Say only you will trust in our affection, my child, my own Caroline." "Oh, that I had ever trusted in it.

My blindness and folly concealed from me my misconduct, and bade me ascribe all my sufferings to you, on whom I have inflicted so much pain.

Mother, oh, forgive me, plead for me to papa.

I know he is seriously displeased, he has every right to be so; but he knows not all I have endured, the agony of the last week.

I deserve his severest reproaches, but my heart feels as if it would break beneath his anger now," and she laid her aching head on her mother's lap, and wept.
"My forgiveness, my blessing, are both yours, my own.