found my brother. My mother lost her little Mignon when he was
five years old; and pining grief, after some years vain search,
ended her wretched life.'

The generous hearts of all who were present shared the raptures of
the faithful Fidus, the lovely Amata, and gentle Mignon, on this
happy discovery; and in the warmest congratulations they expressed
their joy.

Benefico now led all the delighted company into his castle, where
freedom was publicly proclaimed; and every one was left a liberty
either to remain there with Benefico, or, loaded with wealth
sufficient for their use, to go where their attachments or
inclinations might invite them.

Fidus, Amata, and the little Mignon, hesitated not one moment to
declare their choice of staying with the generous Benefico.

The nuptials of the faithful Fidus, and his loved Amata, were
solemnized in the presence of all their friends.

Benefico passed the remainder of his days in pleasing reflections
on his well-spent life.

The treasures of the dead tyrant were turned into blessings by the
use they were now made of: little Mignon was loved and cherished
by all his companions. Peace, harmony and love reigned in every
bosom; dissension, discord, and hatred were banished from this
friendly dwelling; and that happiness, which is the natural
consequence of goodness, appeared in every cheerful countenance