I'd bet a yard of pigtail that Mr Newton--" "Is here, my good fellow!" interrupted Newton.

"My dear father!" Nicholas sprang off his seat and embraced his son.
"My dear, dear boy! why did you not come to me before?
I was afraid that you had been killed.

Well, I'm glad to see you, Newton.

How did you like the West Indies ?" "The East Hinges, you mean, Mr Forster .-- Newton," continued the old pensioner, wiping both sides of his hand upon his blue breeches, and then extending it--"Tip us your daddle, my lad; I like to touch the flipper of one who has helped to shame the enemy; and it will be no disgrace for you to grapple with an old seaman, who did his duty as long as he had a pin to stand upon." "With pleasure, my friend," replied Newton, taking the old man's hand, while the other veteran seized the one unoccupied, and, surveying Newton from top to toe, observed, "If your ship be manned with all such lads as you--why, she be damned well manned, that's all." Newton laughed and turned to his father.
"Well, father, how are you ?--have you been quite well?
And how do you like your berth here ?" "Why, Newton, I get on much better than I did at Bristol." "It be Liverpool he mean, Mr Newton; but your good father be a little damaged in his upper works; his memory box is like a sieve .-- Come, Bill, we be two too many.

When father and son meet after a India voyage, there be much to say as wants no listeners .-- Good-bye, Mr Forster; may you never want a son, and may he never want a ship!" Newton smiled his thanks to the considerate old pensioners, as they stumped out of the door, and left him alone with his father.