your voice. I should not have minded dying so much after
that."

At last, Harry's Black Prince had hurried into the hut with the tidings
that his English father's ship was in the bay, and soon English voices
again sounded in his ears, bringing the forlorn boy such warmth of
kindness that he could hardly believe himself a mere stranger. If Alan
could but have shared the joy with him!

He was carried down to the boat in the cool of the evening, and paused
on the way, for a last farewell to the lonely grave under the palm
tree-one of the many sailors' graves scattered from the tropics to
the poles, and which might be the first seed in a "God's acre" to that
island, becoming what the graves of holy men of old are to us.

A short space more of kind care from his new friends and his Christian
chief, and Harry awoke from a feverish doze at sounds that seemed so
like a dream of home, that he was unwilling to break them by rousing
himself; but they approved themselves as real, and he found himself in
the embrace of his mother's sister.

And here Mrs. Arnott's story began, of the note that reached her in the
early morning with tidings that her nephew had been picked up by the
mission-ship, and how she and her husband had hastened at once on board.

"They sent me below to see a hero," she wrote. "What I saw was a
scarecrow sort of likeness of you, dear Richard; but, when he opened his
eyes, there was our Maggie smiling at me. I suppose he would not forgive
me for telling how he sobbed and cried, when he had his arms round my
neck, and his poor aching head on my shoulder. Poor fellow, he was very
weak, and I believe he felt, for the moment, as if he had found his
mother.

"We brought him home with us, but when the next mail went, the fever was
still so high, that I thought it would be only alarm to you to write,
and I had not half a story either, though you may guess how proud I was
of my nephew."

Harry's troubles were all over from that time. He had thenceforth to
recover under his aunt's motherly care, while talking endlessly over the
home that she loved almost as well as he did. He was well more quickly
than she had ventured to hope, and nothing could check his impatience to
reach his home, not even the hopes of having his aunt for a companion.
The very happiness he enjoyed with her only made him long the more
ardently to be with his own family; and he had taken his leave of her,
and of his dear David, and sailed by th