and badge at Baden-Ba- 
 den, 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND IS A MILLION. 
 
CHAPTER VII. 
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 
 
 A ND so after a little of Switzerland, and a 
 dash at Rome and at Naples, my girls came 
 home. No: no matter what secretaries they 
 had met, that is not part of the story. It had 
 certainly been the most curious convention that 
 ever was held ; with no speeches except this by 
 the Crown Prince, and, instead of Resolutions, 
 nothing but a Symphony. A convention which 
 ended in a symphony ! Nothing but a symphony ! 
 As I heard Kate who had been to Trinity for 
 she knew what say, bitterly disappointed, that 
 there was "nothing but prayers" there; and 
 as the pretty Baroness Thompson when she 
 returned from her wedding-tour, when they 
 had arrived at Niagara too late for the hops at 
 the hotels, told me that there was nothing at 
 Niagara but water! A convention with nothing 
 but a symphony ! But not so bad a convention 
 after all. 
 
110 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 For it sent all these secretaries home well 
 convinced that there was much more in the 
 movement than figures ; and that they and the 
 cause they loved were lost if it were shipwrecked 
 on statistics ; that dear Harry Wadsworth 
 himself would be dissatisfied, even in heaven, if 
 he thought one of them was getting betrayed 
 into preferring a method to the reality. " Love 
 is the whole," said the Piscataquis Secretary to 
 me, as he stopped at No. 9, with some letters 
 from the girls ; and I know he went down to 
 his camp of lumbermen more resolved than 
 ever to lend a hand, and some very noble 
 things we heard from that lumber camp before 
 the next year had gone by. 
 
 But I have forsworn detail. You see we are 
 rushing to the end ! From this great Conferenz 
 the story of the movement is indeed mixed up 
 with the larger history of the world. It was 
 only then that for the first time many in the 
 movement, and many out of it, knew that there 
 was any movement at all. A stone is thrown 
 into the water, but who ever knows where or if 
 the sixth circle strikes*the meadow-grass on the 
 shore ? 
 
THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. Ill 
 
 Nor did we hear of any Conferenz or Con- 
 vention three years after, till it was too late 
 for us. We went on in our quiet way. Life 
 was purer and simpler and less annoyed to us, 
 because constantly, now, we met with near and 
 dear friends whom we had not known a day 
 before, and who looked up and not down, looked 
 out and not in, looked forward and not back- 
 ward, and were ready to lend a hand. Life 
 seemed simpler to them, and it is my belief that, 
 to all of us, in proportion as we bothered less 
 about cultivating ourselves, and were willing to 
 spend and be spent for that without us, above 
 us, and before us, life became infinite and this 
 world became heaven. 
 
 But there was a Conferenz, though we did 
 not know of it beforehand ; without taking 
 down the dictionary I cannot tell what they 
 called it It was in one of the South- Sea Isl- 
 ands, set a-going by some of George Button's 
 Kermadeck people. They could not go to Baden- 
 Baden, of course ; and I believe the whole Pacific 
 Ocean had had but two representatives there. 
 Their canoes could not double Cape Horn, they 
 said. But when they heard the accounts of 
 
112 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Baden-Baden, they all said that, for all its glories, 
 it was still true, as Mr. Morris had made out, 
 that the earthly paradise was in their own 
 beautiful ocean, Pacific Ocean indeed, if any 
 one understood the sublime prophecy in which 
 it was named. So the Beche-la-mer people, and 
 the seal-fishers, and the Nootka Sounders, and 
 the birds'-nest men, and all sorts of Alexander 
 Selkirks, and Swiss Families, and Peter Wilkin- 
 ses, and Crusoes without a name, all the 
 Judds and Bishop. Selwyns and Pitcairns Isl- 
 anders fell to corresponding with each other, and 
 organized their own celebration of the seventh 
 triennial anniversary of the original club meet- 
 ing. It was to be held on Christmas Island, for 
 the name was of good omen; and, as near as 
 they could figure, that was near the centre of 
 the Pacific, and on the whole equally convenient 
 and inconvenient to everybody, like a well- 
 placed school-house in the school district of a 
 country town. Great correspondence they had 
 with other secretaries, and great temptations 
 they offered of bread-fruit and poe, and cocoa- 
 nuts, and bananas, with actually unlimited sup- 
 plies of guava jelly, to any who were carnally 
 
THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 113 
 
 minded, if they would come. Great efforts they 
 made to get some of the " original ten," and 
 with such success that the Widow Corcoran 
 went, and one of the Tidd boys, and Widdi- 
 field, and great heroes, 1 can tell you, they 
 were too. And in every sort of craft the ocean 
 bears did the delegates from different groups 
 arrive ; from groups with names, and groups 
 without them. As by those ocean currents the 
 original cocoanuts were borne wafted in their 
 husky boats ; and every seed and every egg that 
 has been needed since for the food of man or 
 beast, so the delegates or secretaries came 
 north, came south, came east, and came west, to 
 Christmas Island. And they held high festival 
 there for many days. George Dutton was there, 
 evidently no day older than he was when in 
 California he ran for his life. Widdifield 
 met college pupils of his, whom he had not 
 seen since he preached in Newark in New Jer- 
 sey. Mrs. Corcoran met some people from the 
 Old Country who had been living in Honolulu 
 for twenty years ; but on conversation it proved 
 that from their old home in Ballykeir they could 
 see Stevie's Mount in the sunrise, which she, 
 
 8 
 
114 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Mrs. Corcoran, always saw in the sunset, when, 
 as a little girl, she came and went in Ballytul- 
 lah ; and, though neither of them had ever gone 
 to Stevie's Mount, by going round the world, 
 they. had met here on Easter day on Christmas 
 Island. Strong representations from Japan were 
 there, of those charming, mild-spoken, gentle- 
 manly noblemen, and in the ardor of the move- 
 ment some of them had ventured to bring their 
 sisters and their wives. 
 
