n to revive, had surrendered her to her
father, stood looking on, while tears streamed down his face. Faith
had now so far recovered as to sit up and look about her, and throwing
her arms around her father's neck, she hid her face in his bosom."

"My brain whirls," she said, "and it seems to me as if I had had a
dreadful dream. I thought you wanted to kill me, father."

"No, no, no!" cried Armstrong, "I never wanted to. It was my trial,"
he added, solemnly, "and I shall never have another, Faith. God is too
merciful to try a man twice, so."

"James," said Holden, and his voice sounded with unusual magnificence,
"dost thou know me?"

"Certainly," said Armstrong; "it is a strange question to ask me. You
are Mr. Holden."

"I am thy brother George."

Without a doubt, without a misgiving, Armstrong, still holding his
daughter, extended his hand to Holden.

"So, George," he said, "you have risen from the dead to save Faith's
life. I knew God would work a miracle if it was necessary."

"I trust I have risen from the death of sin but I have never been in
the grave of which thou speakest. Know that in veritable flesh and
blood, I am thy brother George, who hath never tasted of death."

But this was an idea which Armstrong was incapable of receiving. He
shook his head, and muttering to himself, "Can the dead lie?" looked
suspiciously at Holden.

The announcement of the Solitary struck Faith, at once, as the truth.
Her mind was in no condition to reason and compare proofs. She only
felt how sweet had been her intercourse with him, and how he had
contrived to make her love and reverence him. She hoped it was true,
he was her long lost uncle, and she believed it because she hoped it.

"My Uncle George!" she said, as attempting to rise she received his
embrace. She could say no more. The agitation of her feelings choked
her voice and vented itself in a flood of tears.

"What, crying, my darling?" said Armstrong. "This is no time for
tears. You should rejoice, for is not George here, who left his grave
to save your life, and has not our faith received its triumphant
crown?"

"Alas!" exclaimed Holden, by a word and look conveying his meaning.
"As soon as you are able to walk, dear Faith, we had better return to
your home."

"I think I am sufficiently restored," she replied, "if you will assist
me."

Holden gave her his arm, and supported her to the carriage, followed
with great docility by Armstrong, who broke out i