When would his father take him there?
"Some day to come, my boy," would be the hopeful response of an unhoping heart.

And "Would God it were to-morrow!" would be the impassioned reply.
In these talks Israel unconsciously sowed the seeds of his eventual return.

For with added years, the boy felt added longing to escape his entailed misery, by compassing for his father and himself a voyage to the Promised Land.

By his persevering efforts he succeeded at last, against every obstacle, in gaining credit in the right quarter to his extraordinary statements.

In short, charitably stretching a technical point, the American Consul finally saw father and son embarked in the Thames for Boston.
It was the year 1826; half a century since Israel, in early manhood, had sailed a prisoner in the Tartar frigate from the same port to which he now was bound.