 And there, too, they had their symphonies in 
 
 thejr own kind, though not after 'the fashion 
 
 / 
 of the court-band of Carlsruhe. Symphonies in 
 
 dan-cing, symphonies in canoes on still water be- 
 hind guardian reefs, symphonies whispered in 
 the ear, symphonies spoken in prayer to God by 
 great congregations ; there was no want of 
 symphonies, and no want of harmony, though 
 there was not a resolution or programme or pre- 
 amble printed or voted for, , nor so much as a 
 cornet-a-piston on the whole Island. The secre- 
 taries had their books, tappa books and books 
 of rice paper, books of cotton, books of seal- 
 skin, books from America ruled by Leveridge 
 and Stratton's compound, patent, self-adjusting, 
 
THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 115 
 
 double combination ruling machine, and long 
 rolls of parchment which some Muftis brought 
 from beyond Muscat. And speculative secreta- 
 ries and calculating secretaries lay for days with 
 their books under fronds of giant ferns, twenty 
 feet high, yes, just as lovingly as the fairies 
 lie under the maiden's-hair in the spring pasture, 
 and calculated and copied, subtracted, trans- 
 ferred, cancelled, and added. Immense corre- 
 spondence they opened from absent secretaries, 
 and then calculated more, made more transfers, 
 and added more. Then they filed the letters, and 
 went off to their dancing, or talking, or story-tell- 
 ing. Then the next day they met and calculated 
 again, and more boats and ships brought more 
 letters. And after two or three weeks the whole 
 was put in the proper tables, and the great law, 
 " Ten Times One is Ten," was verified again. 
 In only three years from the Conferenz at Baden- 
 Baden it was made certain that the movement 
 was represented by at least 10,934,127 members. 
 There was immense jollification at the announce- 
 ment, a great international feast of two finger 
 and three finger poe, with roast-beef, beche-la- 
 mer, birds' nests, and guava jelly, ad libitum. 
 
116 TEN TIMES, ONE IS TEN. 
 
 And when all had well feasted, George sent off 
 his own lovely clipper yacht, the " Harry Wads- 
 worth," which had long before taken the place of 
 the shattered canoe, with a skipper who cracked 
 on day and night to Hawaii, and telegraphed 
 to the four continental secretaries only these 
 words : " Ten million nine hundred and thirty- 
 four thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven." 
 " Only these and nothing more." And the next 
 morning, all over the world where there were 
 newspapers, in the head line of the " Personal " 
 in the leading journals of the towns where were 
 secretaries, there appeared in full-face italic cap- 
 itals these words only, understood by the elect, if 
 by no others : 
 
 TEN TIMES A. MILLION IS TEN MILLION. 
 
 That was the way in which the Christmas 
 Island meeting and its results were first an- 
 nounced to me and to Polly. We had been at 
 No. 9 'for four or five months, and by misfor- 
 tune all our letters from the Kermadeck Islands 
 had gone to D Street in Washington, because 
 the Kermadeckers had neglected to put " South 
 Boston " 'on them. Then they had been sent 
 
THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 117 
 
 back from the dead-letter office to the Island ; and 
 when Dutton got home from the festival, he found 
 them there. Perhaps it did not make much dif- 
 ference, as I suppose none of us could have 
 gone. But we should have been glad to make 
 our own decision. 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 
 
 OO the end comes of course. For when ten 
 million people have determined that the 
 right thing shall come to pass in this world, 
 having a good God on their side, they will 
 always be found to have their own way. For 
 reasons I have explained, the history becomes 
 more vague. For we have now come to the 
 period between 1879 and 1882, and the files of 
 newspapers for that period, let us be thankful, 
 are comparatively few. It was in the fall of 
 1879 that they gathered together under the fern 
 leaves on Christmas Island. 
 
 But this ten million despatch gave spirit to all 
 parties. And, over all the world, many a man 
 and woman who had been talking prose all their 
 lives, and doing very commonplace things, began 
 to learn the great lessons, that it is in the long- 
 run much better to talk prose than to talk poetry, 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 119 
 
 and that he who does commonplace things well 
 may be mastering the world. With the ten 
 million despatch, I should say, there came for 
 the first time the feeling that even by prose and 
 by commonplace the world might be saved. 
 
 And, for three years more, the three years 
 between 1879 and 1882, the ten million people, 
 each in his own home, were doing just what 
 Harry himself did in the beginning. Only they 
 had the feeling, now, that something was coming 
 to pass which he never dreamed of, nor the Club 
 of Ten, nor the Detroit Club. They did not 
 put the " movement " into the newspaper ; there 
 was no "movement" to put in, more than 
 there was when Harry gave the Widow Corco- 
 ran her chips in the wood-shed. Still the great 
 fact of the existence of the ten million could not 
 well be kept out of the newspapers. And with- 
 out dwelling on this period, I may just say that 
 it was in these three years that the "movement," 
 if it must be called so, went through the neces- 
 sary crises of controversy. 
 
 Mf. Agassiz says that every great scientific 
 truth goes through three stages. First, people 
 say it conflicts with the Bible. Next, they say 
 
120 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 it had been discovered before. Lastly, they say 
 they always believed it. Exactly this happened 
 with the " movement." The first two stages 
 came in, in the three years between 1879 and 
 1882. 
 
 As soon as the magic words, 
 
 TEN TIMES A. MILLION IS TEN MILLION. 
 
 appeared by direction of the local secretaries in 
 the " Personal " of the daily newspapers, all the 
 religious newspapers began inquiring into their 
 meaning, and to ask whether there were not 
 concealed some profligate attack oa the Bible. 
 The particularly bright religious journals got 
 leaders out about it within a fortnight after the 
 words appeared, the others not so soon. This 
 delay was not amiss, however. The bright ones 
 had all proved that the words were very danger- 
 ous, and that a terrible plot against the church 
 was concealed in them. This waked up the 
 drowsy ones, and they did not like to own that 
 they had been asleep. So they all said they did 
 hot think the words were dangerous; the only 
 danger was in the columns of the wakeful journ- 
 als. This gave our friends one half the religious 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 121 
 
 press as counsel for the defence ; and as, in truth, 
 our whole effort was in the simple line of the most 
 unpretending Christianity, whenever any journal 
 did try to rip up the constitution of a club, or to 
 prove that Harry Wadsworth was a heathen, the 
 effort generally came to grief of its own weight. 
 There was a good deal of judicious comment on 
 the dangers of secret societies, till it proved that 
 none of the ten million people, as they came to 
 be called, had formed any secret society. A 
 good deal was said about log-rolling and mutual 
 admiration societies. But on the whole it proved 
 that they had a distaste for politics, and that 
 when they were in public life they were men the 
 public could not do without. Before many 
 months, as it happened, a proposal was made in 
 the English Parliament to omit the letter u 
 from the spelling of "honour "in the English 
 Bibles. And then on this question such a con- 
 troversy arose in England as swept through the 
 religious press of all the world, and this quite 
 ended the "ten million discussion." Nothing 
 more was ever said, so far as I ever heard, about 
 the movement being hostile to the Bible. 
 
