This point being settled, I told Clara of it. The poor girl's grief was immoderate. "My dearest brother, I shall lose you, and be left alone in the world. Your impetuous and unruly heart is not in a state to be trusted among the gay and frivolous French. You will be at sea without your compass—you have thrown religion overboard— and what is to guide you in the hour of trial?"
"Fear not, dear Clara," said I; " my own energies will always extricate me from the dangers you apprehend."
"Alas! it is these very energies which I dread," said Clara; "but I trust that all will be for the best. Accept," said she, "of this little book from poor broken-hearted Clara; and, if you love her, look at it sometimes."
I took the book, and embracing her affectionately, assured her, that for her sake I would read it.
When I had completed my arrangements for my foreign tour, I determined to take one last
