"See!" whispered Fanny, as she also hung upon him, and strange recollections of her own mysterious childhood crowded upon her,--"See," whispered she, with a blush half of shame and half of pride, "the poor idiot girl is the teacher of your child!" "And," answered Philip, "whether for child or mother, what teacher is like Love?" Thus saying, he took the boy into his arms; and, as he bent over those rosy cheeks, Fanny saw, from the movement of his lips and the moisture in his eyes, that he blessed God. He looked upon the mother's face, he glanced round on the flowers and foliage of the luxurious summer, and again he blessed God: And without and within, it was Light and MORNING! THE END.