I had got up at daylight myself.
Immediately after breakfast the carriage arrived to take her to the railway station.

A gentleman stepped from this carriage, and greatly to my surprise was warmly welcomed by the Captain and Miss Abigail, and by Miss Nelly herself, who seemed unnecessarily glad to see him.

From the hasty conversation that followed I learned that the gentleman had come somewhat unexpectedly to conduct Miss Nelly to Boston.

But how did he know that she was to leave that morning?
Nelly bade farewell to the Captain and Miss Abigail, made a little rush and kissed me on the nose, and was gone.
As the wheels of the hack rolled up the street and over my finer feelings, I turned to the Captain.
"Who was that gentleman, sir ?" "That was Mr.Waldron." "A relation of yours, sir ?" I asked craftily.
"No relation of mine--a relation of Nelly's," said the Captain, smiling.
"A cousin," I suggested, feeling a strange hatred spring up in my bosom for the unknown.
"Well, I suppose you might call him a cousin for the present.

He's going to marry little Nelly next summer." In one of Peter Parley's valuable historical works is a description of an earthquake at Lisbon.