A SEPARATION. 901

sweet voice on the flute. The summer passed
rapidly away, and the autumn had come, when
there’ was to be a separation. Mr. Starr was
to leave Rose Lawn. He was now in orders,
and soon to be settled over a parish in the
neighborhood of Cramerville. Howard was
going to Philadelphia to learn his profession
from a distinguished architect in that city.
Tom, through the influence of Mr. Cramer,
had obtained a place in the same city, with a
chemist, where he could receive a sufficient
remuneration for his own support, and, at the
same time, be preparing to take the place of
chemist and clerk at the Cramerville mills.

George Cramer was going to college.

Poor Bessie! How lonely she would be
when Tom was gone ; yet she kept up good
spirits, and prepared everything for Tom’s de-
parture, with great care.

It was a cool evening in September; the
first evening in autumn that they had sat be-
fore a fire at the brown cottage. There was
honest Mixon taking his usual nap, and Sancho
stretched out upon the hearth, dreaming of
catching flies, apparently; for he now and