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took flight, and the next place he paused at
was a flower garden skirted by elm-trees and a
brook. 7

Now within the garden palings stood a cottage-
villa bleached white in the rays of the moon.
And within the villa at an open window in an
upper chamber sat a young lad almost as white.
To-morrow he must leave the home of his childhood,
and begin life in earnest for himself. To-morrow
this room would be his room no more. His place
must be far away among strangers.—Dismantled
walls and bookshelves, ye can shed no tears,
though ye bring many, and look dewn on broken
hearts like cruel ghosts of the past !—But the lad
in the upper chamber could not weep, for hard,
unreasoning sorrow stiffened his heart. “The
room is yours for ever while we live,” his mother
had said in vain an hour before. ‘‘I-shall put
other pictures up against you come home!” the —
little sister had whispered to no purpose before
she went to bed.
_ “ Home, home!” murmured the unceasing sor-
row within. “Thou hast a home here no longer.