 But, on the other hand, a good many bright 
 fellows, frontier bishops, secretaries of missionary 
 
122 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 societies, and such like, who were really trying, in 
 their own way, to get the world forward if only 
 they could find places for their levers, studied the 
 bit of mathematics by which in twenty-one years 
 seven zeroes had been annexed to the 1. which 
 stood for Harry Wadsworth. They had the wit to 
 see that this was much more substantial victory 
 than all their tracts had yet won, or any one 
 of their embassies. They saw at the same mo- 
 ment that it was precisely the system on which 
 all Christian victories have been won, on 
 which the hundred people of the Mayflower cabin 
 had become so many millions to-day. Hundreds 
 of these men were sharp-sighted enough and 
 faithful enough to claim the ten million as their 
 own allies ; and at once there were published 
 millons of tracts with such titles as 
 
 " HENRY WADSWORTH proved a SANDEMANIAN." 
 Published by the Sandemaniah Board. Price, 
 one cent; one hundred and twenty-five copies 
 for one dollar. 
 
 TEN MILLION WITNESSES to the 
 Articles of the Protestant Episcopal Church." 
 Published for gratuitous distribution, with the 
 authority of the Rt. Rev. Henry Cairns. Min- 
 neapolis, 1880. 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 123 
 
 "REASONS which make it evident that 
 HENRY WADSWORTH was a Unitarian 
 Congregational Christian." Tract No. 97. Sixth 
 Series. American Unitarian Association, Chi- 
 cago, 1881. 
 
 " WADSWORTH A UNIVERSALIST. A Short Tract, 
 by Hiram Ballou. For circulation." Publishing 
 House, New York, 1880. 
 
 "The Standards Planted. An Affectionate 
 Appeal to the Ten Million." Philadelphia. Pres- 
 byterian Union, 1880. 
 
 " Wesley's Class System vindicated in Wads- 
 worth's Tens." Methodist Board. New York, 
 1880. 
 
 And even Rome did not neglect an occasion 
 so tempting ; but there appeared " Religious 
 Liberty the Method of the Holy Church : an 
 Address to those who believe in the Four Detroit 
 Mottoes." Catholic Publication House, New 
 York, 1880. 
 
 All of them were eager to make out that the 
 four Detroit Epigrams belonged specially to 
 their own communions, and that the ten million 
 would advance their central purpose by coming 
 meekly into their respective organizations. 
 
124 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 It was true enough that dear Harry had pro- 
 fited by all these people's books and plans. But 
 Porter was all wrong, I am sorry to say, in pre- 
 tending that 'Harry was a Sandemanian. The 
 truth was, he was an officer of the Church of 
 the Unity in Colchester ; and, as such, he was 
 at liberty to get all he could from Pope or from 
 Pagan. In that Church, they never asked what 
 a man believed, but they expected him to believe 
 it with all his might, and no mistake. If he 
 believed in Christ enough to come to their com- 
 munion table, they never sought an excuse to 
 turn him away. 
 
 So these three years sped by, first, in 'the 
 endeavor to show that the ten million were the 
 most irreligious of men and women, which they 
 were not ; second, in an attempt from all the foci 
 of ecclesiastical order to show that they were 
 the most religious of men. To my notion they 
 were, though perhaps not exactly as these sev- 
 eral tract-writers supposed. 
 
 Any way, religion or irreligion, the discussion 
 did not help much, and did not hinder much, 
 though perhaps it did hinder a little. The ten 
 million were terribly in earnest, just as much 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 125 
 
 as the Original Ten were. Indeed, they were 
 rather too much in earnest for any large scale 
 frolic when the three years were over. I might 
 say, rather, that in that summer, the summer of 
 1882, the whole civilized world seemed very 
 much changed. Was it that so many men and 
 women were caring for others more than them- 
 selves, and living for God's law and not for 
 the JDevil's ? Any way, there was not a rail- 
 road accident in America or Europe that sum- 
 mer ; Congress adjourned after a session of only 
 three weeks, and most of the State legislatures 
 after a session of only three days. In the pretty 
 country jails they were taking summer boarders. 
 None of the schools in America had any evening 
 lessons. The daily newspapers all had feuilletons 
 with continued stories in them, because they 
 had neither murders, accidents, nor sensation 
 trials. Coal was at half price, because they mined 
 by machinery, and the workmen had forgotten 
 the mystery of striking. There was not a village 
 bat had its daily afternoon jollification, with a 
 play, or dance, or poem a la Morris, or charade, 
 or picnic, or concert. And all life seemed such a 
 frolic, that nobody cared to go to Baden-Baden or 
 
126 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 to Christmas Island, for a Conferenz or a Con- 
 vention. 
 
 None the less did the local secretaries foot up 
 their books, and telegraph the result to Dalrym- 
 ple in Norfolk. Dalrymple's hair was iron-gray 
 now, but he stepped with a firm gait, and his 
 voice rang out as cheerily as ever. With such 
 telegraphs as 1882 worked, his communication 
 even with Timbuctoo was easy. Every day he 
 received some dozens of despatches from different 
 capitals ; and at last, late in October, he got a des- 
 patch from Irkutsk informing him that an express 
 was in from an outlying region of the Chalcha 
 land among the Mongols. For this express they 
 had been waiting, before they could send in their 
 totals. And Dalrymple reverently added the 
 figures to the sum of all the other stations which 
 he had cast before. That tgtal was 99,998,180 
 
 The Irkutsk despatch gave 24,792 
 
 So the grand total was 100,022,972 
 
 souls. 
 
 Horace, dear old boy, touched a key of his 
 table telegraph, and in five seconds the bells of 
 Swaffham, and Cockley, and Aylsham, and Dere- 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 127 
 
 ham, and Hingham, and Norwich, and for aught 
 I know, of half England, were chiming with 
 triple bob-majors and every thing else that would 
 express joy. Ten hours of joyful chiming in Nor- 
 wich, before they brought the bells home ! Hor- 
 ace touched another key, and sent his private 
 despatch to young Gladstone, who was then in 
 his father's place as First Lord of the Treas- 
 ury. In five seconds more the Tower guns were 
 firing, nay, in ten seconds an imperial salute 
 was firing from every battery in that empire on 
 which the sun never sets. Napoleon IV. did 
 not get his despatch for five minutes. He was 
 riding in the Bois de Boulogne, and the " repeat" 
 did not find him. But the Home Minister got 
 his, and took the responsibility of ordering the 
 French- salutes. So that when Napoleon did 
 get the paper, he knew what it was before he 
 opened it. 
 
