"Merciful heaven! who is this youth?
to whom would this Bible ever have been given ?" So great was his agitation, that it was with difficulty he read the words which were written beneath.
"Edward Fortescue! oh, when will that name rival his to whom this book once belonged?
I may be as brave a sailor, but what will make me as good a man?
This Sacred Book, he loved it, and so will I." Underneath, and evidently added at a later period, was the following: "I began to read this for the sake of those beloved ones to whom I knew it was all in all.

I thought, for its own sake, it would never have become the dear and sacred volume they regarded it, but I am mistaken; how often has it soothed me in my hour of temptation, guided me in my duties, restrained my angry moments, and brought me penitent and humble to the footstool of my God.

Oh, my beloved Ellen, had this been my companion three years ago as it is now, what misery I should have spared you." Other memorandums in the same style were written in the blank leaves which appeared attached for the purpose, but it so happened that not one of them solved the mystery which so completely puzzled Mordaunt.

The name of Fortescue was utterly unknown to him, and increased the mystery of the youth's having produced such a strange effect upon his mind.
There were many names introduced in these memorandums, but they explained nothing; one only struck him, it was one which in his hours of suffering, of slavery, ever sounded in his ear, the fondly-remembered name of her whom he longed to clasp to his aching heart--it was _Emmeline_; and as he read it, the same gush of memory came over him as when he first gazed on Edward.

In vain reason whispered there were many, very many Emmelines in his native land; that name only brought one to his remembrance.