I had ordered my &longs;ervant to &longs;upply Mr. Nel&longs;on
(for that was the name of the old Lieutenant) with
every thing nece&longs;&longs;ary for him to appear in at dinner,
and then went to &longs;eek my Emma.—I found her in

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the garden—the young lady I had re&longs;cued la&longs;t night
was bu&longs;y in platting a little lock of hair, and placing
it in a fanciful manner, to the bottom of a picture
which hung round her neck. When &longs;he had finished,
&longs;he glanced her eye towards us, and thinking &longs;he
was not ob&longs;erved, pre&longs;&longs;ed it &longs;everal times to her lips.
I thought I &longs;aw a tear in her eye, but the cha&longs;te look,
the religious fervour with which &longs;he gazed upon the
portrait, convinced me it was a tear who&longs;e &longs;ource
might be acknowledged without a blu&longs;h.

She had dropped the picture, and, re&longs;ting one arm
upon a pede&longs;tal, &longs;eemed attentively watching Harriet
and Lucy, who had dre&longs;&longs;ed a little favourite dog
in their dolls cloaths, and was teaching it to dance a
minuet.—The &longs;cene was picture&longs;que; and I know
not how long I might have contemplated it with silent
&longs;atisfaction, had I not ob&longs;erved Mr. Nel&longs;on
coming toward me with eager &longs;tep and anxious eye.

Tell me, who is that? &longs;aid he, pointing to the
young lady—but that I think 'tis impo&longs;&longs;ible, I &longs;hould
&longs;ay 'tis my Narci&longs;&longs;a.

At the &longs;ound of his voice the young lady looked up,
and, advancing a few &longs;teps, &longs;tood in an attitude of
wonder and a&longs;toni&longs;hment, till he pronounced the
name of Narci&longs;&longs;a; when &longs;pringing like lightning to
him, &longs;he threw her arms round his neck, and cried,
Yes, yes, I am your child.

It would be doing inju&longs;tice to the re&longs;t of the &longs;cene,
were I to attempt to de&longs;cribe it—words could not
&longs;peak the feelings of their hearts—It was a meeting
between a fond father and an affectionate child—and
I leave it to &longs;uch to judge of their happine&longs;s.