Send us news of thy welfare by some holy mouth.

Come.' Silently they paced together down the glen to the lonely beach of the great stream.

Pambo was there already, his white hair glittering in the rising moon, as with slow and feeble arms he launched the light canoe.
Philammon flung himself at the old men's feet, and besought, with many tears, their forgiveness and their blessing.'We have nothing to forgive.
Follow thou thine inward call.

If it be of the flesh, it will avenge itself; if it be of the Spirit, who are we that we should fight against God?
Farewell.' A few minutes more, and the youth and his canoe were lessening down the rapid stream in the golden summer twilight.

Again a minute, and the swift southern night had fallen, and all was dark but the cold glare of the moon on the river, and on the rock-faces, and on the two old men, as they knelt upon the beach, and with their heads upon each other's shoulders, like two children, sobbed and prayed together for the lost darling of their age..