1/1 must come and fetch him; send the carriage for her," and the now happy grandfather rang the bell, and gave orders to have it prepared immediately. We will draw a veil over the meeting between the long parted and estranged father and daughter. Their tears mingled, and their hearts were one again. And now, fully sensible of his unrelenting cruelty, the gray-haired man could ill brook to hear his daughter's confessions of penitence and petition for forgiveness-they were as daggers to his soul. They were alone, Edward having taken the boy into his room "God only, and good angels, looked Before the mother and child took their departure, it was settled that the Bouillé family should come and take up their residence at Sir Henry Leslie's for the future. There were no exceptions or conditions to the general amnesty, and in his son-in-law's talent and agreeable manners, Sir Henry found a happy substitute for Mr. Wilson. That family, seeing resistance was useless, decamped, and returned to the little country town, and the dingy street they had emerged from, some years previously. The The days of Edward Leslie's stay in England were now numbered. He could not, therefore, see the removal of the whole party into their grandfather's home, but he left Adeline once more installed as mistress of that establishment. When he bade his uncle adieu, he felt that it might, most probably, be the last time he should see his venerable relative in this world. same idea evidently had taken hold on him, and saddened, in some measure, their last hours together; but Edward doubted not the happiness of the remaining days of his pilgrimage on earth, under the devoted care and love of his daughter Adeline, with whom he left his uncle in perfect confidence. Her now deeply religious, but humble-minded character, would, he hoped, nourish the better and more serious feelings springing up in her father's mind, and lead his hoary head into the paths of righteousness and peace. Edith must now be thought of, and his remaining hours spent with her, to whom he, without further delay, returned. Sunday was his last day in England, and a happy and thank ful one it was, and prepared them for their parting on the morrow, which was grave but not sad, for both could trust each other to the care of Him in whom are the issues of life, and without whose permission not a sparrow falleth to the ground. END OF VOLUME I. F. SHOBERL, PRINTER, 51, RUPERT STREET, HAYMARKET. |