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Mr Stewart placed her on the bank, and beckoning to a coache, opened the door, assisted her in, and then cordially shaking the outstretched hand of the servant, inquired if all ell at home?"

"Oh yes, sir! all well except your oing to let me look at your wife? You put her in as if I wan't to seethe door, bade Florence look out; she threw back her longveil, and bent forward; their eyes met, and both started with surprise: "Isaac!"

"Miss Florry! sure as I arasped the white hand heartily

"I cannot understand this at all! Isaac, how came you here?"

"Why you see, when the plantation was sold, ere sold with it; that's how I coe, very strange, that I never once thought of your recognizing the servants, though I should have known you could not forget them In what capacity did Isaac formerly serve?"

"He was always our coachman; and many a ride in childhood I owe to his kindness and wish to ain" And her smile confirmed her words

Mr Stewart took the seat by her side, and was closing the door, when the old man interfered

"Miss Florry, I know old o; but where is Miss Mary? that blessed good child, that never gave a cross word to one on the plantation Why didn't she come home with you?"

Florence could not reply, and the tears rolled silently over her cheeks

"Isaac," said Mr Stewart, in a low, saddened tone, "Mary has gone to a brighter home in heaven! She is happier far than she could be even here with us! She died about a h sleeve across his eyes, Isaac slowly said--"And Miss Mary is dead! Well, she has gone to heaven, if ever anybody did! for she was never like common children Many's the time when my poor little Hannah was burnt, and like to die, that child has co sweet and good! God bless her little soul! she alas an angel!" and again wiping his eyes he mounted the box and drove homeward