She a clothed in a rob mad of palm-leaves tied together, which reached from her throat to her feet, leaving her beautiful arms uncovered.

Her light hair was braided and fastened up round her head.
"You are welcome," said she, taking my hand; "you will be my poor friend's best physician." We entered, and saw my dear wife seated on a bed of moss and leaves; she wept abundantly, pointing out to me our dear boy by her side.

A little nymph of eleven or twelve years old was endeavouring to raise him.
"Here are your papa and brothers, Jack," said she; "you are very happy in having what I have not: but your papa will be mine, and you shall be my brother." Jack thanked her affectionately.

Fritz and Ernest, kneeling beside the couch, embraced their mother.

Fritz begged her to forgive him for hurting his brother; and then tenderly inquired of Jack after his wound.
For me, I cannot describe my gratitude and agitation; I could scarce utter a word to my dear wife, who, on her part, sunk down quite overcome on her bed.