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'Ah, ,--have you reason for

sorrow?' Emily tried to s lady, when you coe, you will not weep at

trifles; and surely you have nothing serious, to grieve you' 'No, Dorothee, nothing of any consequence,' replied E, that had dropped fro the papers,

suddenly exclai,

sat down in a chair, that stood by the table

'What is it you do see?' said E

round the room 'It is herself,' said Dorothee, 'her very self! just as she looked a

little before she died!' Ean now to fear, that Dorothee was seized

with sudden phrensy, but entreated her to explain herself

'That picture!' said she, 'where did you find it, lady? it is my blessed

mistress herself!' She laid on the table thethe papers her father had enjoined her to destroy, and over

which she had once seen hi all the various circu

perplexed her, her emotions increased to an excess, which deprived her

of all power to ask the questions she trembled to have answered, and she