to his no little astonishment he found it was the identical curiously
wrought block, which he had found after that dreadful night of the
storm. Among the many gifts which he had brought home to his mother and
sister, he had forgotten this simple one, and now he remembered that he
had not seen it for a long time. Why the dog should have noticed so
trifling a thing, was indeed singular. Harry related the circumstances
by which he had come in possession of the curiosity, and from the
presents of silks, crapes, fruits, etc., which he had brought to the
Sea-flower, she turned to the mysterious little curiosity with a greater
interest, examining the grotesque figures with a fascination, when
accidentally pressing a pearl setting, the box (for such it was
discovered to be,) flew open, and revealed to her bewildered gaze--what?
good God! is it possible? Neatly lined is the box, and lying therein--a
cross! the same which the Sea-flower had wrought with her own hands, and
given her father when she saw him last! Carved at the head of the cross
are these words,--"You will soon come to me again; then you will never
leave us;" the child's last words to her father. O, how did they fall
upon her heart now! It seemed as if he were speaking to her from the
skies, and unconsciously she looked upward, as if she might indeed catch
the tones of her father's voice, bidding her come away. "We will come,"
she softly whispered, "we shall soon be with you there;" and turning to
her mother, she added,--"it is not far, that better land; we may hear
their glad shouts, if we will listen."

Over that cross, emblematic of the Lamb who was slain that we might
live, was shed tears from a widow's heart; but those tears were not of
mourning for the departed, for through her who was made but a little
lower than the angels, those tears had been turned into joy. The child
who had ever walked in that narrow way, as if it were the only path in
which the children of earth might tread, had taught her bereaved mother,