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On the night appointed for their departure, Charles rose from his bed when all was still, and softly feeling his way to the door, opened it and escaped. It was a beautiful night; and as he proceeded round the corner of the house to get a small bundle of clothes which he had concealed the day before, his heart beat with unusual violence, and for a few moments a faintness came over him at the thought of leaving a mother and sister, the only persons on earth whom he had ever truly loved. He stopped for a moment, as if meditating a better resolution, and then proceeded to the gate, which he opened, and went out. Here he again paused, turned, looked, lingered, hesitated, and even put his hand again to the latchet, half resolved to creep once more to his little bed-room; but at that moment the low call of Thornton, at some distance, reached his ear; he had lingered longer than he was aware, and now the moment had arrived when he must go, if at all. With a sort of desperation of feeling he hastened away, the tears trickling down his cheeks, as he bade adieu to the humble cottage which contained all he loved on earth. His bundle was under his arm, and in that bundle, I am glad to say, was "a mother's gift," the pocket Bible. Charles felt that he could not go without that; and perhaps he felt that the discovery that he had taken it might serve somewhat to assuage a mother's sorrow. Before morning the young sailors were a long way towards the seaport whence they expected to sail, and a couple of days (brought them quite there. The ship, it so happened, was ready, and Charles having been accepted on the recommendation of Thornton, took up his line of duty before the mast. Shortly after, the ship weighed anchor, and stretched forth on a far distant voyage.

I must leave my readers to imagine, if they are able, the surprise and consternation of Mrs. Grant and Alice the morning following [Charles' departure, in not finding him in the house or about the premises. What could it mean?

What errand could have called him away?

At what hour

I did he leave? What accident could have befallen him? Search was made for him by the increasingly anxious and terrified mother and sister for an hour or more, before they ventured to make known their solicitude to their neighbours. My own residence was not far distant; and before I had finished my breakfast, a messenger in haste made known the truly distressing situation of Mrs. Grant and Alice. I hastened to the house; other friends at no distant hour were there; inquiries were instituted, messengers were despatched around the town, but not the slightest tidings could be obtained, and even conjecture was baffled. At length, however, Mrs. Grant made the discovery that his better suit was gone, and there was a transient gleam of joy on her face as she announced that his pocket Bible was also not in his chest. Some days passed-long days and long and gloomy nights-before any satisfactory intelligence was received, and then the amount of that intelligence was in a short but affectionate letter from Charles himself, just then on the eve of sailing for the Pacific Ocean. It was thus:

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"MY DEAR MOTHER,-Can you, will you forgive me for the step I have taken without your knowledge or consent? My heart has smote me every hour since I left you. I am at and on board the ship, which sails in an hour for the Pacific Ocean. Fondest, best of mothers, do not grieve, I will one day return to bless and comfort you and my dear Alice. I must do something for you and her. Kiss her for me. Mother, I can write no more, only that I hope I shall have your prayers.

I have got my pocket Bi

ble, and shall keep it next my heart. Farewell.

Your affectionate Son. "

"P.S.—I have somewhere, read, what I'am sure will prove true in my own case,

Where'er I rove-whatever realms I see,

My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee."

By some means the letter did not reach the post-office as soon as it should have done, and the uncertainty bore heavily on the head of the mother and sister. The postmaster, on its arrival, kindly sent it to me, and, hoping that it contained tidings of the lost child, I ventured to break the seal. The truth, sorrowful as it was, was a great relief, and was felt to be so by Mrs. Grant and Alice. Yet for a season-and who can marvel?-their hearts were filled with a sadness which scarcely admitted of alleviation; it was a dark and mysterious providence; and, when friends called in, as they often did, to mingle their tears with the weeping, and to minister consolation, the most they could do was to weep and to say,-" His ways are in the sea, and His judgments past finding out." But time does something; faith does more. "Prayer makes the darkest cloud withdraw." So it did for them. They did not indeed recover their wonted cheerfulness, but they were calm and subdued. No murmur escaped the mother's lips, and even Alice seemed to have imbibed the spirit of a holy resignation: Father, thy will be done." But there were days of keen and bitter sorrow; and in those nights when the storm swept in angry blasts across their humble dwelling, and rocked their bed, it was impossible for a mother's heart not to tremble for her sailor boy, far off upon the stormy ocean, and perhaps suffering the perils of the raging billows. But even at such times she was enabled to commit herself and her wandering child to the care and grace of a covenant-keeping God, uttering the language of holy confi dence. His faithfulness is as the everlasting mountains: Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”

