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Article Page: Encouraged by the exodus of the lost tribes of soldiers, Israel returned to chair-bottoming. And it was in frequent ing Covent-garden market, at early morning, for the pur chase of his flags, that he experienced one of the strange alleviations hinted of above ; that chatting with the ruddy, aproned, hucksterwomen, on whose moist cheeks yet trickled the dew of the dawn on the meadows ; that being surrounded by bales of hay, as the raker by cocks and ricks in the tield ; those glimpses of garden produce, the blood- beets, with the damp earth still tufting the roots ; that mere handling of his flags, and bethinking him of whence they must have come, the green hedges through which the wagon that brought them had passed ; that trudging home with them as a gleaner with nis sheaf of wheat ; all this was inexpressibly grateful. In want and bitterness, pent in, perforce, between dingy walls, he had rural returns of his boyhood's sweeter days among them ; and the hardest stones of his solitary heart (made hard by bare endurance alone) would feel the stir of tender but quenchless memo ries, like the grass of deserted flagging, upsprouting through its closest seams. Sometimes, when incited by some little incident, however trivial in itself, thoughts of home would