There was one, however, who felt for that desolate-hearted child, and loved him with a mother's tenderness.  This was his aunt, Miss Huntingdon, his father's unmarried and only sister.  Half his holidays would be spent at her house; and oh, what happy days they were for him! Happy, too, at last in the brightest and fullest sense; for that loving friend was privileged to lead her nephew gently to Him who says to the shy schoolboy, as much as to the mature man, in his sorrows, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."