The report went out that he was dead; and conscience, I suppose, or summut of that kind, run away with her senses." "Oh, he warn't killed then ?" "No, no: I seed him and heard him too, Sunday 'fore last, when I went to call upon old father; I was obligated to go to church, the old gemman's so remarkable particular." "And what's become of her husband, and that handsome young chap, her son ?" "I don't know, nor nobody else either.

The old man, who was as worthy an old soul as ever breathed (more shame to the old faggot, for the life she led him!) grew very unhappy and melancholy, and would not stay in the place: they disposed of everything, and both went away together; but nobody knows where the old man is gone to." "And the young 'un ?" "Oh, he came back and took command of the sloop.

He was here twice, to see how his mother was.

Poor lad! it was quite pitiful to see how unhappy he was about the old catamaran.

He give me and Bill a guinea apiece to be kind to her; but, about three days back, the sloop came into the harbour without him: they suppose that he fell off the jetty at Bristol and was drowned, for he was seen coming down to the boat; and, a'ter that, they never heard no more about him." "Well, but Tom, the old woman's all right now ?" "Yes, she's right enough; but where be her husband, and where be her son?
she'll never plague them any more, that's pretty sartain." The feelings of Mrs Forster at the _finale_ of this discourse are not easy to be portrayed.