My uncle soon said,--
"Can you bear good news, Clara?"
I replied that I thought I could.
"Then," continued my uncle, "I have the happiness of informing you that
the hopes you had so long cherished of seeing your uncle Charles will be
realized, for he has arrived."
'Ere I could frame a reply, the door of the adjoining room opened, and
my new-found uncle came hastily forward. He evinced much emotion as he
tenderly embraced me, saying,--
"Your face strongly reminds me of the twin brother from whom I parted
so many years ago. You know not how happy I am in finding the daughter
of my dear brother."
I could trace in the features of my uncle Charles a resemblance to my
dear father; but, as my father had died while quite a young man, the
resemblance, at my uncle's time of life, was less striking than
otherwise it might have been.
My uncle Charles was now sixty-five years old; but travel and exposure
caused him to look much older than he really was. He informed me that he
had first visited Philadelphia with the hope of finding my father; and,
when he learned that my father and mother were both dead, he next
enquired if they left any children? He learned that they left one
daughter, who had resided for some time in the family of the Leightons,
as governess; but had left Philadelphia three years since.
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