other；　John　Eyre；　Esq。；　merchant；　late　of　Funchal；　Madeira。　Mr。　Briggs；　being　Mr。　Eyre’s　solicitor；　wrote　to　us　last　August　to　inform　us　of　our　uncle’s　death；　and　to　say　that　he　had　left　his　property　to　his　brother　the　clergyman’s　orphan　daughter；　overlooking　us；　in　consequence　of　a　quarrel；　never　forgiven；　between　him　and　my　father。　He　wrote　again　a　few　weeks　since；　to　intimate　that　the　heiress　was　lost；　and　asking　if　we　knew　anything　of　her。　A　name　casually　written　on　a　slip　of　paper　has　enabled　me　to　find　her　out。　You　know　the　rest。”　Again　he　was　going；　but　I　set　my　back　against　the　door。

“Do　let　me　speak；”　I　said；　“let　me　have　one　moment　to　draw　breath　and　reflect。”　I　paused—he　stood　before　me；　hat　in　hand；　looking　posed　enough。　I　resumed—

“Your　mother　was　my　father’s　sister？”

“Yes。”

“My　aunt；　consequently？”

He　bowed。

“My　uncle　John　was　your　uncle　John？　You；　Diana；　and　Mary　are　his　sister’s　children；　as　I　am　his　brother’s　child？”

“Undeniably。”

“You　three；　then；　are　my　cousins；　half　our　blood　on　each　side　flows　from　the　same　source？”

“We　are　cousins；　yes。”

I　surveyed　him。　It　seemed　I　had　found　a　brother：　one　I　could　be　proud　of；—one　I　could　love；　and　two　sisters；　whose　qualities　were　such；　that；　when　I　knew　them　but　as　mere　strangers；　they　had　inspired　me　with　genuine　affection　and　admiration。　The　two　girls；　on　whom；　kneeling　down　on　the　wet　ground；　and　looking　through　the　low；　latticed　window　of　Moor　House　kitchen；　I　had　gazed　with　so　bitter　a　mixture　of　interest　and　despair；　were　my　near　kinswomen；　and　the　young　and　stately　gentleman　who　had　found　me　almost　dying　at　his　threshold　was　my　blood　relation。　Glorious　discovery　to　a　lonely　wretch！　This　was　wealth　indeed！—wealth　to　the　heart！—a　mine　of　p