6/9 I had heard before that he had lost his mother not many months before he came. She then was the last and dearest of his early friends; and he had _no home_. I pitied him from my heart: I almost wept for sympathy. And this, I thought, accounted for the shade of premature thoughtfulness that so frequently clouded his brow, and obtained for him the reputation of a morose and sullen disposition with the charitable Miss Murray and all her kin. He can _make_ friends; and he can make a home too, if he pleases; and, doubtless, he will please some time. |