rms of my
dearest father.--O tell me, said I, every thing! How long have you been
here? When did you come? How does my honoured mother? And half a dozen
questions more, before he could answer one.

They permitted me to retire with my father; and then I poured forth
all my vows and thanksgivings to God for this additional blessing; and
confirmed all my master's goodness to his scarce-believing amazement.
And we kneeled together, blessing God, and one another, for several
ecstatic minutes and my master coming in soon after, my dear father
said, O sir, what a change is this! May, God reward and bless you, both
in this world and the next!

May God bless us all! said he. But how does my sweet girl? I have been
in pain for you--I am sorry I did not apprise you beforehand.

O sir, said I, it was you; and all you do must be good--But this was a
blessing so unexpected!----

Well, said he, you have given pain to all the company. They will be glad
to see you, when you can: for you have spoiled all their diversion; and
yet painfully delighted them at the same time. Mr. Andrews, added he, do
you make this house your own; and the longer you stay, the more welcome
you'll be. After you have a little composed yourself, my dear girl, step
in to us again. I am glad to see you so well already. And so he left us.

See you, my dear father, said I, what goodness there is in this once
naughty master! O pray for him! and pray for me, that I may deserve it!

How long has this happy change been wrought, my dear child?--O, said I,
several happy days!--I have written down every thing; and you'll see,
from the depth of misery, what God has done for your happy daughter!

Blessed be his name! said he. But do you say he will marry you? Can it
be, that such a brave gentleman will make a lady of the child of such a
poor man as I? O the divine goodness! How will your poor dear mother
be able to support these happy tidings? I will set out to-morrow, to
acquaint her with them: for I am but half happy, till the dear good
woman shares them with me!--To be sure, my dear child, we ought to go
into some far country to hide ourselves, that we may not disgrace you by
our poverty!

O, my dear father, said I, now you are unkind for the first time! Your
poverty has been my glory, and my riches; and I have nothing to brag of,
but that I ever thought it an honour, rather than a disgrace; because
you were always so honest, that your child might well boast of suc