remaining days in his native land. He had been in Boston a week, and
happened to stray into the Police Court, where he had found the son
who, he supposed, had long ago been laid in the grave.

Edward Flint finished his career of "fashionable dissipation" by being
sentenced to the house of correction. Just before he was sent over, he
confessed to Mr. Wade that it was he who had stolen Harry's money,
three years before.

The next day Harry obtained leave of absence, for the purpose of
accompanying his father on a visit to Redfield. He was in exuberant
spirits. It seemed as though his cup of joy was full. He could hardly
realize that he had a father--a kind, affectionate father--who shared
the joy of his heart.

They went to Redfield; but I cannot stop to tell my readers how
astonished Squire Walker, and Mr. Nason, and the paupers were, to see
the spruce young clerk come to his early home, attended by his
father--a rich father, too.

We can follow our hero no farther through the highways and byways of
his life-pilgrimage. We have seen him struggle like a hero through
trial and temptation, and come off conqueror in the end. He has found
a rich father, who crowns his lot with plenty; but his true wealth is
in those good principles which the trials, no less than the triumphs,
of his career have planted in his soul.

CHAPTER XXI

IN WHICH HARRY IS VERY PLEASANTLY SITUATED, AND THE STORY COMES TO AN
END

Perhaps my young readers will desire to know something of Harry's
subsequent life; and we will "drop in" upon him at his pleasant
residence in Rockville, without the formality of an introduction. The
years have elapsed since we parted with him, after his triumphant
discharge from arrest. His father did not live long after his return
to his native land, and when he was twenty-one, Harry came into
possession of a handsome fortune. But even wealth could not tempt him
to choose a life of idleness; and he went into partnership with Mr.
Wade, the senior retiring at the same time. The firm of Wade and West
is quite as respectable as any in the city.

Harry is not a slave to business; and he spends a portion of his time
at his beautiful place in Rockville; for the cars pass through the
village, which is only a ride of an hour and a half from the city.

Mr. West's house is situated on a gentle eminence not far distant from
the turnpike road. It is built upon the very spot where the cabin of
the charcoal burners stood