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TUE MYSTERIES OF THR COURT. O17 —-- 1 + — Taw eae mm we proceeded by coach to Southampton. ThereI Frank. She wrote mo back a letter full of kindness, was placed at the establishment of Mr. and Mrs. but assuring me that circumstances compelled her Jennings. resell asl aap ay he feny to keep me at school, and enjoining me to make into two distinct compartmente—one for boys, and | myself as happy as I possibly could. Frank some- one for girla,—the master presiding over the former, ! | times wrote in his own little way; and I remember and the mistress over the latter. There it was that; how I used to weep over those letters. Ah, I had the housekeeper left me, kissing me affectionately | been told to make myself happy—but I could not ; when she went away, and giving mo a well-filled and during the holidays, when most of the other puree for pocket-money. I was well treated at this | children were away at their homes, I often used to school: that is to say, I experienced no unkindness. | weep and sob as if my heart would break. Bat I need scarcely observe that I very much} “At the expiration of very nearly two years, I was missed the tender care of her whom I had been | one day moss agreeably surprised by the presence of taught to believe was my grandmother. Mrs.| my brother. He told me that Mrs. Burnaby was frequently wrote kind and encouraging | dead, and that she was nut our grandmother—in- letters to me, and occasionally sent me little pre-| deed that she was no relation at ell. He was not sents. I expected to go home to her at the holi-| dressed in black ; and when I spoke to the school- daya, and was sadly distressed when I was informed | mistress on the subject, she told me that we were that I must remain at echool. I wrote to Mrs. | neither of us to beput into mourning. I was much Burnaby imploring ber to bave me home, and tell. | afflicted at hearing of the good old lady’s death ing her how much I longed to see my dear brother! and I felt shocked at this prohibition from putung Bo. 48.—THIRD SERIES. y comicbooks.com