arms.

My son my son!" she cried, pressing him to her heart. Then she held him from her and fixed her eyes on his features, and then again as suddenly embraced him exclaiming" It is he!"-He is alive! I have seen him!-I am not childless! Charles! Charles! My only Charles!"-She became insensible, and sank down on the sofa.

This event was favorable to both parties. Lefevre had time to compose himself, and his mother, when her perceptions returned, was calm. She looked with a tender smile upon her son, who was kneeling by her side, and kissing her hand. "My mother!" said he, with answering

tenderness.

She wept.

"Mother! my dearest mother!? 11 vino Oh! Charles-my dearest CharlesHow that voice goes to my heart! How long it is since I have heard it! It was always sweeter than music to your mother!" storing all zd bol" My beloved mother shall always hear it," said he, weeping with her mut

"Ah! "you will never forsake her will you?" said she, a painful recollection, changing her countenance.

No-never-nothing but death shall separate us; and that but for a short time!" foe "As smile was restored to the cheek, over which the tears were rolling “Dear affectionate child! I have sometimes been unjust to you."

"Oh! my beloved mother, say not so! Do not distress me! It is 1 who have been unjust-undutiful. Say you have forgiven me?"

She could not reply. She embraced him afresh-mixed her tears with hispressed countless kisses on his cheek and forehead-and, restoring him to himself, said "Think, my dear, only of the past, as it shall strengthen our mutual love."

Henceforth the past was forgotten, only as it had this desired tendency. Lefevre tarried some time with his mother, delighting and being delighted. He was edified by the society of Dr. Mills, while it pleased him, as his character reminded him, of the excellencies of his missionary

friend. To that distant friend he wrote a long and affectionate epistle. He visited the favourite walks of his Douglas; and often paused before the tomb of his youthful playmate Caroline. And when he returned to town, it was in company of his mother, who seemed to find in his presence, a charm for that heaviness of spirits, to which she felt herself subject.

DURING Lefevre's absence from London, Douglas was busying his thoughts on what attentions might be most properly shown him, to reconcile his mind to his connexions, and to discover the joy his return had diffused.

Amongst other things, it occurred to him, that, as he knew Lefevre, for some time at least, would like to be accommodated with the Russells, he could easily put his old lodgings into a comfortable state, for his reception. With this impression he went to their worthy and mutual friends, and explained his wishes. For a few minutes he had to sympathize in the first transports of joy, created in their generous bosoms, on learning that Lefevre was in England, and that in a short time they were to see him again! Afterwards

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he found them delighted at his proposal; and so ready to execute it, that he with some difficulty insisted on taking his share, in providing for the arrangements. Mrs. Russell became quite talkative with joy "There are his books you know Mr. Douglas-we have all of them and they have never been touched-and as to the rest we can soon manage it. When does he come? It shall be as nice as a new pin before that time, be it when it will”— And then she ran on, telling in detail, what she would do-how she would do it-just as things arose to her mind. Douglas left his friends, satisfied every thing would be done, that could testify respect and love for his Lefevre.

In addition to this, Douglas thought, that much awkwardness of feeling right be spared his friend, by being introduced at once, to most of those acquaintance he would wish to preserve. He suggested such a meeting to him, and proposed that it should be under his roof; and so conducted as to be, at once, social and devotional. Lefevre cordially acquiesced in