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score as her mother, and her mother strictly obeyed the injunctions of the doctor, never whispered the name, no, not even the arrival, of Charles.

Indeed, why should she? Of the matter between him and Caroline, Julia was an entire stranger! Julia had just been painting some flowers; and whilst Caroline was looking at them, the doctor entered the room, and whispered to his daughter, that "he would be under the necessity of requesting she would go to his library just now, and copy a letter."

Miss Marshall had gone into another room; Miss Caroline (for the doctor had withdrawn with Julia) was left alone, without perceiving her company had gone.

The doctor and Julia came to the library, and Charles was led out of it by the doctor, who went up with him to the drawing-room door, which he

opened and let him in. "Caroline !" "Charles!" were hardly uttered, when these faithful souls were firmly clasped in each other's arms.

The eye would have done ample justice to this scene; the pen, the tale of the author, all he could say on it, is but a dead letter compared to the compassion-bringing picture that now lived in this sincere and comfortyielding couple. The conformity of their spirits gave the finest and most reciprocal conformity to the attitude, which no art, or design could have thrown them into; and the poet might have extended his pleasure by collecting a great number of ideas, which the novelist is not endowed to grasp and embody; still less is his feeble ken, that can only fix upon a single object at a time, enabled to delight his reader by displaying the details of this attractive column of

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beauty and fidelity that has almost already eluded our memory, but which cannot so easily be effaced from the imagination.

As soon as their mutual affection had given vent to itself, Charles offered her a chair; but it was a considerable time ere she could lift her head from off his shoulder. At length, recovering her strength and spirits, the charming Caroline gazed on Charles with the most fixed attention, and his eyes were so completely sealed on hers, that neither spoke, till the feelings of the dear girl overcame her previous resolution not to betray herself in Charles's presence a second time; a flood of tears gave further relief to the remaining oppression and grief which loaded her spirits. It was perhaps but a temporary grief, but it was of that kind which the presence or even the thought of Charles could not fail to oppress her with.

Again she was relieved and again she looked on him, and at last found words with which to address him. But what they were, and how she spoke them, or how he listened to them, or how he answered her, and what she said in reply, this, all this, mortal was not permitted to hear and to record; for if it made any impression on Charles's mind, that part of the table of his memory could never be unveil ed; and Caroline recollected only, that she had seen Charles at the doctor's, and that the sweetest portion of her life-that on which she should always reflect with the deepest sorrow or the highest joy, though soon little better than a fine illusion, she had often wondered if it were on earth,— was spent at this unexpected meeting of her love.

It was now time for them to part. Themselves had not thought of it.

The doctor, who by this time had let his daughter into the secret, delegated Julia to inform Miss Caroline that the carriage had returned to carry her home to dinner.

She gave her hand to Charles, as he could not attend her to the door. The roses blooming on her cheek, with a full sunshine on her eyes that glistened the finest blue beneath the wellarranged ringlets of her fine black hair, gave an impulse to the simple, artless will of Charles to offer his lips to her hand.

On neither side was there any thought to give or take offence; and the bosom of Caroline, though sedate and still, was now gladdened. She showed in her look an unconscious smile; it was like one of those sudden glances of sunshine that breaks on the finest part of nature's workmanship, and touches the soul with sentiments

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