By the last letter I wrote my son, which was in the bitterness of anger, I desired him, upon his mother's blessing, and if he had the heart of a man, to see justice done his father and sister, and avenge our cause.

But thanks be to him that directs all things, it has miscarried, and I am at rest.' 'Woman,' cried I, 'thou hast done very ill, and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe.

Oh! what a tremendous gulph hast thou escaped, that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin.

Providence, indeed, has here been kinder to us than we to ourselves.

It has reserved that son to be the father and protector of my children when I shall be away.