world, as only fit to be ranked
with dogs and other dumb animals: yet they have souls, hearts which had
been given to Christ, and the meek and lowly Jesus, were he now upon the
earth, would not be ashamed to take this down-trodden race by the hand
and lift them up. God looks down from his throne above with pitying eye;
he pities his children; we grow strong in the assurance of his tender
mercies; but let us remember,--he will avenge with a powerful arm, the
wrongs inflicted upon his feebler ones; for he hath said,--"My children,
love ye one another, even as your heavenly Father loveth you."

This meeting of old Vingo and Phillis, was enough to have softened the
heart of the vilest "Legree;" but probably, had one of those gentlemen,
whose highly respectable occupation it is to deal in the traffic of
buying and selling--man, been present, they might have been led to
remark, "The silly creatures seem to imagine they have some feeling."

The evening shades descended. The night was wild, and the voices of the
breakers rose loud, as if responding to the angry aspect of nature; yet
peace sat beneath the roof of Mrs. Grosvenor's dwelling. The evening
lamps were lit, and as Mrs. Grosvenor produced a small casket and laid
it on the centre-table, she thought within herself,--it was much such a
storm only a few days after our dear one came to us. Mr. Alboni sat with
bowed head, as the mother proceeded to bring forth evidences which
should identify her darling child as being of the descent and lineage of
another line of ancestors than hers; while the Sea-flower, her hand
clasped within that of him who had found favor in the mother's eyes,
prepared herself to receive any information in regard to her destiny,
which it should be the will of a just God to decree. The tiny lace
dress, which the infant had worn, when she was first placed in her
foster-mother's arms, was held up to view. It was of a costly fabric,
embroidered heavily with needle-work, evidently the production of the
industry of some lone sister of convent life. The casket, the contents
of which had been so long treasured as things sacred was opened and the
bands of gold placed in Mr. Alboni's hands. He examined them closely;
there were no initials, not the least mark whereby he might learn of
that which was of such vast interest to him, when lo! he pressed the
spring which had before yielded to Mrs. Grosvenor's touch, and
behold!--the same features which he had looked upo