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Story of an Emigrant.
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sec a sight, as he called it, and truly a wonderful sight it
was. In a vacant space among the back streets and alleys
of Liverpool, near the shipping, stood erected an enormous
tent, containing seats for three thousand people. My friend
Ennis led me through the back entrance onto the platform,
where a few ladies and gentlemen were already seated. The
tent was lighted with gas; the people were crowding
into it through half a dozen different entrances. I have never
seen such a crowd before or since. There were thieves,
pickpockets, beggars, prostitutes, drunkards and ragamuffins of
both sexes and of all ages, the very slums and filth of that
great seaport, laughing, shouting, cursing, weeping, and
noisy in every way.
Soon the great tent was filled, and could contain no more.
Then a little man appeared on the platform, whom Mr.
Ennis introduced to me as the Rev. Father Nugent, an Irish
Catholic priest, very small in stature, but with a
countenance beaming with intelligence and benevolence. He
stepped to the front, and the moment he was seen by the
vast audience order and perfect silence reigned.
Here wras another Keshub-Chunder-Sen, but with no new
religion or doctrine to advance, only re-echoing what the
man of Nazareth had said to the same class of people
eighteen centuries ago. This priest has done much noble work,
rescued many from a life of degradation, brought up and
secured places in America for thousands of street gamins and
orphans, and his name is better known, especially among
the English-speaking Catholics, than that of any king or
emperor. And who would not rather be a Father Nugent than
a king ?
In the morning of the fourth of July I arrived in New York
city, and soon found President Chester Arthur, Gen. Garfield’s
successor, occupying rooms near my own in the Fifth
Avenue hotel. After breakfast I was given an interview with
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