vered a comrade from Grey Friars: Mr.
Wolfe of course paired off with Miss Lowther: and Theo and her father,
taking their sober walk in the Sabbath sunshine, found Madame Bernstein
basking on a bench under a tree, her niece and nephew in attendance.
Harry ran up to greet his dear friends: he was radiant with pleasure at
beholding them--the elder ladies were most gracious to the Colonel and
his wife, who had so kindly welcomed their Harry.

How noble and handsome he looked! Theo thought: she called him by his
Christian name, as if he were really her brother. "Why did we not see
you sooner to-day, Harry?" she asked.

"I never thought you were here, Theo."

"But you might have seen us if you wished."

"Where?" asked Harry.

"There, sir," she said, pointing to the church. And she held her hand
up as if in reproof; but a sweet kindness beamed in her honest face.
Ah, friendly young reader, wandering on the world and struggling with
temptation, may you also have one or two pure hearts to love and pray
for you!

CHAPTER XXXIII. Contains a Soliloquy by Hester

Martin Lambert's first feeling, upon learning the little secret which
his younger daughter's emotion had revealed, was to be angry with the
lad who had robbed his child's heart away from him and her family. "A
plague upon all scapegraces, English or Indian!" cried the Colonel to
his wife. "I wish this one had broke his nose against any doorpost but
ours."

"Perhaps we are to cure him of being a scapegrace, my dear," says Mrs.
Lambert, mildly interposing, "and the fall at our door hath something
providential in it. You laughed at me, Mr. Lambert, when I said so
before; but if Heaven did not send the young gentleman to us, who did?
And it may be for the blessing and happiness of us all that he came,
too."

"It's hard, Molly!" groaned the Colonel. "We cherish and fondle and rear
'em: we tend them through sickness and health: we toil and we scheme:
we hoard away money in the stocking, and patch our own old coats: if
they've a headache we can't sleep for thinking of their ailment; if
they have a wish or fancy, we work day and night to compass it, and 'tis
darling daddy and dearest pappy, and whose father is like ours? and so
forth. On Tuesday morning I am king of my house and family. On Tuesday
evening Prince Whippersnapper makes his appearance, and my reign is
over. A whole life is forgotten and forsworn for a pair of blue eyes, a
pair of lean shanks, and a