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 12 carried off to sea. His parents received tidings his seizure ; but beyond that they could learn 11 thing. It was the loss of their main prop. T father, who was already infirm, grew heartless a melancholy, and sunk into his grave. The wido left lonely in her age and feebleness, could no long support herself, and came upon the parish. S there was a kind feeling towards her throughout t village, and a certain respect, as being one of t oldest inhabitants. As no one applied for the e tage in which she had passed so many happy da: sho was permitted to remain in it, where she liv solitary and almost helpless. The few wants of ture were chiefly supplied from the seanty produ tions of her little garden, which the neighbou would now and then cultivate for her. It was a few days before the time at which these eireur stances wero told me, that she was gathering som vegetables for her repast, when she heard the ed tage door which faeed the garden suddenly ope a stranger came out, and seemed to be looki eagerly and wildly around. He was dressed seaman's clothes, was emaciated and ghastly pa and bore the air of one broken by sickness and hai ships. He saw her and hastened towards ler; his steps were faint and faultering; he sunk on 1! knees before her, and sobbed like a child. T poor woman gazed upon liim with a vacant a wandering eye. « Oh my dear, dear mother! do You know your son? your poor boy George!" It w the wreek of her once noblo lad, who, shattered wounds, by siekness, and by foreign imprisonmer had at length dragged his wasted limbs home war to repose among the seenes of his childhood. I will not attempt to detail tho partieulars of su a meeting, where and sorrow were so complete blended; still he was alive; he was come home; might yet live to comfort and cherish her old ng