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de Thoux upset the whole plan, by throwing her arms around George’s neck, and letting all out at once, by saying, “O George! don’t you know me? I’m your sister Emily.” Cassy had seated herself more composedly and would have carried on her party very well, had not little Eliza suddenly appeared before her in exact shape and form, every outline and curl, just as her daughter was when she saw her last. The little thing peered up in her face; and Cassy caught her up in her arms, pressed her to her bosom, saying, what at the moment she really believed, “Dar- ling, I’m your mother!” In fact, it was a troublesome matter to do up exactly in proper order; but the good pastor, at last, succeeded in getting everybody quiet, and delivering the speech with which he had intended to open the exercises; and in which, at last, he succeeded so well, that his whole audience were sobbing about him in a manner that ought to satisfy any orator, ancient or modern. They knelt together, and the good man prayed,- for there are some feelings so agitated and tumultuous, that they can find rest only by being poured into the bosom of Almighty love,- and then, rising up, the new-found family embraced each other, with a holy trust in Him, who from such peril and dangers, and by such unknown ways, had brought them together. The note-books of a missionary, among the Canadian fugitives, contains truth stranger than fiction. How can it be otherwise, when a system prevails which whirls families and scatters their members, as the wind whirls and scatters the |
