naked children; the infant was asleep beside its mother, and, on a chair by the bed side, stood a porrenger and wooden spoon, containing a little gruel, and a tea-cup with about two spoonfulls of wine in it.  Mrs. Beauchamp had never before beheld such a scene of poverty; she shuddered involuntarily, and exclaiming—­“heaven preserve us!” leaned on the back of a chair ready to sink to the earth.  The doctor repented having so precipitately brought her into this affecting scene; but there was no time for apologies:  Charlotte caught the sound of her voice, and starting almost out of bed, exclaimed—­“Angel of peace and mercy, art thou come to deliver me?  Oh, I know you are, for whenever you was near me I felt eased of half my sorrows; but you don’t know me, nor can I, with all the recollection I am mistress of, remember your name just now, but I know that benevolent countenance, and the softness of that voice which has so often comforted the wretched Charlotte.”

Mrs. Beauchamp had, during the time Charlotte was speaking, seated herself on the bed and taken one of her hands; she looked at her attentively, and at the name of Charlotte she perfectly conceived the whole shocking affair.  A faint sickness came over her.  “Gracious heaven,” said she, “is this possible?” and bursting into tears, she reclined the burning head of Charlotte on her own bosom; and folding her arms about her, wept over her in silence.  “Oh,” said Charlotte, “you are very good to weep thus for me:  it is a long time since I shed a tear for myself:  my head and heart are both on fire, but these tears of your’s seem to cool and refresh it.  Oh now I remember you said you would send a letter to my poor father:  do you think he ever received it? or perhaps you have brought me an answer:  why don’t you speak, Madam?  Does he say I may go home?  Well he is very good; I shall soon be ready.”

She then made an effort to get out of bed; but being prevented, her frenzy again returned, and she raved with the greatest wildness and incoherence.  Mrs. Beauchamp, finding it was impossible for her to be removed, contented herself with ordering the apartment to be made more comfortable, and procuring a proper nurse for both mother and child; and having learnt the particulars of Charlotte’s fruitless application to Mrs. Crayton from honest John, she amply rewarded him for his benevolence, and returned home with a heart oppressed with many painful sensations, but yet rendered easy by the reflexion that she had performed her duty towards a distressed fellow-creature.

Early the next morning she again visited Charlotte, and found her tolerably composed; she called her by name, thanked her for her goodness, and when her child was brought to her, pressed it in her arms, wept over it, and called it the offspring of disobedience.  Mrs. Beauchamp was delighted to see her so much amended, and began to hope she might recover, and, spite of her former errors, become an useful and respectable member of society; but the arrival of the doctor put an end to these delusive hopes:  he said nature was making her last effort, and a few hours would most probably consign the unhappy girl to her kindred dust.