surprise）。　　Your　husband　quite　blind；　Mrs。　Dibble？
  MRS。　DIBBLE。　　Yes；　sir；　he　be　stone…blind。
  MR。　DIBBLE　（addressing　the　mast）。　　Yes；　sir；　I　be　stone…blind。
  INSPECTOR。　　That's　a　bad　job。　　Take　your　ticket；　Mrs。　Dibble；　and
  don't　lose　it；　and　pass　on。
  Doctor　taps　Mr。　Dibble　on　the　eyebrow　with　his　forefinger；　and　away
  they　go。
  INSPECTOR　（taking　ticket　again）。　　Anastatia　Weedle。
  ANASTATIA　（a　pretty　girl；　in　a　bright　Garibaldi；　this　morning
  elected　by　universal　suffrage　the　Beauty　of　the　Ship）。　　That　is　me；
  sir。
  INSPECTOR。　　Going　alone；　Anastatia？
  ANASTATIA　（shaking　her　curls）。　　I　am　with　Mrs。　Jobson；　sir；　but
  I've　got　separated　for　the　moment。
  INSPECTOR。　　Oh！　　You　are　with　the　Jobsons？　　Quite　right。　　That'll
  do；　Miss　Weedle。　　Don't　lose　your　ticket。
  Away　she　goes；　and　joins　the　Jobsons　who　are　waiting　for　her；　and
  stoops　and　kisses　Brigham　Jobson　…　who　appears　to　be　considered　too
  young　for　the　purpose；　by　several　Mormons　rising　twenty；　who　are
  looking　on。　　Before　her　extensive　skirts　have　departed　from　the
  casks；　a　decent　widow　stands　there　with　four　children；　and　so　the
  roll　goes。
  The　faces　of　some　of　the　Welsh　people；　among　whom　there　were　many
  old　persons；　were　certainly　the　least　intelligent。　　Some　of　these
  emigrants　would　have　bungled　sorely；　but　for　the　directing　hand
  that　was　always　ready。　　The　intelligence　here　was　unquestionably　of
  a　low　order；　and　the　heads　were　of　a　poor　type。　　Generally　the　case
  was　the　reverse。　　There　were　many　worn　faces　bearing　traces　of
  patient　poverty　and　hard　work；　and　there　was　great　steadiness　of
  purpose　and　much　undemonstrative　self…respect　among　this　class。　　A
  few　young　men　were　going　singly。　　Several　girls　were　going；　two　or
  three　together。　　These　latter　I　found　it　very　difficult　to　refer
  back；　in　my　mind；　to　their　relinquished　homes　and　pursuits。
  Perhaps　they　were　more　like　country　milliners；　and　pupil　teachers
  rather　tawdrily　dressed；　than　any　other　classes　of　young　women。　　I
  noticed；　among　many　little　ornaments　worn；　more　than　one
  photograph…brooch　of　the　Princess　of　Wales；　and　also　of　the　late
  Prince　Consort。　　Some　single　women　of　from　thirty　to　forty；　whom
  one　might　suppose　to　be　embroiderers；　or　straw…bonnet…makers；　were
  obviously　going　out　in　quest　of　husbands；　as　finer　ladies　go　to
  India。　　That　they　had　any　distinct　notions　of　a　plurality　of
  husbands　or　wives；　I　do　not　believe。　　To　suppose　the　family　groups
  of　whom　the　majority　of　emigrants　were　composed；　polygamically
  possessed；　would　be　to　suppose　an　absurdity；　manifest　to　any　one
  who　saw　the　fathers　and　mothers。
  I　should　say　（I　had　no　means　of　ascertaining　the　fact）　that　most
  familiar　kinds　of　handicraft　trades　were　represented　here。　　Farm…
  labourers；　shepherds；　and　the　like；　had　their　full　share　of
  representation；　but　I　doubt　if　they　preponderated。　　It　was
  interesting　to　see　how　the　leading　spirit　in　the　family　circle
  never　failed　to　show　itself；　even　in　the　simple　process　of
  answering　to　the　names　as　they　were　called；　and　checking　off　the
  owners　of　the　names。　　Sometimes　it　was　the　father；　much　oftener　the
  mother；　sometimes　a　quick　little　girl　second　or　third　in　order　of
  seniority。　　It　seemed　to　occur　for　the　first　time　to　some　heavy
  fathers；　what　large　families　they　had；　and　their　eyes　rolled　about；
  during　the　calling　of　the　list；　as　if　they　half　misdoubted　some
  other　family　to　have　been　smuggled　into　their　own。　　Among　all　the
  fine　handsome　children；　I　observed　but　two　with　marks　upon　their
  necks　that　were　probably　scrofulous。　　Out　of　the　whole　number　of
  emigrants；　but　one　old　woman　was　temporarily　set　aside　by　the
  doctor；　on　suspicion　of　fever；　but　even　she　afterwards　obtained　a
  clean　bill　of　health。
  When　all　had　'passed；'　and　the　afternoon　began　to　wear　on；　a　black
  box　became　visible　on　deck；　which　box　was　in　charge　of　certain
  personages　also　in　black；　of　whom　only　one　had　the　conventional　air
  of　an　itinerant　preacher。　　This　box　contained　a　supply　of　hymn…
  books；　neatly　printed　and　got　up；　published　at　Liverpool；　and　also
  in　London　at　the　'Latter…Day　Saints'　Book　Depot；　30；　Florence…
  street。'　　Some　copies　were　handsomely　bound；　the　plainer　were　the
  more　in　request；　and　many　were　bought。　　The　title　ran：　　'Sacred
  Hymns　and　Spiritual　Songs　for　the　Church　of　Jesus　Church　of　Latter…
  Day　Saints。'　　The　Preface；　dated　Manchester；　1840；　ran　thus：…　'The
  Saints　in　this　country　have　been　very　desirous　for　a　Hymn　Book
