Her eyes were bent fondly upon a sleeping cherub that lay in her arms.

By her side sat Pierre, gazing upon her face in silent joy.

For only a single instant did the old man gaze upon this scene, before the tears were gushing over his cheeks and falling to the floor like rain.

This wild storm of feeling soon subsided, and, in the sweet calm that followed, the father gazed with unspeakable tenderness for a long time upon the face of his lovely child, and with a new and sweeter feeling upon the babe that lay, the impersonation of innocence, in her arms.

While in this state of mind, he saw, for the first time, written on the bottom of the picture--"NOT GREAT, BUT HAPPY." A week from the day on which the picture was received, the Baron Holbein entered Florence.