Indeed, he continued advancing with such rapidity that he was like to become the first in his class, and made such unexpected progress, and was so studious, that he had almost forgotten the pictured saint of his affections.

The fresh wreaths of the pine and cypress had waited anxiously to drop once more the dews of Heavens upon the heads of those who had so often poured forth the tender emotions of their souls under its boughs.

He was aware of the pleasure that he had seen there.

So one evening, as he was returning from his reading, he concluded he would pay a visit to this enchanting spot.

Little did he think of witnessing a shadow of his former happiness, though no doubt he wished it might be so.