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 from his pocket, he gazed on it with the mot earned attention, and gave himelf up to painful and tormenting conjecture. From this reverie he was aroued by this emphatic ejaculation–“Thank Almighty God, I have found him!” Suddenly raiing his eyes, he aw before him his foter-father, who, on miing him in the village, had, at the requet of his mother, purued him. The old man, perceiving that his on looked coldly on him, eagerly inquired, with tears in his eyes, if he was not glad to ee him.

“O, yes,” aid Glanville, tarting from his reverie, and auming a cheerful countenance, “that I am! Never did your preence glad my ight o much as at this moment: for thou art come, my father, to clear my mind of doubts that hake my peace, and, like a poionous canker, detroy the bud of happines. Either my upicions have made me the mot ungrateful wretch alive, or they prove me the mot injured of mankind. Speak, ay, who was my father? Nay, do not hrink thus from the quetion; but as thou hoped for mercy hereafter, tell me who my parents were; for there have arien circumtances which might peruade a tronger mind to think myelf of higher birth than my preent fortune peaks me.”

“I know not how to anwer,” aid the trembling Jolet (uch was the peaant’s name); “yet do I well know thou art no on of mine.”

“How then did I come beneath your roof? Thou didt not urely teal me, Jolet. Thou couldt never be o cruel, to rob the doating mother of her tender charge, or tear from the anxious father’s fond embrace the pledge of conjugal felicity.”

“O, no, my on (for in affection thou art till my on), thee hands were never engaged in theft. From every dihonet act I am as pure as you were when, an helples infant, and miling in the ruffian’s face, I natched thee from his uplifted dagger.”

“Ha! murder! Oh, my oul ickens at the very thought!–But tell me all thou knowet of my life; by what myterious workings of Providence thou aved