ABSTRACT
Years rolled on, and the little Louisa, daily improving in strength and beauty, was the delight of the worthy Mr. Howard and his amiable sister. In the rising beauty of the interesting Orphan, Mrs. Martha fancied she already beheld a strong resemblance of her mother, though only known to her for a short time, and under the in uence of pain. Yet hers was a countenance not easily forgotten. As she traced this resemblance, and pointed it out to her brother, he would join her, in begging of heaven that she might be more fortunate in life than the mother/ had been, and that the resemblance might be con ned only to her virtues and her beauties.
