CHAPTER v.

"My footsteps rove not where they roved, My home is chang'd; and, one by one, The old familiar forms loved,

 Are faded from my path and gone.'
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 My home is chang'd; and, one by one,

 The old familiar forms l loyed

 Are faded from my path and gone.'

 MoULTnE.

 TIE day of my departure arrived; but Anna Singleton saw not, for she was so i'll as to be confined 10 bed To me this was the most insupportable of all my augmented agonies Powered, doubtless, my passions at that time were, and all objects.were con templated by me through the haze of hea- ted imagination; yet, even as now write ill the calm of melancholy retrospection, after lapse of thirty-seven years, 1 cannot but think how much of my misery would have been alleyiated, if fate had granted me the op- portunity of bidding her simple farewell before we parted.-if had been allowed tc touch her hand, or Chow dearer far } to press her lips to mne-to fold her first and last embrace--to pour out the torrent of my fec lings towards her-to tell her that my pas sion for her bordered almost on siniullness that day and night her image haunted me -and that though we might never meet again here, she would live in my inmost heart, until my dying hour.

 The window of her bedroom looked into the garden, and kept pacing round and round the walks, in the vain hope of perhaps seeing her for moment at the easement; till, the mail hour arriving, was hurried away towards the metropolis, fretting myself into a fever An! thought I, perhaps the dismal prospect of our separation has pressed upon Annals mind, and yet have been silent-l have not given her words of sweet consola- tion--I have not conjured her to put an un- limited trust in my fidelity Perhaps, again responded agonizing doubt, it might be quite otherwise, and she has shut herself up, to avoid the outpouring of passion, which she disdained Or, if she be really sick-andmv Hheart smote me for harboring unjust sus- picions of one single-hearted as the briar- rose--if she be really sick, forgelfuness may come with health, and the day be not far dis tant when she may care not to waste sigh on him, who, after entraPping her affections dwelling, without mentioning his place o destination, or explaining his prospects, without even taking leave of her, or invoking a blessing on her head. So she will thinI to do well in plotting me from her memory land mingling with new friends, she will forn