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Four years elapsed, and nothing was heard of Charles Grant. Some time during the second year of his absence, a rumour reached us that a ship, supposed to be the

which sailed from and on board of which Charles was supposed to be, was burned at sea, and that but two or three only were saved, and among them was a young man named Grant. But the rumour, though not contradicted, was not confirmed, and another period of uncertainty and anxiety fell to the lot of the long-stricken and heartsaddened mother and sister of the absent boy. At length the friends of Mrs. Grant perceived a visible change in her health. The indications of that too-fatal malady, consumption, were too apparent to be mistaken. Its approach was indeed slow and insidious, and, for a time, was kept at bay by the assiduous attention of our village physician; but medical prescription at length lost its power, and she became at first confined to the house, then to her room, and finally to her bed. I often visited her, as did other friends. Her room was no longer the abode of gloom and sorrow. She had for some months been making rapid progress in resignation to the will of her heavenly Father, and though her feeble tabernacle was shaken, and was likely to be dissolved, through years of anxiety and affliction, yet her faith seemed to acquire more and strength, and to fasten with a firmer hold upon the Divine promises.

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One day as I sat conversing with her, she alluded to the faithfulness of God, and expressed her unwavering confidence in Him. She said it had been her desire to acquiesce in the Divine will, and she hoped that she should be able to do so, whatever it might be, in relation to herself or her absent son. But," continued she, "I have prayed long and fervently that I may once more see him-see him, too, a true penitent and child of God; and I cannot relinquish the belief that God will hear and answer." I was about to say something which might tend to sooth her, in case her hopes were not realized, as I must confess I saw little present reason to expect they would be, when she stopped me and observed, You may think me presumptuous, but my faith must enjoy its hold on the Divine promises. Has not

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God said, 'Call upon me in the day of trouble and I will answer thee, and thou shalt glorify me?' I have called—yes, I have called by day and by night, and God has seemed to help me. Has he'excited such strong, such intense emotions for nothing? Has he enabled me to wrestle so with him, only to be disappointed? I am aware that probabilities are all against me. I must soon fail; this heart will soon cease beating, and the narrow-house be my resting-place, but I still have confidence in the faithfulness of my heavenly Father. What though I see no immediate prospect of the return of my poor boy; I believe I shall yet press that poor child to my bosom-returned not only to his mother, but to his God. Years since, I wrote in a pocket Bible I gave him, 'His loving kindness changes not,' and do you think it will fail now?" I confess I admired the steady faith of the mother -affaith strong in the Lord and in the power of his might; and yet it seemed scarcely possible that her hopes should be realized. At length my faith faltered, for it was apparent that her hour of departure was not far distant. That night two or three female friends, fearful of her failure before morning, offered to stay with the mother of Alice. This the latter cheerfully assented to, though she had decided not to leave her mother. The necessary arrangements for the night were made, and at an early hour all was silent in and around the humble cottage. It was a glorious night abroad -clear, soft, mild, just such a night as a saint might well choose in which to take his departure and soar to the temple above. It was just such a night, and Alice had risen from her seat; and to hide her emotions, as her dear parent breathed more heavily, had gone to the window, the curtain of which she drew aside, and was standing leaning her arm on the sash. In the distance, just beyond the gate, she descried, as she thought, the figure of a man who seemed to be approaching. For a moment she started back, but again looked, and his hand was on the latch. The gate was opened with great caution, and the stranger approach

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