It was winter, and as Danvers, peeping through
ihe grate of his prison, saw his cheerful and amiable
wife, trudging through the snow, to carry his blessing
to the " darling Eliza/' — "Now, Howard, " said he,
** by the goddess of mercy ! (and I think her the best
goddess in the catalogue) 1 feel at this moment that
I am gay in spite of oppression. My wifethereis an
angel, and the daughter, whose fourlh birth-day now
makes me so happy, is worth more, in my estima-
tion, than all the wealth in the world. Dearly as I
love my liberty," continued he, " I would sooner
remain a slave than part with that little darling of
my heart. Come, Howard ! here's to many happy
returns of Eliza's birth-day." So saying, he took
up the cup, and was just applying it to his lips, when
suddenly the door of his room flew open, and in rush-
ed his eldest child, covered with snow, her hands
and face purple with cold, her eyes wild, and the
tears frozen on her cheek. It was some moment be-
fore her excessive grief would permit her to speak,
She asked for her mother — who had just departed.
