I. CHILD-POWER. ORNY was a disappointed man. When he came over from Ireland, he thought he was coming to El Dorado. Not that he had ever heard of such a place as El Dorado, but he had heard wonderful stories rehearsed by his kinsfolk and neighbors, and he imagined that our rivers were milk, and our lakes honey; that gold was to be had for the asking, and silver was nothing accounted of in "Ameriky." So Corny kissed his father and mother, took his brown-haired, bright-eyed young wife, his pipe, and his flute, and sailed over to the Land of Promise. He found that it promised more than it performed; or rather Irish lips had reported and Irish ears heard more than was ever spoken. The soil of Columbia, like the soil of green Erin, is coy to cold suitors. Fortune here, as fortune there, will be wooed, and not unsought be won; and the long and the short of it was, that Corny, instead of measuring out gold dollars by the sieveful, had |