A moment more, and he was in her arms, and held tightly to her bosom.

Her feelings we will not attempt to describe, when he related in his own artless and pathetic manner, all and more than the reader knows in regard to his treatment at Mr.Sharp's, too sadly confirmed by the change im the whole expression of his face.
While her mind was yet excited with mingled feelings of joy and pain, Eugenia came in from her regular visit to her father.

Her step was quicker, her countenance more cheerful and full of hope.
"Oh, Mrs.Gaston!" she said, clasping her hands together, "my father is so much better to-day, and they begin to give me great hopes of his full restoration.

But who is this?
Not your little Henry ?" "Yes, this is my poor, dear boy, whom I have gotten back once more," Mrs.Gaston said, the tears glistening upon her eyelids.
After a few words to, and in relation to Henry, the thoughts of Eugenia went off again to her father, and she spoke many things in regard to him, all of which bore a highly encouraging aspect.

For the three or four days succeeding this, Mr.Ballantine showed stronger and stronger indications of returning reason; his daughter was almost beside herself with hope and joy.
Earlier than usual, one day about the second week in February, she went over to the asylum to pay her accustomed visit.