I came all the way back merely for the chance of seeing her." "Did you ever write to her," said I, "or cause others to write to her ?" "I wrote to her myself," said the man, "about two years ago; but I never received an answer.

I learned to write very tolerably over there, by the assistance of the good people I spoke of.

As for reading, I could do that very well before I went--my poor mother taught me to read, out of a book that she was very fond of; a strange book it was, I remember.

Poor dear!--what would I give only to know that she is alive." "Life is very uncertain," said I.
"That is true," said the man, with a sigh.
"We are here one moment, and gone the next," I continued.

"As I passed through the streets of a neighbouring town, I saw a respectable woman drop down, and people said she was dead.