“Mother; yes, now indeed may I call you mother!” exclaimed Edward, when the agitation of this sudden meeting had subsided, and he found himself seated on a sofa between his aunt and sister, clasping the hand of the former and twining his arm caressingly round the latter.  “Now indeed may I indulge in the joy it is to behold you both again; now may I stand forth unshrinkingly to meet my uncle’s glance, no guilt, or shame, or fear has cast its mist upon my heart.  This was your gift,” he drew a small Bible from his bosom.  “I read it, first, because it had been yours, because it was dear to you, and then came other and holier thoughts, and I bowed down before the God you worshipped, and implored His aid to find strength, and He heard me.”

Mrs. Hamilton pressed his hand, but spoke not, and after a brief silence, Edward, changing his tone and his subject, launched at once, with all his natural liveliness, into a hurried tale of his voyage to England.  An unusually quick passage gave him and all the youngsters the opportunity they desired, of returning to their various homes quite unexpectedly.  The vessel had only arrived off Plymouth the previous night, or rather morning, for it was two o’clock; by noon the ship was dismantled, the crew dismissed, leave of absence being granted to all.  And for the first time in his life, he laughingly declared he fancied being the captain’s favourite very annoying, as his presence and assistance were requested at a time when his heart was at Oakwood; however, he was released at last, procured a horse, and galloped away.  His disasters were not, however, over; his horse fell lame, as if, Edward said, he felt a seaman was not a fit master for him.  He was necessitated to leave the poor animal to the care of a cottager, and proceed on foot, avoiding the village, for fear of being recognised before he desired; he exercised his memory by going through the lanes, and reached Oakwood by a private entrance.  Astonished at seeing the rooms, by the windows of which he passed, deserted, he began to fear the family were all in London; but the well-known sound of his aunt’s voice drew him to the library, just as he was seeking the main entrance to have his doubts solved.  He stood for a few minutes gazing on the two beings who, more vividly than any others, had haunted his dreams by night and visions by day; he had wished to meet them first, and alone, and his wish was granted.

Wrapped in her happy feelings, it was her brother’s arm around her, her brother’s voice she heard, Ellen listened to him in trembling eagerness, scarcely venturing to breathe, lest that dear voice should be still, lest the hand she clasped should fade away, and she should wake and find it but a dream of bliss—­Edward could not really have returned; and Mrs. Hamilton felt emotion so powerfully swelling within, as she gazed once more on the brave preserver of her husband, the child of her sister, her very image, that it was with difficulty she could ask those many questions which affection and interest prompted.