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he emigrants last night in England was a dark and stormy one.Yonder in Plymouth Sound the emigrant ship Amphitrite rocked at hermoorings. She was to sail next morning.In the cottage on the moor that God-fearing young farmer, Tom TrevithicksatMorehe emigrants last night in England was a dark and stormy one.Yonder in Plymouth Sound the emigrant ship Amphitrite rocked at hermoorings. She was to sail next morning.In the cottage on the moor that God-fearing young farmer, Tom Trevithicksat reading his Bible, which lay on the table in front of him. Besidehim sat his wife knitting. The three children, two boys and a girl, weresleeping quietly in their cots, undisturbed by the rain that beatgustily upon the window. As the wind howled round the cottage, searchingevery cranny, the flame of the candle flickered, and the tallow drippedin an ever increasing pyramid that formed on the candlestick.Tom Trevithick, following the line of print with his guiding forefinger,read slowly and aloud, They that go down to the sea in ships, and havetheir business in the great waters, these see the works of the Lord andHis wonders in the deep.Lucy Trevithick, his wife, got up and went over to the cot where thesmallest boy was sleeping. She raised the chubby head, smoothed thepillow, and laid the child down again, tucking in the bedclothes. Thechild smiled in his sleep, and the mother bent her head and kissed him.Then she sat down again beside her husband.For He commandeth and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up thewaves thereof. They mount up to heaven, they go down to the depths-their soul is melted because of trouble.Tom, dear, said the woman, hadnt we better go to bed now and getsome sleep? It must be nearly 12 oclock.Aye, aye, my lass. Just wait a minute until I finish the Psalm, andthen we will go to rest for the last time in old England.