Did I not feel that she would be benefited by this separation, nothing could induce me to part with her, but, under existing circumstances, I can consent to give her up." Florence flung the letter from her as she concluded, and approaching her cousin, clasped her arms fondly about her.

Mary had covered her face with her hands, and the tears glistened on her slender fingers.
"Oh, Florry, you don't know how pained and hurt I am, that uncle should think I could be so ungrateful as to forget, in the moment of adversity, his unvaried kindness for six long years.

Oh! it is cruel in him to judge me so harshly," and she sobbed aloud.
"I will not be left, I will go with him, that is if--if--Florry, tell me candidly, do you think he has any other reason for not taking me, except my fancied dislike to leaving this place--tell me ?" "No, dear Mary; if he thought you preferred going with us, no power on earth could induce him to leave you." Mary placed her hand in her cousin's, and murmured, "Florry, I will go with you; your home shall be my home, and your sorrows my sorrows." A flash of joy irradiated Florence's pale face as she returned her cousin's warm embrace.
"With you, Mary, to comfort and assist me, I fear nothing; but you have not yet read your uncle's letter, perhaps its contents may influence your decision." Mary perused it in silence, and then put it in her cousin's hand, while the tears rolled over her cheeks.
"Mary, think well ere you reject this kind offer.

Remember how earnestly he entreats that you will come and share his love, his home, and his fortune.

Many privations will be ours, in the land to which we go, and numberless trials assail the poverty-stricken.