But Emilie is gone, and are you not curious to know where? I will tell
you; she is gone back to Germany--she and her aunt Agnes are both gone
to Frankfort to live. The fact is, that Emilie is married. She was
engaged to a young Professor of languages, at the very time when the
Christmas tree was raised last year in Mr. Parker's drawing room. He
formed one of the party, indeed, and, but that I am such a very bad hand
at describing love affairs, I might have mentioned it then; besides,
this is not a _love story_ exactly, though there is a great deal about
_love_ in it.

Lewes Franks had come over to England with letters of recommendation
from one or two respectable English families at Frankfort, and was
anxious to return with two or three English pupils, and commence a
school in that town. His name was well known to Mr. Parker, who gladly
promised to consign his two sons, John and Fred to his care, but
recommended young Franks to get married. This Franks was not loth to do
when he saw Emilie Schomberg, and after rather a short courtship, and
quite a matter of fact one, they married and went over to Germany,
accompanied by John, Fred, and Joe White. Mr. Barton, after the sad
accident in the plantation, had so little relish for school keeping,
that he very gladly resigned his pupils to young Franks, who, if he had
little experience in tuition, was admirably qualified to train the young
by a natural gentleness and kindness of disposition, and sincere and
stedfast christian principle.

Edith longed to accompany them, but that was not to be thought of, and
so she consoled herself by writing long letters to Emilie, which
contained plenty of L---- news. I will transcribe one for you.