Who soon restor'd the trembler back to life.
Awhile insensible she still appear'd;
But, '_O my Brother!_' was distinctly heard:
The astonisht Youth now held her to his breast;
And tears and kisses soon explain'd the rest.

Past deeds now from each tongue alternate fell;
For news of dearest import both could tell.
Fondly, from childhood's tears to youth's full prime,
They match'd the incidents of jogging time;

_ Mutual Recollections_.

And prov'd, that when with Tyranny opprest,
Poor _Phoebe_ groan'd with wounds and broken rest,
_George_ felt no less: was harassed and forlorn;
A rope's-end follow'd him both night and morn.
Andin that very storm when _Phoebe_ fled,
When the rain drench'd her yet unshelter'd head;
That very Storm he on the Ocean brav'd,
The Vessel founder'd, and the Boy was say'd!
Mysterious Heaven!--and O with what delight--
She told the happy issue of her flight:
To his charm'd heart a living picture drew;
And gave to hospitality its due!
The list'ning Host observ'd the gentle Pair;
And ponder'd on the means that brought them there:
Convinc'd, while unimpeach'd their Virtue stood,
Twas _Heav'n's_ high Will that he should do them good.