I have but one care--my poor infant! Father of mercy," continued she, raising her eyes, "of thy infinite goodness, grant that the sins of the parent be not visited on the unoffending child.

May those who taught me to despise thy laws be forgiven; lay not my offences to their charge, I beseech thee; and oh! shower the choicest of thy blessings on those whose pity has soothed the afflicted heart, and made easy even the bed of pain and sickness." She was exhausted by this fervent address to the throne of mercy, and though her lips still moved her voice became inarticulate: she lay for some time as it were in a doze, and then recovering, faintly pressed Mrs.Beauchamp's hand, and requested that a clergyman might be sent for.
On his arrival she joined fervently in the pious office, frequently mentioning her ingratitude to her parents as what lay most heavy at her heart.

When she had performed the last solemn duty, and was preparing to lie down, a little bustle on the outside door occasioned Mrs.Beauchamp to open it, and enquire the cause.

A man in appearance about forty, presented himself, and asked for Mrs.Beauchamp.
"That is my name, Sir," said she.
"Oh then, my dear Madam," cried he, "tell me where I may find my poor, ruined, but repentant child." Mrs.Beauchamp was surprised and affected; she knew not what to say; she foresaw the agony this interview would occasion Mr.Temple, who had just arrived in search of his Charlotte, and yet was sensible that the pardon and blessing of her father would soften even the agonies of death to the daughter.
She hesitated.

"Tell me, Madam," cried he wildly, "tell me, I beseech thee, does she live?
shall I see my darling once again?
Perhaps she is in this house.