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deep, and the weather was stormy. On the
day following he was at the school-house of Mr.
Manson, and weeping over the cold corpse
of his beloved father. The funeral over, new
difficulties presented themselves. His mother !
What was to become of her ? The new school¬
master would require the house, and an almost
immediate removal was necessary. Her brother
offered her an asylum, which she readily ac¬
cepted, disposing of the articles of furniture
which she considered unnecessary, and in a
fortnight after the death of her husband she had
bidden an eternal adieu to the spot which was
so hallowed by the memory of by-gone years.
Andrew now resumed his studies with a sadder
heart than when he first commenced, but the
same ardent thirst carried him on, and the same
avidity characterized his efforts to amass know¬
ledge. *******
The season was over—the spring was cheering,
enlivening the face of nature. The birds sang
their sweetest carols, and the hearts of men
seemed to join chorus in rejoicing at the approach
of genial warmth. But my master seemed an
exception to the general joy; he was sad, me¬
lancholy, and pensive. When the sun threw his