the name; but the surname; by what
name was your father known?"

"My father's name was Radford--Captain Radford. He went away a long
time ago, in a big ship, belonging to some merchant adventurers, and he
has never since come back, and poor dear mamma was accused of reading
the Bible, and of loving God's people more than the ways of the world,
and some cruel men came and dragged her off to prison. They very nearly
took me, but she told me to fly away, and to get clear of them, and that
I must throw myself on the mercy of the first Protestant family I could
meet. I ran and ran on, wishing to obey my mother, and fearing that the
Queen's guards would be in pursuit of me, till I came upon an encampment
of travellers by the roadside. I stopped and listened; they were
singing a hymn. I knew that it was a Protestant hymn, and thus I knew
that I might trust them. They did not understand much I said, for they
had not been long in the country. Yet I made myself understood, and
when they heard my tale they undertook to afford me protection. In vain
I have since frequently begged that I might go forth and search for my
mother, but they always shook their heads, and said it was of no use.
Still I am sure that I shall meet her again. Do you not think so, sir?"

"Yes, dear child; there is a place where all who are clothed in the
robes of the Lamb will assuredly meet, and there I trust that you will
meet with your mother."

Aveline looked up in Overton's face with an inquiring glance. "What do
you mean?" she asked eagerly; and then in a deep low whisper, painfully
drawing her breath, she said, "Is she dead?"

"The body in which you knew her has returned to dust, but she herself is
now rejoicing with a joy unspeakable. Do not mourn for her, my child.
Only accept the same gracious offer she accepted, and follow the course
she has followed, and assuredly you will be reunited to her."

"Yes, yes, I will indeed!" exclaimed Aveline, clasping her hands and
looking upwards.

Never had I seen a countenance more beautiful and radiant. Already an
angelic expression rested on it, such as I am sure it will wear when
glorified in heaven.

The husband, Crugeot, now came forward, for before his wife had opened
the door he had concealed himself in the further room; even a humble
family, such as I have described, in those days lived in dread of
persecution. Yet even they would not altogether hold their tongues, but
desired to witne