The water of the vast ocean, When it has raged with all its fury, becalms itself again; This is the course of the world;—­and likewise still to forget. Kalmuck Song.

There were no disappointments on the twenty-first; but there was evidently some cause of uneasiness, for there was a great deal of whispering between George and his sister, and a great many significant glances at papa, which plainly indicated that some important disclosure was about to be made.  But muffins and tea appeared, and disappeared, and still not a word.  George fidgeted, and Emma looked uneasy, which Mr. Wilton observing, he said:  “I apprehend there will be no business done to-night, unless I set these anxious little folks at rest, by informing the present company of the events which have transpired since our last meeting.  I believe you were aware that it was my intention shortly to visit Jamaica.  During the past week I have been bringing affairs to a crisis, and it is now finally arranged, that, should nothing intervene to the prevention of our plans, we sail for that island on or about the thirtieth of next month.  This, of course, will preclude the possibility of meeting many more times; but I think we may promise ourselves one farewell debate.  I regret our separation principally on account of our little society, for it has been the means of passing our evenings, not only agreeably, but profitably.  Should our lives be spared, I trust we shall again assemble under the same roof and again enjoy the advantages of each other’s researches.”

This news spread a gloom over the little party, for they could not contemplate a separation from their kind friends without feelings of deep regret, and there were more tears than smiles in their usually bright eyes.

Grandy looked from one young face to another:  all wore the same expression.  Thoughtful, sorrowful, and silent, they sat around the table where they had enjoyed so many happy hours; and she, too, felt that, although it is delightful to possess the affection of friends, yet too often that affection is the cause of much anxiety and deep enduring sorrow.

A separation of 5000 miles was not a trifling cause of grief; but it was a pity to tinge the next month of their existence with unavailing melancholy:  it had been better that it had remained a secret, than to have caused such unhappiness to cloud their serene and cheerful days; and Mrs. Wilton endeavored to make them view the matter in a brighter light.  “At all events,” she said, “we must not render each other miserable, because we are called upon to exercise this self-denial.  It is wrong to waste in unavailing regrets the time we have still to be together, and be gloomy and sad for a whole month.  No! that cannot possibly improve our affairs, and will only unfit us for the performance of our duty, and increase our misery.  Come, wipe away those glistening tears, my children, or they will freeze on your cheeks; for, if I mistake not, we are supposed to be somewhere about the sixtieth parallel of south latitude, and the thermometer somewhat below Zero.  Come, see who will find the situation first.  George, try what you can do.”