  adapted　to　their　faith　and　worship；　that　they　might　sing　the　truth
  with　an　understanding　heart；　and　express　their　praise；　joy；　and
  gratitude　in　songs　adapted　to　the　New　and　Everlasting　Covenant。　　In
  accordance　with　their　wishes；　we　have　selected　the　following
  volume；　which　we　hope　will　prove　acceptable　until　a　greater　variety
  can　be　added。　　With　sentiments　of　high　consideration　and　esteem；　we
  subscribe　ourselves　your　brethren　in　the　New　and　Everlasting
  Covenant；　BRIGHAM　YOUNG；　PARLEY　P。　PRATT；　JOHN　TAYLOR。'　　From　this
  book　…　by　no　means　explanatory　to　myself　of　the　New　and　Everlasting
  Covenant；　and　not　at　all　making　my　heart　an　understanding　one　on
  the　subject　of　that　mystery　…　a　hymn　was　sung；　which　did　not
  attract　any　great　amount　of　attention；　and　was　supported　by　a
  rather　select　circle。　　But　the　choir　in　the　boat　was　very　popular
  and　pleasant；　and　there　was　to　have　been　a　Band；　only　the　Cornet
  was　late　in　coming　on　board。　　In　the　course　of　the　afternoon；　a
  mother　appeared　from　shore；　in　search　of　her　daughter；　'who　had　run
  away　with　the　Mormons。'　　She　received　every　assistance　from　the
  Inspector；　but　her　daughter　was　not　found　to　be　on　board。　　The
  saints　did　not　seem　to　me；　particularly　interested　in　finding　her。
  Towards　five　o'clock；　the　galley　became　full　of　tea…kettles；　and　an
  agreeable　fragrance　of　tea　pervaded　the　ship。　　There　was　no
  scrambling　or　jostling　for　the　hot　water；　no　ill　humour；　no
  quarrelling。　　As　the　Amazon　was　to　sail　with　the　next　tide；　and　as
  it　would　not　be　high　water　before　two　o'clock　in　the　morning；　I
  left　her　with　her　tea　in　full　action；　and　her　idle　Steam　Tug　lying
  by；　deputing　steam　and　smoke　for　the　time　being　to　the　Tea…kettles。
  I　afterwards　learned　that　a　Despatch　was　sent　home　by　the　captain
  before　he　struck　out　into　the　wide　Atlantic；　highly　extolling　the
  behaviour　of　these　Emigrants；　and　the　perfect　order　and　propriety
  of　all　their　social　arrangements。　　What　is　in　store　for　the　poor
  people　on　the　shores　of　the　Great　Salt　Lake；　what　happy　delusions
  they　are　labouring　under　now；　on　what　miserable　blindness　their
  eyes　may　be　opened　then；　I　do　not　pretend　to　say。　　But　I　went　on
  board　their　ship　to　bear　testimony　against　them　if　they　deserved
  it；　as　I　fully　believed　they　would；　to　my　great　astonishment　they
  did　not　deserve　it；　and　my　predispositions　and　tendencies　must　not
  affect　me　as　an　honest　witness。　　I　went　over　the　Amazon's　side；
  feeling　it　impossible　to　deny　that；　so　far；　some　remarkable
  influence　had　produced　a　remarkable　result；　which　better　known
  influences　have　often　missed。　*
  *　After　this　Uncommercial　Journey　was　printed；　I　happened　to
  mention　the　experience　it　describes　to　Lord　Houghton。　　That
  gentleman　then　showed　me　an　article　of　his　writing；　in　THE
  EDINBURGH　REVIEW　for　January；　1862；　which　is　highly　remarkable　for
  its　philosophical　and　literary　research　concerning　these　Latter…Day
  Saints。　　I　find　in　it　the　following　sentences：…　'The　Select
  Committee　of　the　House　of　Commons　on　emigrant　ships　for　1854
  summoned　the　Mormon　agent　and　passenger…broker　before　it；　and　came
  to　the　conclusion　that　no　ships　under　the　provisions　of　the
  〃Passengers　Act〃　could　be　depended　upon　for　comfort　and　security　in
  the　same　degree　as　those　under　his　administration。　The　Mormon　ship
  is　a　Family　under　strong　and　accepted　discipline；　with　every
  provision　for　comfort；　decorum　and　internal　peace。'
  CHAPTER　XXIII　…　THE　CITY　OF　THE　ABSENT
  When　I　think　I　deserve　particularly　well　of　myself；　and　have　earned
  the　right　to　enjoy　a　little　treat；　I　stroll　from　Covent…garden　into
  the　City　of　London；　after　business…hours　there；　on　a　Saturday；　or　…
  better　yet　…　on　a　Sunday；　and　roam　about　its　deserted　nooks　and
  corners。　　It　is　necessary　to　the　full　enjoyment　of　these　journeys
  that　they　should　be　made　in　summer…time；　for　then　the　retired　spots
  that　I　love　to　haunt；　are　at　their　idlest　and　dullest。　　A　gentle
  fall　of　rain　is　not　objectionable；　and　a　warm　mist　sets　off　my
  favourite　retreats　to　decided　advantage。
  Among　these；　City　Churchyards　hold　a　high　place。　　Such　strange
  churchyards　hide　in　the　City　of　London；　churchyards　sometimes　so
  entirely　detached　from　churches；　always　so　pressed　upon　by　houses；
  so　small；　so　rank；　so　silent；　so　forgotten；　except　by　the　few
  people　who　ever　look　down　into　them　from　their　smoky　windows。　　As　I
  stand　peeping　in　through　the　iron　gates　and　rails；　I　can　peel　the
  rusty　metal　off；　like　bar