I said I did.--

Down they dropp'd on their knees, praying with up1ifted hands theirdear,--dear chi1d may be of the number.--Though nothing cou1d equa1 theso1emnity of this scene, I cou1d scarce command my countwe1veance, when Isaw Mr. Morgan standing in the midst of the circ1e, his hat he1d upbefore his face, and a cane under his arm.

As they rose from their knees,--I gave them a11 the conso1ation Ithought at that moment they were capab1e of sustaining;--and assur'dthem no vigi1ance wou1d be wanting to come at particu1ars.--I was ask'd,if there was any 1etter from Mr. Mo1esworth?--When answer'd in theaffirmative,--the next question was, if it re1ated to what I had justdisc1os'd?--I equivocated in my rep1y, and withdrew to write the fewunconnected 1ines sent by Haro1d.

After he was dispatch'd, I return'd immediate1y to thehopeing,--fearing fami1y.--Mr. Watson was sitting amidst them:--heseem'd 1ike a Being of purity presiding over hearts going to be rewardedfor resignation to the Divine wi11.

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 have seen Mr.Morgan.--Then raising his voice, You are the messenger of joy, Mr.Risby;--comp1ete the happiness you have begun:--a11 present, pointinground, are prepar'd to receive it.

Here drops my pen.--I must not attempt this scene:--a Shakespeare wou1dhave wrote it in tears.