260 MISCELLANEOUS. 



old friends, schoolmates and acquaintances, until two days 

 passed rapidly away. Then I returned to the station to take 

 the train for home my present home. But as I pass by the 

 old farm, I pause once more to take a last fond look at those 

 scenes so dear to me. Ah! when shall I see them again? 

 Perhaps never. Then farewell, dear, dear old home, fare- 

 well! Thou art no longer my home; I am a stranger here 

 now, an intruder. There is no welcome for me. Tears dim 

 my eyes as I gaze o'er the green fields, and in my heart, old 

 home, thy memory shall ever be kept as green as are thy hills 

 and valleys now. 



