It was I, said Mr. Morgan, rubbing his sides, and expressing the agitation of joy by dumb shew;--it was I, beating one of my damn'd dogs for running up stairs. If that is all, said Mr. Powis,--let us return to my mother and wife, who are much hurried.--Away we went together, and the affair of the dog pass'd very well on the Ladies. I sat musing for some moments how to introduce the event my heart labour'd to give up.--_Every_ sigh that escap'd,--_every_ sorrowful look that was interchang'd, I _now_ plac'd to my own account, because in _my_ power to reverse the scene. Addressing myself to Mr. Powis, I ask'd if he knew Lord Darcey's servant was below.--He shook his head;--No, he answer'd.--Then it is all _over_, Risby, I suppose in a low voice?--I hardly wish for his _own_ sake he may recover:--for _ours_, it would be selfish. He was not worse, I reply'd:--there was hope,--great hope he would do well. Blessings attend him! cried Mrs. Powis.--tears starting afresh to her swoln eyes;--then you really think, Mr. Risby, he may recover? If he does, Madam, return'd! he is flatter'd into life.--Flatter'd! said Mr. Powis eagerly;--how flatter'd? Why, continued I, he has been told some persons are sav'd from the wreck. Up they all started, surrounding me on every side:--there seem'd but one voice, yet each ask'd if I credited the report. I said I did.-- Down they dropp'd on their knees, praying with uplifted hands their dear,--dear child may be of the number.--Though nothing could equal the solemnity of this scene, I could scarce command my countenance, when I saw Mr. Morgan standing in the midst of the circle, his hat held up before his face, and a cane under his arm. As they rose from their knees,--I gave them all the consolation I thought at that moment they were capable of sustaining;--and assur'd them no vigilance would be wanting to come at particulars.--I was ask'd, if there was any letter from Mr. Molesworth?--When answer'd in the affirmative,--the next question was, if it related to what I had just disclos'd?--I equivocated in my reply, and withdrew to write the few unconnected lines sent by John. After he was dispatch'd, I return'd immediately to the hopeing,--fearing family.--Mr. Watson was sitting amidst them:--he seem'd like a Being of purity presiding over hearts going to be rewarded for resignation to the Divine will. He heard me as I enter'd: he rose from his seat as I came near him, and pressing one of my hands between both his, whisper'd, I have seen Mr. Morgan.--Then raising his voice, You are the messenger of joy, Mr. Risby;--complete the happiness you have begun:--all present, pointing round, are prepar'd to receive it. Here drops my pen.--I must not attempt this scene:--a Shakespeare would have wrote it in tears.