past, and the mysteries of ocean were that childhood's home. Ah, loved
one, thou dost not pause to find what 'tis which makes thy heart to beat
in unison with the murmuring of the waters! perchance those restless
billows are but the echoings of thy soul's desire to breathe that upper
air, and breathing, gasp for more, 'Tis not for us to tell thee that
bright ones came down, and bore the spirit of her who gave thee life, to
that better land, from hence; nor of the dying prayer, "Lord, keep my
child," which was caught up by each listening billow, and the
supplication, e'er since renewed by the voices of the deep.

Why Mrs. Grosvenor had spoken thus, upon this evening to her son, she
could not tell; she felt there was some irresistible power which bade
her speak that charge,--"never lose sight of your early instructions,
and the prayers of your mother." As she retired early for the night,
feeling slightly indisposed, she met the gaze of Harry, which was fixed
upon her, attributing its uncommon earnestness to a determination on his
part to cherish her words. And he never did forget them But, ah! fond
mother, sleep on, take thy rest, and gain strength for the morrow's
rising, for thou knowest not of the cup of sorrow which is being
prepared for thee.

As Harry sat watching the bright flames as they went crackling up the
chimney, his sister came and rested her head upon his shoulder, where
they remained, until Sea-flower, reminding him of the lateness of the
hour, was about to retire, when her brother threw his arm about her,
begging her to remain a little, for, said he, "I shall not always have
my dear sister to comfort me."

"To comfort you! Harry, do you, who are always so light-hearted and
joyous, need comforting?"