ABSTRACT
ANGELO had recovered a long lost daughter; but how recovered her? The fond gratulations of the father were checked by bitter anguished reflections on the past; and while he wished to remember only that he had found a child, he was doomed to feel that she could never be his boast. Her who might have flourished a fair blooming rose beneath the fostering hand of a parent, was blighted by the storm, and broken by the foot of the stranger. Conscience whispered that the fault was his, and that he who forsakes in infancy his offspring, must not hope to be blessed by them in glorious pride upon a future day!