 It was all an affair of seconds over the world, 
 announced at sunset, sunrise, noon, or midnight, 
 according to your longitude. Our President 
 then was a man you do not know, John Fisher. 
 He was an enthusiast. And his arrangements 
 for salutes were so perfect that he said there was 
 
128 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 not a capital city in America but knew the news 
 sooner than Napoleon IV. had it. You see they 
 had nothing to do, in those days, with the gov- 
 ernment stores of nitre arid powder, but to burn 
 it in jollification. So they burned it. 
 
 And thus it was an old story to most of the 
 world when, the next morning, at the head of 
 the "Personal " in the newspaper, men read 
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MIIXION IS A HUNDRED MTLILION. 
 
 Dalrymple wrote me a philosophical letter this 
 time. He confessed that he had been terribly 
 frightenecl before the Irkutsk despatch came. 
 ,As it was, he said, it was by the skin of our 
 teeth we were saved. He bade me remark the 
 falling off between 109,341,270, which, as he 
 said, should have been the number, at the least, 
 and 100,022,972, which it was. " It is all very 
 well for the multitude," said he, " to say ' ten 
 times ten million is a hundred million,' and that 
 is, thank God, one of the eternal truths. But, 
 for all that, we have not gained tenfold in these 
 three years. We have fallen off badly. So 
 much for the quarrels of you Dominies. All 
 
TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 129 
 
 the time we were sticking fast on the Great 
 Roll, at those ninety-seven millions and ninety- 
 eight millions that filled up so slowly, my heart 
 was in my throat. I lost my appetite, and could 
 not hit a partridge if I tried. I tell you a million, 
 people are a great many. And when that plucky 
 Tchitchakoft's bulletin came in, Fred, I could 
 have kissed him. But, for the love of dear 
 Harry, let us have no more quarrelling among 
 you padres ! " 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 
 
 A ND why were all these salutes fired, the 
 world over? Why was every capital 
 illuminated ? Why was there a holiday given 
 to every school? Half-holidays had been the 
 universal daily custom for years before. It was 
 simply, you see, that a tenth part of the people 
 in the world had shown, in some way worth 
 belief, that they meant 
 
 To look up and not down, 
 To look forward and not back, 
 To look out and not in, 
 
 and 
 
 To lend a hand. 
 
 I say one tenth, in round numbers. We did 
 not know in 1882 how many people there were 
 in the world exactly. But we had subdued some 
 estimates, and we had swelled some, and we 
 " conceited " that there were rather more than a 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 131 
 
 / 
 
 thousand million men, women, and children, the 
 world over. We had one estimate as high as 
 1,228,000,000; and this was, for want of a 
 better, taken by the statistical men as the true 
 one. It was roughly said that a tenth part of 
 these were those little children of whose like is 
 the kingdom of heaven, who are not yet pro- 
 faned by contact with earth, or who, at all events, 
 cannot be pledged to any line of duty. If this 
 were so, there were, in round hundreds, one 
 thousand one hundred million sentient, sensible, 
 and responsible people; in the world, say over 
 three years old. Now, one tenth of these, as I 
 said, were willing to live for the company rather 
 than themselves. This willingness started this 
 rejoicing. Of course a minority so large as that, 
 practically agreeing on a few principles, ruled 
 absolutely the larger majority. When but one 
 man in thirteen was a Christian in the Roman 
 Empire, Constantine found it politic to proclaim 
 Christianity. 
 
 But we meant no such flash in the pan as 
 Constantine's proclamation. We had not seen 
 the Club of ten enlarge to the hundred million, 
 in less than a generation, to stop there. Indeed, 
 
132 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the ten meanest men among those Chalcha peo- 
 ple were as .much in earnest as any of us of the 
 Original Ten, that this world, and nothing less, 
 should be put on a few simple principles, such 
 as Jesus Christ lived for and died for. No man 
 paid any thing about this. The quarrels of the 
 Dominies had cured us of talk and of new 
 methods. Every man and woman understood 
 that there was no short cut nor patent process. 
 We saw that the thing must spread by contagion 
 if it spread at all. Still, though no man said 
 any thing, I can tell you the interest became 
 intense, almost terrible sometimes, as those next 
 three years whirled by. 
 
 You see at first these hundred million people 
 were very unequally divided. Commerce, adven- 
 ture, and all that, had scattered them a great 
 deal; but still there were favored points and 
 points not favored. There were whole villages, 
 where, as far as you could see, almost every man 
 held loyal to the Four Mottoes ; where you were 
 fairly tempted to say that God's own kingdom 
 of love had come, just as you are tempted to 
 say that of some Homes you and I know of. 
 
 But these people, if they really meant " to lend 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 133 
 
 a hand," could not stay in any such four-square 
 Sybaris as that. Indeed they would stifle there, 
 for want of vital air, and of exercise. They 
 could not say their prayers there, indeed. What 
 use in praying " Thy kingdom come, Thy will 
 be done on earth as it is done in heaven," if 
 they, the very work-people to whom God had 
 intrusted the work of the world, were doing 
 nothing about it ? And of course, as they looked 
 out and not in^ and forward and not backward, 
 they did not satisfy themselves with making a 
 contribution in church to help send one man in 
 a black frock coat and a white neck-cloth to do 
 this thing for them. They went themselves, in 
 great companies. That was the new school of 
 missions which built up the new civilization : 
 unless you remember Lord Baltimore, and Win- 
 throp, and the Mayflower, or perhaps go back to 
 Isocrates and Herodotus, and say it was the old 
 school of missions. A new Sybaris, say better 
 a new Nazareth, would plant itself right in the 
 midst of a horde of Gauchos, with rifles enough 
 to make itself respected, yes, but with dolls 
 and rattles enough for the Gaucho babies, bread 
 and butter enough for the Gaucho women if 
 
134 TEN TIMES .ONE IS TEN. 
 
 there were famine, and, in general, love enough 
 to tame any Gaucho chief who was not very 
 thick-skinned. All over the world you saw such 
 clusters of young people going from worn-out 
 soils to the virgin soils, or from tfre new lands to 
 the historical: Old and New playing into each 
 other's hands, and, by wonderful combinations, 
 taking tricks which had been thought impossible 
 before. 
 
 Then you began to see the old line of public 
 appeal exactly changed. The advertisement 
 became the appeal of generosity instead of the 
 plea of selfishness. 
 
 From the New York Herald. 
 
 A MOTHER and her daughter, without encum- 
 brance, would gladly know where they can be of- 
 use. One of them was in Mrs. Emerson's school, and 
 they have had the advantage of personal acquaintance 
 with two of the Original Ten. Address M. and D., 
 Herald Office. 
 
