The lady, who was, I understood, named Madame Hirtel, approached to assist her.

When she recovered, she presented to me Madame Hirtel and her two daughters.

The eldest, Sophia, was attending on Jack; Matilda, who was about ten or eleven years of age, was playing with Francis; while the good missionary, on his knees, thanked God for having re-united us.
"And for life," cried my dear wife.

"My dear husband, I well knew you would set out to seek me; but how could I anticipate that you would ever succeed in finding me?
We will now separate no more; this beloved friend has agreed to accompany us to the Happy Island, as I intend to call it, if I ever have the happiness to reach it again with all I love in the world.

How graciously God permits us to derive blessings from our sorrows.