And joys that shone so heavenly bright,
Gone for evermore!
These mem'ries rush upon me
With each sweet, mournful air;
Then, cease! in mercy, cease that strain!
Forbear! oh, forbear!
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Toney, "I recognize that voice!" And he sprang up and ran to the camp-fire. Two stalwart young men, in the rough garbs of miners, were standing with their backs to the blazing logs.
"Harry Vincent!" cried Toney.
"Clarence Hastings!" shouted Tom Seddon, as he rushed forward and grasped his long-lost friends each by the hand.