 FIVE young men, who graduate this summer at 
 Cornell, would like to go to a"ny part of the 
 world where they are needed. Will bear their own 
 expenses. Have heard the lectures of Mr. Widdifield, 
 and the brothers Corcoran. 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 135 
 
 
 
 A WIDOW with four children will take into her 
 family a paralyzed woman, or any blind person. 
 Two sons good at lifting invalids. No charge for board, 
 lodging, or washing. Address LAUNDRESS. 
 
 From the New York Observer. 
 
 DISTANCE no objection. Seven families, all the 
 members of which are in good health and have 
 lived together without quarrelling for seventeen years, 
 will gladly go together to any outpost. None of them 
 ever believed in total depravity. Address the Editor of 
 this Journal. 
 
 SEVEN languages! Four gentlemen with their 
 wives, in whose number are good interpreters in 
 seven languages, are ready to sail at a moment's warn-' 
 ing. No charge or salary. Have met personally five 
 of the Original Ten. Address F. O. U. R. 
 
 DETROIT Club. Eleven members of the Original 
 Detroit Club, with their families, wish to corre- 
 spond with reference to duty. From an experience of 
 twenty-four years, they are sure that they shall arouse 
 no animosity among any Christians. Inquire of the 
 Editor of the Observer. 
 
 THE graduates of Humboldt College, Iowa, of the 
 present Senior Class three hundred and seven 
 in number offer themselves for duty. Can work their 
 way as stokers if necessary. They belong to one hun- 
 dred and seven religious sects, and are yet to know their 
 
136 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 first dissension. If necessary, two hundred and ninety- 
 four ladies can accompany them. Address Senior, 
 Springvale, Humboldt, Iowa. 
 
 And so on, and so on. These are only a few 
 out of hundreds. And they are enough to show 
 you how the world is really turned round$ when 
 the people in it, instead of inquiring first about 
 what they shall eat and drink, are inquiring first 
 how the kingdom of God shall come. 
 
 And, I promise you, with such practical use of 
 the machinery of daily life, the kingdom could 
 be seen coming. The enlargement of the world, 
 or of man's intercourse in the world, of course 
 all the time made the world smaller. The tele- 
 graphs, the journeys back and forth to old homes, 
 the enlargement of means of life and love, as the 
 old war establishments were put down and the 
 old taxes forgotten, all these things brought Irk- 
 utsk and North Colchester very near each other ; 
 i nd it no longer seemed strange to find Harry's 
 portrait in a sledge, as you drove across the 
 Baikal. 
 
 Indeed, I believe that any true history of those 
 years would show that the greatest difficulties 
 were not among these distant people. For the 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 137 
 
 first time in history, we began to get interesting 
 letters from the outposts. You see, these people 
 not looking in, but looking out, did not have to 
 tell us much of their own headaches or heart- 
 aches or belly-aches, but were able to devote all 
 their pen, ink, and paper, to the things that 
 they saw, which we at home wanted them to 
 describe. They dealt largely with simple people, 
 and it sometimes seemed as if their accounts were 
 of a " nation in a day," as the hymn says ; though 
 really they caught all their converts with the 
 hook, and not in a net. It was not on the out- 
 skirts that the last difficulties were found. But 
 as every man finds that the hardest knots he has 
 to chop through are those which have been wait- 
 ing in his own wood-shed while easier work was 
 done, so it proved now, that the very hardest 
 jobs of all were in some of the home stations, 
 in breaking up hard-pan which we had been for 
 generations trampling down. 
 
 Just one story of such difficulty, and the 
 whole history of victory may be brought to an 
 end. 
 
 It was in the spring of the last of those three 
 years. Every thing seemed happy, smooth, con- 
 
138 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 tented, vigorous, and wise. Those of us who 
 were in the movement and who indeed was 
 not? could not find man, woman, or talking 
 child, this land through, who was not somehow 
 or other showing practical sympathy with us. 
 I think it was rather as a jollification, than 
 to point out any new line of work, that the 
 "Reformed Associatipn of Covenanters of the 
 New Lanark Platform" held their great decennial 
 convention at Sherman City. This, you know, 
 was one of the most important ecclesiastical 
 gatherings that we could have in this country. 
 The newspapers had so little else to tell that they 
 all had reporters there. Seven hundred clergy and 
 fourteen hundred lay delegates were in attend- 
 ance. The meeting was held in a Rink, with 
 temporary seats, so that every thing seemed to 
 promise a happy time. Never did a more plucky 
 or manly set of fellows bear cross on their 
 shoulders than the men I knew who were in 
 that convention. By way of doing honor to age 
 and experience and learning, old Dr. Philpotts 
 had been appointed president, and he was to 
 preach the opening sermon. 
 
 Imagine, then, the haggard dismay of all 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 139 
 
 parties, press, town, delegates, everybody, 
 when the old gentleman gave out his text, " And 
 what concord hath Christ with Belial? " (2 Cor. 
 y. 15), and proceeded, in the most systematic 
 way, to " pitch in " to the four Detroit mottoes ! 
 First, he should show that it was impossible for 
 a regenerate man to look up, and that his duty 
 was to look down. " Why stand ye gazing up 
 into heaven? " (Acts i. 11.) Second, he should 
 show that every regenerate man must look back- 
 ward rather than forward. " Remember the days 
 of darkness." (Eccl. xi. 8.) Third, he should 
 show that every regenerate man must commune 
 first with his own soul. "While I was musing, 
 the fire burned." (Ps. xxxix. 3.) Fourth, and 
 lastly, that all the dangers at which he had 
 hinted were slight indeed compared with that 
 Covenant of Works, in which men were tempted 
 to suppose that they could advance or hinder 
 the Creator's plans. " A fox shall break down 
 their stone wall." (Nehemiah iv. 3.) If you live 
 to 1885, you will perhaps fall in with this cele- 
 brated sermon in print. I spare you the detail, 
 therefore. About the close there was no " if. " 
 " You have observed, my friends, that I have 
 
140 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 considered the fittest subject of our meditations 
 on this occasion to be a series of fascinating 
 errors, which have led astray a few giddy young 
 men, in the thought or hope that they had found 
 out a better gospel ! Let us all hope that these 
 straws of human harvesting may be blown away 
 even as chaff by the wind of the Infinite Spirit. 
 For myself, as the representative of this august 
 assembly, though these were to be my last 
 words, looking round upon the sacrilegious 
 mottoes which deform and deface the Hall in 
 which we are assembled, I declare that I will 
 never accept them as principles of conduct 
 never, never, never!" And with this outburst 
 he sat down. 
 
