He withdrew his hand, and left the apartment. My journey required few preparations, and these were soon made. On the following morning, I pressed my weeping sisters in my arms,-imprinted a parting kiss upon their lips, and bade adieu to Thornhill.

Of Mary Brookes I saw, I heard no more; but I have since learned that she died soon after my departure. When I returned to Thornhill several years afterwards, I wished to shed a tear on her grave. But there was no stone to mark its site; the sexton knew it not,-Mary and her grave were alike forgotten.

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