yman's, that I might once more have the pleasure of seeing it. She
told me to have patience till Sunday, and that when service was over she
would speak to him about it. I submitted to this delay without a murmur,
and the following Sunday, when service was over, as he was walking
through the churchyard, nurse went up to him and told him my request.

'Ah,' said he, looking at the little troop of children that followed the
nurse, and immediately fixing his eyes upon me, 'I suppose this is the
little lady. What is your name, my dear?'

'Lady Anne, sir,' replied I, curtseying very low. I must here observe
that I did not know that lady was a title, but thought it was as much a
part of my name as Anne.

'What, still Lady Anne?' said he. 'You are determined not to lose your
title. Well, my little lady, come home with me and I will show you your
father's picture.'

We then followed the clergyman to his house. The children were told to
stay in the garden, with strict orders not to touch anything, and nurse
and I were permitted the honour of entering the study. Mr. Sanders then,
opening the drawer of a cabinet, took out the miniature portrait of a
young and handsome gentleman dressed in regimentals. I no sooner beheld
it than a thousand recollections seemed to rush upon my mind. I caught
it from his hand, pressed it to my lips, and bursting into a flood of
tears, exclaimed:

'It is my father's picture. My own, my dear father. Oh, if I could but
see him! Where is he gone to? Do you know where he is gone to?'

'Be calm, my dear child,' said the good man, taking me in his arms. 'We
do not know where your father is, or we would write to him. If you could
tell us his name, we might find him out. Do you not remember any name
they used to call your father?'

'They used to call father my lord; and mother my lady, and they called
me Lady Anne,' said I.

'Ah! that is the old story, we know it already,' replied the clergyman
with a sigh; 'but who, my dear, was the earl? Can you not recollect his
name? Try if you cannot remember.'

'I do not know his name,' replied I, 'but he came one day and was very
angry, and made mother cry, and then she fell on the floor and I
screamed, and then the Earl was more angry and stamped, and I screamed
with all my might, and the Earl rang the bell and went away in a great
passion, and then Sally--yes, it was Sally--came to mother.'

'Where was your father, then, my dear?'

'I do not know, father w