The reaction in both those fond young hearts had even overstept the golden mean: and Mercy interposed to make all right, and to bless them in each other once again.
Only look at this _billet-doux_ from Charles, just come in, and dated Plymouth: "Huzzah--for Emily and England: huzzah for the land of freedom! no secrets now--dear, dear old Jeanie Mackie has given me proofs positive: all I have to wish is that she could move: but she is very ill; so, as we touched here on the voyage up channel, I landed her and myself, thinking to kiss, within a day, my darling Emmy.

But I cannot get her out of bed this morning, and dare not leave her: though an hour's delay seems almost insupportable.

If I possibly can manage it, I will bring the dear old faithful creature, wrapped in blankets, by chaise to-morrow.

Tell my father all this: and say to him--he will understand, perhaps, though you may not, my blessed girl--say to him, that 'he is mistaken, and all are mistaken--you are not what they think you.' A thousand kisses.

Expect, then, on bright to-morrow to see your happy, happy "CHARLES." "P.S.