_Louvre_, Room No. 4."

It was printed both in the French and English languages. By the reward
here offered, Alonzo was convinced that the miniature belonged to some
person who set a value upon it. Determined to explicate the mystery,
he proceeded immediately to the place, found the room mentioned in the
bill, and knocked at the door. A servant appeared, of whom Alonzo
enquired for the lodger. The servant answered him in French, which
Alonzo did not understand: he replied in his own language, but found it
was unintelligible to the servant. A grave middle aged gentleman then
came to the door from within the room and ended their jabbering at each
other: he, in the English language, desired Alonzo to walk in. It was an
apartment, neatly furnished; no person was therein except the gentleman
and servant before mentioned, and a person who sat writing in a corner
of the room, with his back towards them.

Alonzo informed the gentleman that he had called according to the
direction in a bill of advertisement to enquire for the person who the
preceding night, had lost a purse and miniature. The person who was
writing had hitherto taken no notice of what had passed; but at the
sound of Alonzo's voice, after he had entered the room, he started and
turned about, and at mention of the miniature, he rose up. Alonzo fixed
his eyes upon him: they both stood for a few moments silent: for a short
time their recollection was confused and imperfect, but the mists of
doubt were soon dissipated. "Edgar!"--"Alonzo!" they alternately
exclaimed. It was indeed Edgar, the early friend and fellow student of
Alonzo--the brother of Melissa! In an instant they were in each others
arms.

* * * * *

Edgar and Alonzo retired to a separate room. Edgar informed Alonzo that
the news of Melissa's death reached him, by a letter from his father,
while with the army; that he immediately procured a furlough, and
visited his father, whom, with his mother, he found in inconsolable
distress.--"The letter which my uncle had written, said Edgar,
announcing her death, mentioned with what patience and placidity she
endured her malady, and with what calmness and resignation she met the
approach of death. Her last moments, like her whole life, were unruffled
and serene. She is in heaven Alonzo--she is an angel!"--Swelling grief
here choaked the utterance of Edgar; for some time he could proceed no
farther, and Alonzo, with bursting bosom