onless, tranquil, sublime.

The boat moved off just in time to escape the whirlpool which the vessel
produced as it sank, and which threatened to overturn it.

Then the girl, who had remained senseless until that moment, raised her
eyes to the boy, and burst into a storm of tears.

"Good by, Mario!" she cried, amid her sobs, with her arms outstretched
towards him. "Good by! Good by! Good by!"

"Good by!" replied the boy, raising his hand on high.

The boat went swiftly away across the troubled sea, beneath the dark
sky. No one on board the vessel shouted any longer. The water was
already lapping the edge of the deck.

Suddenly the boy fell on his knees, with his hands folded and his eyes
raised to heaven.

The girl covered her face.

When she raised her head again, she cast a glance over the sea: the
vessel was no longer there.

JULY.

THE LAST PAGE FROM MY MOTHER.

Saturday, 1st.

SO the year has come to an end, Enrico, and it is well that you
should be left on the last day with the image of the sublime child,
who gave his life for his friend. You are now about to part from
your teachers and companions, and I must impart to you some sad
news. The separation will last not three months, but forever. Your
father, for reasons connected with his profession, is obliged to
leave Turin, and we are all to go with him.

We shall go next autumn. You will have to enter a new school. You
are sorry for this, are you not? For I am sure that you love your
old school, where twice a day, for the space of four years, you
have experienced the pleasure of working, where for so long a time,
you have seen, at stated hours, the same boys, the same teachers,
the same parents, and your own father or mother awaiting you with a
smile; your old school, where your mind first unclosed, where you
have found so many kind companions, where every word that you have
heard has had your good for its object, and where you have not
suffered a single displeasure which has not been useful to you!
Then bear this affection with you, and bid these boys a hearty
farewell. Some of them will experience misfortunes, they will soon
lose their fathers and mothers; others will die young; others,
perhaps, will nobly shed their blood in battle; many will become
brave and honest workmen, the fathers of honest and industrious
workme