The likeness was so fearful!--not to the father (that I had been long accustomed to), but to the son, to the half-brother--to the poor lost young soul I had seen last night, the companion of desperate men.

As it struck me I could not avoid a start, and a moment after I would have given a hundred pounds not to have done so, for I felt Mary's hand on my arm, and heard her say, in a low voice,-- "Cruel! cruel! Will you never forget ?" I felt guilty and confused.

As usual, on such occasions, Satan was at my elbow, ready with a lie, more or less clumsy, and I said, "You do me injustice, Mrs.Hawker.I was not thinking of old times.

I was astonished at what I see there.

Do you think there is anything in it ?" "I sincerely hope so," she said.
"Indeed, and so do I.It will be excellent on every account.