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Yes, can there be a heart so dull and dead As not to be entranced at such a sight! It is so thrilling and so penetrating, So lacerating, so exhilarating, To see an innocent babe devoutly lay Its offering on Duty's altar.

Nay, Her family have also done their part.

I and the Aunts—I should imagine so. You, Lind, may have the key to Anna's heart,

[Presses his hand.

But we possess a picklock, you must know, Able to open where the key avails not. And if in years to come, cares throng and thwart, Only apply to us, our friendship fails not.

Yes, we shall hover round you all your life,—

And shield you from the fiend of wedded strife.

Enchanting group! Love, friendship, hour of gladness, Yet so pathetically touched with sadness.

[Turning to.