 In fact, when Vittermayer had painted the 
 Rink in real fresco, he had wrought in the four 
 mottoes on the four walls. By this time they 
 were so universal that you saw them every- 
 where. 
 
 People were aghast ! There was not a human 
 being in the assembly, except the good old Doc- 
 tor, who was not up to his eyes in the determi- 
 nation that this world should be made a world 
 of Faith, Hope, and Love. So indeed was he. 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 141 
 
 But he had found it necessary to make his indi- 
 vidual and loyal protest against the way things 
 were going on, because they were rather different 
 from the way he supposed they went on in the 
 Covenanters' time. There was a horrid hush for 
 a moment, and then Wilderspin stepped for- 
 ward and gave out, 
 
 " Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews," 
 to be sung by the congregation. They sung it 
 with a will, and blew off steam a little so. Wil- 
 derspin invoked a benediction, and they went 
 sadly home. 
 
 Then began synods, and committees, and 
 every sort of mutual conference, to make the old 
 Doctor back down. " Think how it will sound 
 among those nice Bamangwato people," said my 
 Pauline ; and everybody had some like feeling. 
 But the old man was flint. - They got him, at 
 last, to say in a letter, that, in a modified sense, 
 a Christian might look up to God without step- 
 ping off the platform of the Reformed Covenant- 
 ers, which was the great object with him,- 1 
 then that he might forget himself, without dan- 
 gerous sin, and that he even ought to look 
 forward to a happier future ; but, as to " lending 
 
142 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 a hand," never ! cried the old man. " It is a 
 Covenant of Works, and union with the Devil." 
 
 So sadly came the October in which we 
 had hoped so much. All the other secretaries 
 reported a world subdued by Love. In all the 
 other continents men had found some way to 
 express this Love, and the Faith and Hope 
 which were intertwined with it. All princes 
 and all people were hoping and praying that, as 
 October passed away, one joyful signal the 
 world over might show that the horrors of old 
 history were sealed in one tomb, and that in one 
 unanimous heart-beat a world of self-forgetting 
 men would begin to live as one hearty family of 
 God! But here was one man, who with the 
 noblest motive cried out, " Never, never, never ! " 
 Whatever else might happen, he would never 
 say he .would " lend a hand.' 7 
 
 The thirty-first day of October dawned. I 
 will confess that it was a sad day. Newman 
 wrote me that to him it was a bitter morning. 
 He had been all the evening before discussing 
 the Monophysite heresy with Dr. Philpotts. " I 
 had forgotten the hated names for years," wrote 
 poor Newman ; and so he had led round to the 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 143 
 
 beauty of Unity among Brethren, to which 
 the old man had assented sweetly ; and then 
 Newman had asked, timidly, if, with a change 
 of the language, he could not bring his heart 
 to agree to " do good as he had opportunity " ? 
 " Covenant of Works ! " said the old Trojan ; 
 " Never, never, never ! " So Newman went home, 
 and so waked sadly. A sad breakfast. None 
 of them could get to work. And Newman wrote 
 me that he thanked God even when he heard 
 the fire-alarm strike, because it was an excuse 
 for him to leave his study. 
 
 But when he came to the district, he bitterly 
 rued that selfish thought. The fire was a sud- 
 den and bad one. It was already checked below, 
 but smoke was pouring up and out of the attic 
 windows of the warehouse or factory where it 
 had been burning. It proved to be a factory of 
 paper-boxes, and the pasting women in the attics 
 had been stifling from the smoke. They lay 
 out on the steep roof, with their feet stayed in 
 the gutters, when Newman came there. George 
 Davis and Lawrence Flaherty were moving 
 heaven and earth to bring their ladders to the 
 eaves, and did so ; but no man could stand 
 
144 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the smoke, as he ran up, far less did those 
 poor girls dare to risk it, coming down. New- 
 man told me he saw five fellows in succes- 
 sion dash up Flaherty's ladder, waver, and lose 
 their heads, and drop senseless into the arms- of 
 the crowd below. At last flames began to break 
 out of the fourth-story window, and to lap and 
 lick up the outside of the building. Three min- 
 utes, and the whole would be over, when a 
 tall-man, in his shirt-sleeves, ran boldly down 
 the slope of the roof of the church next the fac- 
 tory ; by an easy spring jumped across the five- 
 feet chasm between the buildings, walked like a 
 cat to the dormer behind which these five girls 
 were crouching; and tfien could be seen leading 
 them, lifting them, encouraging ; and then actu- 
 ally carrying one along the giddy gutter-edge, 
 till he had led them all to the more sheltered 
 side upon which he had sprung. Davis had 
 caught the idea already ; and, by the time that 
 last faint child was on that side, Davis himself 
 was at his ladder's top to take her. One, two, 
 three, all five passed down, and then Shirt- 
 sleeves, as the crowd called him, sprang back 
 across the gulf to the church-roof; and running up 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 145 
 
 the slates to the tower, slipped in, and disappeared. 
 The whole throng was cheering and yelling. 
 The girls were taken, I know not how, and 
 tended, I know not by whom. Everybody but 
 Davis and Flaherty seemed to forget the fire ;* 
 and Newman found himself (as I suppose every 
 one did) asking who Shirt-sleeves was, and 
 where he had gone. The general impression 
 was, seeing he had come down from the steeple, 
 that he was an angel in shirt-sleeves. Talk grew 
 loud at the church-door, which proved to be 
 locked. At last the fussy, lazy sexton appeared 
 on the steps, trying, by his air, to make people 
 think that he was virtually the hero of the occa- 
 sion, though he had not happened to do that 
 particular deed. ." Hannay," cried Newman, " is 
 that you ? who was the man, where is he ? " 
 
 " Locked up in his study," said Hannay ; 
 " sees no one till office-hour." 
 
 Study ? " cried Newman. " Who do you 
 say it is ? " 
 
 " Why, don't you know ? " says Hannay. 
 " Guess you don't see him in his shirt-sleeves 
 as often as I do. He saws all the wood for the 
 furnace fires. Why, it is the old Doctor ! " 
 10 
 
146 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Newman turned to the crowd, waved his hand, 
 and cried, Three times three for Dr. Philpotts ! " 
 And did they not cheer well ? 
 
 Yes : the stanch old theologian, who would 
 have died before he would accept a " Covenant 
 of Works," had risked his life, without one anx- 
 ious thought, for those five girls. " A trick I 
 learned when I was unregenerate," he said after- 
 wards. " I was an undergraduate at Cambridge, 
 and had some duties to discharge in taking the 
 tongue out from the chapel bell." 
 
