"I remember, when a youngster under his command, hearing him repeatedly prophesy that a Delmont would revive the honour of his ancient house by naval fame.

Poor Charles was ever his favourite amongst us." "You were my uncle's messmate then," said Edward, in a tone of surprise and joy.

"Why did you not tell me this before, that I might ask all the questions I long to know concerning him ?" "And what have you heard of Charles to call for this extreme interest ?" replied Mordaunt, with his peculiar smile.

"I should have thought that long ere this my poor friend had been forgotten in his native land." "Forgotten! and by a sister who doted on him; who has never ceased to lament his melancholy fate; who ever held him up to my young fancy as one of those whom it should be my glory to resemble.

Did you know my aunt, as, by two or three things I have heard you say, I fancy you must, you could never suspect her of forgetting one she loved as she did her brother.