To these were added a sweet girl fourteen years old, who was loved by all of us, with an affection more than parental.
Her mother's story was a mournful one.

She had come hither from England when this child was an infant, alone, without friends, and without money.

She appeared to have embarked in a hasty and clandestine manner.

She passed three years of solitude and anguish under my aunt's protection, and died a martyr to woe; the source of which she could, by no importunities, be prevailed upon to unfold.

Her education and manners bespoke her to be of no mean birth.