 And the Sherman City papers stopped the 
 press, and put in EXTRAS, to announce " Gal- 
 lantry of Dr. Philpotts ! " Dr. Philpotts lends a 
 hand ! " And the local secretary telegraphed to 
 the Middle States Secretary, and he telegraphed 
 to the Central Union Secretary, and he tele- 
 graphed to Dalrymple, 
 
 " Dr. Philpotts has lent a hand! " 
 
 And this was all anybody was waiting for. 
 And before noon of that day, the Brothers in 
 Unity at Fort Grant were firing a salute from 
 the two cannon left for that purpose; so that 
 when the Doctor's study was open at his office- 
 hour, he and all men knew that the whole world 
 
A THOUSAND MILLION. 147 
 
 was One. The old gentleman was overwhelmed 
 with visitors. He received their congratulations 
 and thanks cordially ; but he said, " I have not 
 acceded, and I never will accede, to a Covenant 
 of Works." 
 
 That day the whole world held festival. All 
 schools were dismissed, all banks and work- 
 shops and factories closed, all "unnecessary 
 labor suspended," as the great salutes and 
 the great chimes came booming out, which 
 announced the agreement of a world of self- 
 forgetting men. That day do I say ? Every 
 day from that day was festival, century after 
 century. So soon as the world once learned the 
 infinite blessing of Active Love, and stayed it 
 by Faith, and enjoyed it in Hope, there was 
 no danger that the world should unlearn that 
 lesson. 
 
 That lesson if this vision of a possibility 
 prove true comes to the world by no change 
 of law, by no new revelation, nor other gospel 
 than the world has now. It comes simply as 
 man after man, and woman after woman, lead 
 such unselfish lives as all of us see sometimes, 
 
148 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 a's all would' be glad to live, as dear Harry 
 Wadsworth led while his short life went on. 
 
 Nine triads of years were enough each to add 
 a zero to the figure which stood for that one 
 man. 
 
 Ten -times one was ten, 10 X 1 = 10. There 
 was one zero. 
 
 But as the nine zeroes were added, in twenty- 
 seven years the 1. became 1,000,000,000 
 ONE THOUSAND MILLION. 
 
 This proved to be the. number of the Happy 
 World ! 
 
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GEORGE SAND'S NOYELS. 
 
 I. MAUPRAT. Translated by VIRGINIA VAUGHAV. 
 II. ANTONIA. Translated by VIRGINIA VAUGHAN. 
 
 III. MONSIEUR SYLVESTRE. Translated by FRANCIS 
 
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 SOME NOTICES "MAUPRAT." 
 
 "An admirable translation. As to 'Mauprat,' with which novel Roberts 
 Brothers introduce the first of French novelists to the American public, if there 
 were any doubts as to George Sand's power, it would for ever set theui at rest. 
 . . . The object of the story is to show how, by her (Edmee's) noble nature, he 
 {Mauprat) is subsequently transformed from a brute to a man ; his sensual pas- 
 sion to a pure and holy love." Harper's Monthly. 
 
 " The excellence of George Sand, as we understand it, lies in her comprehen- 
 sion of the primitive elements of mankind. She has conquered her way into the 
 human heart, and whether it is at peace or at war, is the same to her ; for she is 
 mistress of all its moods. No woman before ever painted the passions and the 
 emotions with such force and fidelity, and with such consummate art. Whatever 
 else she may be, she is always an artist. . . . Love is the key-note of ' Maupn-t,' 
 love, and what it can accomplish in taming an otherwise untamable spirit. 
 The hero, Bernard Mauprat, grows up with his uncles, who are practically ban- 
 dits, as was not uncommon with men of their class, in the provinces, belore the 
 breaking out of the French Revolution. He is a young savage, of whom the best 
 that can be said is, that he is only less wicked than his relatives, because he has 
 somewhere within him a sense of generosity and honor, to which they are" entire 
 strangers. To sting this sense into activity, to detect the makings of a man in this 
 brute, to make this brute into a man, is the difficult problem, which is worked 
 out by love, the love of Bernard for his cousin Edmee, and hers for him, the 
 love of two strong, passionate, noble natures, locked in a life-and-death struggle, 
 in which the man is finally overcome by the unconquerable strength of woman- 
 hood. Only a great writer could have described such a struggle, and only a grent 
 artist could have kept it within allowable limits. This George Sand has done, we 
 think ; for her portrait of "Bernard is vigorous without being coarse, and her situ- 
 ations are strong without being dangerous. Such, at least, is the impression we 
 have received from reading ' Mauprat,' which, besides being an admirable study 
 of character, is also a fine picture of French provincial life and manners." Put- 
 nam's Monthly. 
 
 " Roberts Brothers propose to publish a series of translations of George 
 Sand's better novels. We can hardly say that all are worth appearing in English ; 
 but it is certain that the ' better ' list will comprise a good many which are worth 
 translating, and among these is ' Mauprat,' though by no means the best of 
 them. Written to show the possibility of constancy in man, a love inspired be- 
 fore and continuing through marriage, it is itself a contradiction to a good many 
 of the popular notions respecting the author, who is generally supposed to be 
 as indifferent to the sanctities of the marriage relation as was her celebrated an- 
 cestor, Augu.^tus of Saxony. . . . The translation is admirable. It i* seldom that 
 one rends such good English in a work translated from any language. The new 
 series is inaugurated in the best possible way, under the hands of Miss Vaughnn, 
 and we trust that she may have a great deal to do with its continuance. It 
 is not everyone who can read French who can write English so well." Old 
 and New. 
 
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ARTHUR HELPS'S WRITINGS. 
 
 1. REALMAH, A Story. Price $2.00. 
 
 2. CASIMIR MAREMMA. A Novel. Price $2.00. 
 
 3. COMPANIONS OF MY SOLITUDE. Price $1.50. 
 
 4. ESSAYS WRITTEN IN THE INTERVALS OF BUS- 
 
 INESS. Price $1.50. 
 
 From the London Review. 
 
 " The tale (REALMAH) is a comparatively brief one, intersected by the 
 conversations of a variety of able personages, with most of whose narrfes 
 and characters we are already familiar through ' Friends in Council.' 
 Looking at it in connection wiljh the social and political lessons that are 
 wrapt up in it, we may fairly attribute to it a higher value than could pos- 
 sibly attach to a common piece of fiction." 
 
 From a Notice by Miss E. M. Converse. 
 
