"But you'll have recollections of what they told you about your father from their own remembrance of him ?" "They'd little to tell," said Smeaton.

"I made out they knew very little indeed of him, except that he was a tall, fine-looking fellow, evidently of a superior class and education.

Of my mother they knew less." "You'll have letters of your father's ?" suggested Mr.Lindsey.
"Just a few mere scraps--he was never a man who did more than write down what he wanted doing, and as briefly as possible," replied Smeaton.

"In fact," he added, with a laugh, "his letters to me were what you might call odd.

When the money came that I mentioned just now, be wrote me the shortest note--I can repeat every word of it: 'I've sent Watson two thousand pounds for you,' he wrote.