o trust myself out of London
again."

"Then I am afraid we shall not meet very often, Mr. Figgins," said
Mole, "for I, you know, hate town life."

"If you do come to town, though, you will call?"

"Certainly."

"Then, gentlemen, I will wish you farewell. I am deeply grateful for
all you did when we were abroad----"

"Don't mention it."

"Mr. Mole, farewell. You know I feel more like an orphan than ever now
I am parting from you."

"Don't talk like that, Figgins," said Mole.

"I can't help it, indeed, I can't. Farewell, my dear friend, farewell!"

And Figgins retired to his City home, where he still lives, though he
is getting very feeble.

Still, he brightens up whenever he speaks of his old friend and
travelling companion, Mole.

* * * *

It is hard to part with old friends, but the decrees of fate cannot be
avoided, so we must conclude our story.

It will be hardly necessary, we fancy, to inform our readers that young
Jack eventually married little Emily, and Harry Girdwood led Paquita to
the altar.

And as weddings are very much alike, we will not describe the ceremony,
but content ourselves with saying that as much happiness as this world
can afford was and is theirs.

Jack and Harry have extensive farms near each other, and are wealthy
country gentlemen.

They are fond of outdoor sports, and have recently established a pack
of harriers, Tinker and Bogey being respectively first and second
whips. In each establishment there was formerly a room kept always
ready for Mr. Mole, who went from one to the other as it pleased him,
sure of a hearty welcome always.

But, alas! poor Mole is now no more.

Age preyed on his shaken body, and at length laid him on his deathbed.

Even then he could not help referring to the matrimonial portion of his
life.

"I have been too much married, Jack. I am 'a wictim to connubiality,'
if I may be allowed to quote Sam Weller; but never again, dear boy."

And when only half conscious, he would repeat--"Never again, dear boy,"
expressing his firm determination not to marry again.

Poor Mole!

After all, he ended his days in peace, and died regretted by all his
friends, who, if they had laughed at his failings, also remembered his
kindly disposition.

He left behind him sufficient of this world's goods to enable his
faithful Chloe to give the twins a good education.

They are now rollicking schoolboys, but will hav