I am afraid your lot will be a hard one, when I am gone; trials without number are in store for you.

Oh! my proudhearted, beautiful Florence, what will become of you now ?" He covered his face with his hands a moment, then continued--"I do not wish you to return to your native place.

My child must be dependent on no one, yet to leave you here so unprotected, is hard indeed.

Dr.Bryant has promised to watch over you, and the Carltons are kind friends.

Florence you must depend upon yourself.
Thank God, you are strong-minded, and Mary, our kind, good Mary, will be near, to comfort and assist you.