The venerable man paused for a moment in mute bewilderment, and then rushed into the arms of Mobilius, exclaiming, “Caius, my son, my long lost son!”
“My sisters,” he cried, as they ran to embrace their beloved brother, and wept with joy. It was a touching scene, and the ecstacy of gladness brightened every face. Here let me drop the veil with the promise of ending the description of the trials and fortunes of my friend in my next epistle.
Farewell.
THE LAY OF THE AFFECTIONS.
Gently, gently, beating heart!
Love not earthly things too well!
Those who love too soon may part,
Sorrow’s waves too quickly swell.
Softly, softly, boding fear!