the board
of Dolly, who he desired might pass for her own daughter. In his last
illness, he assured her he had taken care to provide for the child; but
since his death she had received no account of any such provision. She
moreover informed his honour, that Mr. Clarke had deposited in her hands
a diamond ring, and a sealed paper, never to be opened without his order,
until Dolly should be demanded in marriage by the man she should like,
and not then, except in the presence of the clergyman of the parish.
"Send for the clergyman this instant," cried our hero, reddening, and
fixing his eyes on Dolly; "I hope all will yet be well."

The vicar arriving, and being made acquainted with the nature of the
case, the landlady produced the paper; which, being opened, appeared to
be an authentic certificate, that the person commonly known by the name
of Dorothy Cowslip, was in fact Dorothy Greaves, daughter of Jonathan
Greaves, Esq., by a young gentlewoman who had been some years deceased.

"The remaining part of the mystery I myself can unfold," exclaimed the
knight, while he ran and embraced the astonished Dolly as his kinswoman.
"Jonathan Greaves was my uncle, and died before he came of age, so that
he could make no settlement on his child, the fruit of a private amour,
founded on a promise of marriage, of which this ring was a token. Mr.
Clarke, being his confidant, disposed of the child, and at length,
finding his constitution decay, revealed the secret to my father, who in
his will bequeathed one hundred pounds a year to this agreeable
foundling; but, as they both died while I was abroad, and some of the
memorandums touching this transaction probably were mislaid, I never till
now could discover where or how my pretty cousin was situated. I shall
recompense the good woman for her care and fidelity, and take pleasure in
bringing this affair to a happy issue."

The lovers were now overwhelmed with transports of joy and gratitude, and
every countenance was lighted up with satisfaction. From this place to
the habitation of Sir Launcelot, the bells were rung in every parish, and
the corporation in their formalities congratulated him in every town
through which he passed. About five miles from Greavesbury Hall he was
met by above five thousand persons of both sexes and every age, dressed
out in their gayest apparel, headed by Mr. Ralph Mattocks from Darnel
Hill, and the rector from the knight's own parish. They were preced