CHAPTER XXI. 



THE LEMON-PLANT. 



While engaged in writing these simple memorials, 

 I have often been led to think on a friend, before 

 whose eye the pages must frequently have brought 

 scenes and characters no less familiar to her than 

 to myself. Circumstances had parted us, many 

 years ago ; and under the pressure of our respec- 

 tive cares, amid the multiplying demands on our 

 attention, the correspondence had died away : but 

 many a sweet anticipation has gladdened my 

 thoughts, as they dwelt on a future re-union, either 

 in her own green isle, or wheresoever the Lord 

 might permit us to renew the intercourse which, 

 for three years, subsisted, to our mutual delight, 

 almost without a day's separation. Together we 

 watched the fading of the interesting snow-drop — 

 poor Theresa ! and our tears were mingled over 

 the tidings of her blessed transition to the world 

 of happy spirits : together we rejoiced over the 

 first manifestations of divine grace in the little 

 dumb boy, who was devotedly attached to her 



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