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Learning that the good archbishop had sent for her mother, that

it was his own kind thought, her heart was overpowered, she

raised her apron to her eyes, and her tears continued to flow

long after the departure of the curate. As these tumultuous

emotions, called forth by such unexpected benevolence, gradually

subsided, the poor girl remembered that she had expressly

solicited this very happiness of again beholding her mother, as a

condition to her vow. "_Return me safely to my mother._" These

words recurred distinctly to her memory. She was confirmed more

than ever in her purpose to keep her vow, and repented again

bitterly of the regret which she had for a moment experienced.