lf, my sweet niece, and let me see a fresher colour on
that soft cheek when I return!"

"Take care of yourself rather, my dear, dear uncle," said Lucy, clinging
to him and weeping, as of late her weakened nerves caused her to do at
the least agitation. "Why may I not go with you? You have seemed to
me paler than usual the last three or four days, and you complained
yesterday. Do let me go with you. I will be no trouble, none at all; but
I am sure you require a nurse."

"You want to frighten me, my pretty Lucy," said Brandon, shaking his
head with a smile. "I am well, very well. I felt a strange rush of blood
towards the head yesterday, it is true; but I feel to-day stronger and
lighter than I have done for years. Once more, God bless you, my child!"

And Brandon tore himself away, and commenced his journey.

The wandering and dramatic course of our story now conducts us to an
obscure lane in the metropolis, leading to the Thames, and makes us
spectators of an affecting farewell between two persons, whom the
injustice of fate and the persecutions of men were about perhaps forever
to divide.

"Adieu, my friend!" said Augustus Tomlinson, as he stood looking full on
that segment of the face of Edward Pepper which was left unconcealed by
a huge hat and a red belcher handkerchief. Tomlinson himself was attired
in the full costume of a dignified clergyman. "Adieu, my friend, since
you will remain in England,--adieu! I am, I exult to say, no less
sincere a patriot than you. Heaven be my witness, how long I looked
repugnantly on poor Lovett's proposal to quit my beloved country. But
all hope of life here is now over; and really, during the last ten days
I have been so hunted from corner to corner, so plagued with polite
invitations, similar to those given by a farmer's wife to her ducks,
'Dilly, dilly, dilly, come and be killed!' that my patriotism has
been prodigiously cooled, and I no longer recoil from thoughts of
self-banishment. 'The earth,' my dear Ned, as a Greek sage has very well
observed,--'the earth is the same everywhere!' and if I am asked for my
home, I can point, like Anaxagoras, to heaven!"

"'Pon my soul, you affect me!" said Ned, speaking thick, either from
grief or the pressure of the belcher handkerchief on his mouth; "it is
quite beautiful to hear you talk!"

"Bear up, my dear friend," continued Tomlinson; "bear up against your
present afflictions. What, to a man who fortifies himself by reason and
b