he cottage, and Flora
took leave of her mother, with a full heart. We will not dwell on such
partings; they

"Wring the blood from out young hearts,"

as the poet has truly described them, making the snows of age
descend upon the rose crowned brow of youth.

Sorrowfully Flora returned to her pretty little cottage, which presented
a scene of bustle and confusion baffling description. Everything was out
of place and turned upside down. Corded trunks and packages filled up
the passages and doorways; and formed stumbling blocks for kind friends
and curious neighbours, who crowded the house. Strange dogs forced their
way in after their masters, and fought and yelped in undisturbed
pugnacity. The baby cried, and no one was at leisure to pacify her, and
a cheerless and uncomfortable spirit filled the once peaceful and happy
home.

Old Captain Kitson was in his glory; hurrying here and there, ordering,
superintending, and assisting the general confusion, without in the
least degree helping on the work. He had taken upon himself the charge
of hiring the boat which was to convey the emigrants on board the
steamer; and he stood chaffering on the lawn for a couple of hours with
the sailors, to whom she belonged, to induce them to take a shilling
less than the sum proposed.

Tired with the altercation, and sorry for the honest tars, Lyndsay told
the master of the boat to yield to the old Captain's terms, and he would
make up the difference. The sailor answered with a knowing wink, and
appeared reluctantly to consent to old Kitson's wishes.

"There, Mrs. Lyndsay, my dear, I told you these fellows would come to my
terms rather than lose a good customer," cried the old man, rubbing his
hands together in an ecstasy of self-gratulation. "Leave me to make a
bargain; the rogues cannot cheat me with their damned impositions. The
_Leaftenant_ is too soft with these chaps; I'm an old sailor--they can't
come over me. I have made them take one _pound_ for the use of their
craft, instead of _one and twenty_ shillings. 'Take care of the pence,'
my dear, 'and the pounds will take care of themselves.' I found that
out, long before poor Richard marked it down in his log."

Then sidling up to Flora, and putting his long nose into her face, he
whispered in her ear,--

"Now, my dear gall, don't be offended with an old friend; but if you
have any old coats or hats that _Leaftenant_ Lyndsay does not think
worth packing up, I shall be very g