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THE STORY OF MANON LESCAUT.
We spent two months together at New Orleans, awaiting the arrival of a vessel from France. At last we sailed, and landed, only a fortnight since, at Havre-de-Grace.
On my arrival, I wrote to my family. My elder brother, in his reply, gave me the sad news of my father's death. I shudder, with only too much reason, to think that my own misdeeds may have had a share in hastening his end.
As the wind was favorable I took passage at once for Calais, with the intention of going to meet my brother, who writes that he will await my arrival at the house of a relative of mine a few leagues from here.
The end.
