I have known people who found less love in their home than you have done." "You have seen so much of the world," pleaded Anton; "pray let me hear how you chanced to come here." "Very simply," began Fink; "I have an uncle at New York, one of the aristocrats of the Exchange.

When I was fourteen, he wrote to my father to send me over, as he meant to make me his heir.

My father was a thorough merchant.

I was packed up and sent across.

In New York I soon became an accomplished scapegrace, was up to every species of folly, and kept race-horses at an age when German boys eat bread and butter, and play with tops in the streets.