MRS. HEMANS.

“O remembrance! 
Why dost thou open all my wounds again?”

LEE’S THEODOSIUS.

“I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.”

SHAKS.  TEMPEST.

“But these are tears of joy! to see you thus, has filled
My eyes with more delight than they can hold.”

CONGREVE.

Mr. Dinsmore was roused from the painful reverie into which he had fallen by a light rap on his dressing-room door; and, supposing it to be some one sent to consult him concerning the necessary arrangements for the funeral, he rose and opened it at once, showing to the doctor, who stood there, such a grief-stricken countenance as caused him to hesitate whether to communicate his glad tidings without some previous preparation, lest the sudden reaction from such despairing grief to joy so intense should be too great for the father to bear.

“You wish to speak to me about the—­”

Mr. Dinsmore’s voice was husky and low, and he paused, unable to finish his sentence.

“Come in, doctor,” he said, “it is very kind in you, and—­”

“Mr. Dinsmore,” said the doctor, interrupting him, “are you prepared for good news? can you bear it, my dear sir?”

Mr. Dinsmore caught at the furniture for support, and gasped for breath.

“What is it?” he asked hoarsely.

“Good news, I said,” Dr. Barton hastened to say, as he sprang to his side to prevent him from falling.  “Your child yet lives, and though her life still hangs by a thread, the crisis is past, and I have some hope that she may recover.”

“Thank God! thank God!” exclaimed the father, sinking into a seat; and burying his face in his hands, he sobbed aloud.

The doctor went out and closed the door softly; and Horace Dinsmore, falling upon his knees, poured out his thanksgivings, and then and there consecrated himself, with all his talents and possessions, to the service of that God who had so mercifully spared to him his heart’s best treasure.

Adelaide’s joy and thankfulness were scarcely less than his, when to her, also, the glad and wondrous tidings were communicated.  And Mr. Travilla and his mother shared their happiness, as they had shared their sorrow.  Yet they all rejoiced with trembling, for that little life was still for many days trembling in the balance; and to the father’s anxiety was also added the heavy trial of being excluded from her room.

The physician had early informed him that it would be risking her life for him to enter her presence until she should herself inquire for him, as they could not tell how great might be the agitation it would cause her.  And so he waited, day after day, hoping for the summons, but constantly doomed to disappointment; for even after she had become strong enough to look about her, and ask questions, and to notice her friends with a gentle smile, and a word of thanks to each, several days passed away, and she had neither inquired for him nor even once so much as mentioned his name.