ing 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
his last commands! 't is the one great lesson of my life, and should I
live a hundred years, I will never deviate from what I think would have
been my parent's wishes."

"Natalie!"--the Sea-flower gazed upon that name, the name of her
father's choice,--a simple word, but Oh, what volumes did it speak!
there seemed to be a very sacredness hanging about the tone. As time
sped onward, leaving far behind the past, but not burying it, the sweet,
child-like Sea-flower was gradually putting on the gentle, mystic form
of Natalie; and though the name had become familiar to other ears, to
her its impress was as when she reverently looked upon that cross of
Christ, at the foot of which was traced that which she could not but
associate therewith. The depth of her dreamy eyes spoke not only of him
who had left them, but they told of the soul's instinct in regard to
that which was as yet unrevealed.

"Well, massa, I tinks de sun make up he mind to take a look out at us
once more," remarked Vingo, as seated astride a wood-horse, he was
making vigorous exertions to take the nautical expression from his young
master's boots.

"Then you have had rather a dark time of it at home here, have you,
Vingo? have been rather lonely?"

"Yes, 'deed it has, massa Harry; I 'fraid sometimes dat I lose my
self-complexion entirely, and I tinks you not find so much ob me left,
if it not for missy's bright light, dat shine along de way. Dare not
anoder like her, massa; but I dunno as dat's strange, for de stars not
come down to bathe in de ocean ebery day."

"You are getting sentimental, Vingo," and an expression of thought stole
over Harry's features, and he remained silent, for he could not bring
himself to disclose even to Vingo, his knowledge of the mystery in
regard to the fair creature who called him brother. He could not bear to
think that she was not his sister; and yet, had his memory not served
him thus, he must have observed how unlike she was to any member of
the family.

"Mother, you have looked very thoughtful fo