On the fourteenth of the following month Matthew died, and in all probability the will here alluded to was never executed.

Certain it is that Matthew, whose end was awfully sudden at the last, died intestate, whereby his son John inherited the bulk, and ultimately the whole, of his fortune.

There are many allusions to this infant son in the last few letters; but I do not think the little creature obtained any great hold on the father's heart.

No doubt he was bound and swaddled out of even such small semblance to humanity as one may reasonably expect in a child of six or seven weeks old, and by no means an agreeable being.

And poor weak-minded Matthew's heart was with that player-girl wife whom he never acknowledged, and the little M.And thus ends the story of Matthew Haygarth, so far as I have been able to trace it in the unfathomable gloom of the past.
It seems to me that what I have next to do will be to hunt up information respecting that young man Meynell, whose father lived in Aldersgate Street, and was a respectable and solid citizen, of that ilk; able to give a substantial dinner to the father of his son's sweetheart, and altogether a person considerable enough, I should imagine, to have left footprints of some kind or other on the sands of Time.