ning. How the
Doctor's sternness all vanished; how he welcomed him and his father as
if they had been his own flesh and blood; how he conducted them to the
big school-room, and told the boys who it was (for Harry was so
altered, scarcely any one knew him); how the room rung with deafening
cheers; how the masters shook hands with them; and how he left, as the
school's hero, he who, but two days since, had been roaming about the
country with a travelling menagerie.

Yes! it was a grand time for Harry. Yet even this joy, even his sorrow
and loneliness at his mother's grave, did not banish from his heart the
wish for revenge. He had shut his ears to the words--"Vengeance is
mine: I will repay, saith the Lord."

Mr Campbell had soon made up his mind with regard to Harry's future.
The two years he had been away from school were, at his age, a most
serious loss to him; and all idea of his going to Oxford must be
abandoned. There was not time for him to make progress sufficient to
enable him to do well there; and unless he could do well, and help
himself by gaining a scholarship, his father could not afford to send
him to the University.

So he arranged that he should remain four years with a well-to-do
farmer of his acquaintance in Herefordshire, and learn farming; at the
end of that time, he should go to Australia, and try his fortune there,
where so many were filling their pockets and returning to England rich
men.

Within a week of the visit to Wilton, Harry was at his new abode in
Herefordshire, and his father once more had joined his vessel.

It had been a sad parting from Wilton. But they had work before them
both; and though their hearts sorely ached at saying good-bye to that
grassy mound in Wilton churchyard, Alan spoke to his boy (feeling,
himself, the truth of what he spoke), in the words of the noble-hearted
American poet:

"Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal!"

And again,

"Let us then be up doing,
With a heart for any fate,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait."

CHAPTER XX.

AVENGED AT LAST.

Homeward bound--Man overboard--Self-sacrifice--Noble revenge.

Fifteen years since Harry Campbell landed in Australia, a fine,
stalwart, young man of nineteen! Fifteen years of toil, crowned by
success, and he was on his way to England; home to his father, a quiet,
grey, old man of some three score years; home to Wilton, whe