And now, empty Vase, by thy flow'rets deserted,
Full oft round thy borders, though cheerless and lone,
Fond Memory shall linger, averse to be parted
From fragrance thy blossoms around thee have strown.
Farewell, dear companions! Heaven's blessing attend you;
And when those bright locks shall be frosted and gray,
When Age the faint light of his taper shall lend you,
Come, stand by my mouldering pillow, and say:
We remember the friend by whose side we were seated,
While knowledge allured us with lessons of love,
And whose prayer of the Father of Mercies entreated
That we all might unite in His kingdom above.
It had been arranged that, after the termination of my school, I should make a valedictory visit to my beloved Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth, before returning home to prepare for my marriage. In their blessed, sympathetic society, I found solace for the dejection of my recent farewell, and counsel for the new and important duties that awaited me. I was constantly by her side, who seemed to me more like an angel than a partaker of our own infirm humanity. The wise, encouraging voice of him who had been to me both as a patron and father, gave me increased confidence in good men, and in a God of goodness.
During the six weeks that thus glided away, I had unrestrained opportunities of becoming more intimately acquainted with Mr. Sigourney, whose residence was in
