Lead, lead me to her, that I may bless her, and then lie down and die." The ardent manner in which he uttered these words occasioned him to raise his voice.

It caught the ear of Charlotte: she knew the beloved sound: and uttering a loud shriek, she sprang forward as Mr.Temple entered the room.

"My adored father." "My long lost child." Nature could support no more, and they both sunk lifeless into the arms of the attendants.
Charlotte was again put into bed, and a few moments restored Mr.Temple: but to describe the agony of his sufferings is past the power of any one, who, though they may readily conceive, cannot delineate the dreadful scene.

Every eye gave testimony of what each heart felt--but all were silent.
When Charlotte recovered, she found herself supported in her father's arms.

She cast on him a most expressive look, but was unable to speak.
A reviving cordial was administered.