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 may not have dropped on the manes of Jane and Blanche as they were led away.

They are driven past their old home occasionally by their new owner; and always the light feet make an instant's pause under the windows, to testify that they have not forgotten the dwelling where they were once so cared for and so tenderly loved. Then we breathe a bitter and sympathetic sigh, and say in the depths of our heart, "Poor Jane! Poor Blanche! Are they happy?"

In the overwhelming of our tiny fortunes theirs is the only loss which caused us a real regret.

University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge.