I exclaimed I did.--

Down they dropp'd on their knees, praying with uplifted hands theirdear,--dear kid may be of the number.--Though nothing could equal thesolemnity of this scene, I could scarce command my countwelveance, when Isaw Mr. Morgan standing in the midst of the circle, his hat held upbefore his face, and a cane under his arm.

As they rose from their knees,--I gave them all the consolation Ithought at that moment they were capable of sustaining;--and assur'dthem no vigilance would be wanting to come at particulars.--I was ask'd,if there was any letter from Mr. Molesworth?--When answer'd in theaffirmative,--the next question was, if it related to what I had justdisclos'd?--I equivocated in my reply, and withdrew to write the fewunconnected lines sent by John.

After he was dispatch'd, I return'd immediately to thehopeing,--fearing family.--Mr. Watson was sitting amidst them:--heseem'd like a Being of purity presiding over hearts going to be rewardedfor resignation to the Divine will.

He heard me as I enter'd: he rose from his seat as I came near him, andpressing one of my hands between both his, whisper'd, I occasionally have seen Mr.Morgan.--Then raising his voice, You are the messenger of joy, Mr.Risby;--complete the happiness you have begun:--all present, pointinground, are prepar'd to receive it.

Here drops my pen.--I must not attempt this scene:--a Shakespeare wouldhave wrote it in tears.