 "There are many reasons why we like this irregular book (Realmah), in 
 which we should find the dialogue tedious without the story; the story dull 
 without the dialogue ', and the whole unmeaning, unless we discerned the 
 purpose of the author underlying the lines, and interweaving, now here, 
 now there, a criticism, a suggestion, an aphorism, a quaint illustration, an 
 exhortation, a metaphysical deduction, or a moral inference. 
 
 " We like a book in which we are not bound to read consecutively, whose 
 leaves we can turn at pleasure and find on every page something to amuse, 
 interest, and instruct. It is like a charming walk in the woods in early 
 summer, where we are attracted now to a lowly flower half hidden under 
 soft moss ; now to a shrub brilliant with showy blossoms ; now to the gran- 
 deur of a spreading tree; now to a bit o f fleecy cloud; and now to the blue 
 of the overarching sky. 
 
 We gladly place ' Realmah ' on the ' book-lined wall, 'by the side of 
 
 From a Notice by Miss H. W. Preston. 
 
 ago ?) that appreciation of Helps 
 that, one may suggest, as of a certain native fineness and excellence of 
 mind. The impression prevails among some of those who do not read him, 
 that Helps is a hard writer. Nothing could be more erroneous. His man- 
 ner is simplicity itself; his speech always winning, and of a silvery dis- 
 tinctness. There are hosts of ravenous readers, lively and capable, who, 
 if their vague prejudice were removed, would exceedingly enjoy the gentle 
 wit, the unassuming wisdom, and the refreshing originality of the author 
 in question. There are men and women, mostly young, with souls that 
 sometimes weary of the serials, who need nothing so much as a persuasive 
 guide to the study of worthier and more enduring literature. For most of 
 those who read novels with avidity are capable of reading something else 
 with avidity, if they only knew it. And such a guide, and pleasantest of all 
 such guides, is Arthur Helps. * * Yet 'Cas.im-ir Marcmma' is a charming 
 book, and, better still, invigorating. Try it. You are going into the country 
 for the summer months that- remain, rtave ' Casimir' with you, and have 
 ' Realmah,' too. The former is the plensanter book, the latter the more pow 
 erful. But if you like one you will like the other. At the least you will rise 
 from their perusal with a grateful sense of having been received for a time 
 into.a select and happy circle, where intellectual breeding is perfect, and the 
 Struggle for brilliancy unknown. 
 
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MARGARET. 
 
 By SYLVESTER JUDD. One volume. Price $1.50. 
 
 SELECTIONS FROM SOME NOTABLE REVIEWS. 
 
 From the Southern Quarterly Review. 
 
 " This book, more than any other that we have read, leads us to believe in the 
 possibility of a distinctive American Literature. ... It bears the impress of New 
 England upon all its features. It will be called the Yankee novel, and rightly ; for 
 nowhere else have we seen the thought, dialect, and customs of a New England 
 Village, so well and faithfully represented. . . . More significant to our mind than 
 any book that has yet appeared in our country. To us it seems to be a prophecy 
 of the future. It contemplates the tendencies of American life and character. 
 Nowhere else have we seen, so well written out, the very feelings which our rivers 
 and woods and mountains are calculated to awaken. . . . We predict the time when 
 Margaret will be one of the Antiquary's text-books. It contains a whole magazine 
 of curious relics and habits. . . . as a record of great ideas and pure sentiments, we 
 place it among the few great books of the age." 
 
 From the North A merican Review. 
 
 " We know not where any could go to find more exact and pleasing descriptions 
 of the scenery of New England, or of the vegetable and animal forms which give it 
 life. ... As a representation of manners as they were, and in many respects are 
 still, in New England, this book is of great value." 
 
 From the London Athenaum, 
 
 " This book, though published some time since in America, has only recently 
 become known here by a few stray copies that have found their way over. Its 
 leading idea is so well worked out, that, with all its faults of detail, it strikes us as 
 deserving a wider circulation. . . . The book bears the impress of a new country, 
 and is full of rough, uncivilized, but vigorous life. The leading idea which it seems 
 intended to expound is, that the surest way to degrade men is to make themselves 
 degraded ; that so long as that belief does not poison the sources of experience, 
 ' all things' even the sins, follies, mistakes, so rife among men can be made 
 1 to work together for good.' This doctrine, startling as it may sound at first, is 
 wrought out with a fine knowledge of human nature." 
 
 From the A nti-Slavery Standard. 
 
 " A remarkable book, with much good common sense in it, full of deep thought, 
 pervaded throughout with strong religious feeling, a full conception of the essence of 
 Christianity, a tender compassion for the present condition of man, and an abiding 
 hope through love of what his destiny may be. . . . But all who, like Margaret, 
 ' dream dreams,' and ' see visions,' and look for that time to come when man shall 
 have 'worked out his own salvation,' and peace shall reign on earth, and good-will 
 to men, will, if they can pardon the faults of the book for its merit, read it with 
 avidity and pleasure." 
 
 From the Boston Daily Advertiser. 
 
 " This is quite a remarkable book, reminding you of Southey's ' Doctor,' per- 
 haps, more than of any other book. . . . Margaret is a most angelic being, who 
 loves everybody and whom everybody loves, and whose sweet influence is felt 
 wherever she appears. She has visions of ideal beauty, and her waking eyes see 
 beauty and joy in every thing." 
 
 From the Christian Register. 
 
 " This is a remarkable book. Its scene is laid in New England, and its period 
 some half century ago. Its materials are drawn from the most familiar elements 
 of every-day life. Its merits are so peculiar, and there is so much that is original 
 and rich in its contents, that, sooner or later, it will be appreciated. It is impossi- 
 ble to predict with assurance the fate of a book, but we shall be much mistaken 
 if Margaret does not in due season work its way to a degree of admiration seldom 
 attained by a work of its class." 
 
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 opinion. The author has a right to claim deference from those who think deepest 
 and know most, when he pleads before them that not Philosophy can save and 
 reclaim the world, but Faith in a Divine Person who is worthy of it, allegiance 
 to a Divine Society which lie founded, and union of hearts in the object for 
 which He created it." The, Guardian. 
 
 ECCE DEUS : Essays on the Life and Doctrine of Jesus 
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 large numbers of liberal minds to which the new book will be a most welcome 
 and helpful volume." Boston Transcript. 
 
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 cannot enter into the merits of this work, but we advise our readers to peruse it 
 along with ' Ecce Homo,' and they will be satisfied of the important part its 
 author plays as a vindicator of 'the Truth as it is in Jesus.'" Scottish, 
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 THE SEER; or, Common Places Refreshed. By 
 
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