But now the torpid blood moved once more in his veins; his heart beat less and less feebly: he was saved.
She saw it as she bent over him--saved by the lost child in the hour of her return! It was a sensation of ecstatic triumph and gratitude which no woeful remembrances had power to embitter in its bright, sudden birth.

She knelt down by the side of the couch, almost crushed by her own emotions.

Over the grave of the young warrior she had raised her heart to Heaven in agony and grief, and now by her father's side she poured forth her whole soul to her Creator in trembling ejaculations of thankfulness and hope.
Thus--the one slowly recovering whatever of life and vigour yet continued in his weakened frame, the other still filled with her all-absorbing emotions of gratitude--the father and daughter long remained.

And now, as morning waned towards noon, the storm began to subside.

Gradually and solemnly the vast thunder-clouds rolled asunder, and the bright blue heaven beyond appeared through their fantastic rifts.