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father as long as he lasts; but he won't last long Mrs Whi"

"Not to say an unfeeling thing," said I, "he cannot do better than go"

"I am afraid that must be admitted," said Herbert; "and then I shall

co and I

alk quietly into the nearest church Re

comes of no family, my dear Handel, and never looked into the red book,

and hasn't a notion about her grandpapa What a fortune for the son of

my mother!"

On the Saturday in that saht hope, but sad and sorry to leave me,--as he sat on one of the

seaport mail coaches I went into a coffee-house to write a little note

to Clara, telling her he had gone off, sending his love to her over and

over again, and then went to my lonely home,--if it deserved the name;

for it was now no home to me, and I had no home anywhere