comfort to you, mother, it is through your influence, for
you have taught me to walk in the paths of virtue."

"True, I have pointed out to you the ways of righteousness, but when you
looked upon that bright river of life, I observed that its waters were
no less tranquil, and mirrored upon its bosom was one more shining star;
and it has been increasing in magnitude, till now its radiance illumes
even the bright river itself."

So did the Sea-flower gather together the broken threads of this family,
weaving them closer with that golden thread of tender remembrance of him
who had gone to await them for a little in that happier home above; this
family, of which she had never the slightest suspicion but that they
were of her own flesh and blood; and as she sat with her hand clasped
within that of her mother's, reading from that blessed book, "Come unto
me all ye that are weary," Mrs. Grosvenor could not but notice the
striking resemblance which she bore to those lovely features of the
miniature, which was found within the golden band. The child was growing
to resemble her unknown mother, and were there any who had ever known
the parents, to see their child, they could not but have discovered her
descent. As the thought came to Mrs. Grosvenor's mind, she shuddered;
and she asked herself if it could ever be that her darling should be
torn from her? if another cloud would arise, hiding one more cherished
one from her sight? But why should she tremble at the thought? she well
knew there could be nothing, not even the discovery of relatives, which
could lessen her daughter's love for her mother. Not a word had ever
been said to the child in regard to her mysterious parentage. Captain
Grosvenor had thought it best not to reveal the fact until she should
have become of a suitable age to fully realize her situation. Those who
had known the circumstances of her discovery, had gradually come to look
upon her as the child of those who treasured her as if she had been
their own; and the playmates of her childhood days had never mistrusted
there was a mystery hanging about her "romantic" name,--Sea-flower.
Harry, indeed, had never forgotten his delight at having a new sister;
and as they had grown up together, he had often looked into her dreamy
eyes, and thought, "How unlike she is to any one else; she is too good
to be my sister;" and as the reality came to him, he had banished the
remembrance, ere it had taken to itself a form. The o