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250 And now, empty Vase, by thy flow'rets deserted,
 * Full oft round thy borders, though cheerless and lone,

Fond Memory shall linger, averse to be parted
 * From fragrance thy blossoms around thee have strown.

Farewell, dear companions! Heaven's blessing attend you;
 * And when those bright locks shall be frosted and gray,

When Age the faint light of his taper shall lend you,
 * Come, stand by my mouldering pillow, and say:

We remember the friend by whose side we were seated,
 * While knowledge allured us with lessons of love,

And whose prayer of the Father of Mercies entreated
 * That we all might unite in His kingdom above.

It had been arranged that, after the termination of my school, I should make a valedictory visit to my beloved Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth, before returning home to prepare for my marriage. In their blessed, sympathetic society, I found solace for the dejection of my recent farewell, and counsel for the new and important duties that awaited me. I was constantly by her side, who seemed to me more like an angel than a partaker of our own infirm humanity. The wise, encouraging voice of him who had been to me both as a patron and father, gave me increased confidence in good men, and in a God of goodness.

During the six weeks that thus glided away, I had unrestrained opportunities of becoming more intimately acquainted with Mr. Sigourney, whose residence was in