that those precious words from the book of life, which she had ever
recognized, but had not strength to cling thereto in the hour of trial,
were truly Christ's words of tenderness; she could now smile upon the
chastening rod. Those dying words, as it were of him who had gone, were
as balm to the heart of Mrs. Grosvenor and the Sea-flower, for what
could be more dreadful than that they should never learn of his last
moments? But to Harry, who had been just upon the point of asking for
his father, it was as the dark funeral pall to his soul, and he
staggered to a chair.

"Where is my father?" he asked, in a hollow voice.

"In Heaven!" was the response of the Sea-flower.

There was silence in that house. Sorrow, which had reigned for a time
around that hearthstone, still lingered, striving to supersede the joy
which must go hand in hand with purity; but its icy touch was to be of
gentler mien, its cold, cold breath mingling with that of more genial
spheres, helping to swell the--"Father, thy will be done." This was a
dreadful announcement to Harry, a stroke which he was not prepared to
receive; and now did the past come to his remembrance with sickening
frenzy. That terrific night!--he had, at the peril of his life, implored
that heartless being to listen to the stranger's cry of distress, to
stretch out to him the hand of brotherly love; and that cry for help was
now sounding in his ear with renewed freshness, for it was from his own
loved father!

"Oh, what an undutiful son I have been!" cried Harry; "had I known then
what I know now! and yet, the fiend would not have turned a hand, had it
been his own father! Thank God, I have his forgiveness for disobeying