and felt. Colonel Dalrymple visited the Elliots every day, and he continued his stay through all the shooting season, which was very excellent in that country. Late in November the friends parted with great emotion. This the neighbors saw, as they bade a last adieu to each other. Mrs. Elliot soon found partial relief from her blindness; and the Colonel took a journey to spend the winter at the south. For many years he saw his family well settled around him, before he and his wife sunk to rest, with serenity and faith. In about seven or eight years from the death of Colonel Elliot, the account of the death of Major General Dalrymple reached the United States. His exit was sudden as a flash of light, from angina pectoris. He had served in the West Indies for several years previous to his death, but at length he found that the climate had injured his hardy constitution beyond all hopes of perfect restoration, but still believed that he might, with great care, attend his duties in Parliament for many years to come; but in this he was disappointed. After a great effort in the House of Commons, he instantly expired, with a sentence on his lips stating to a friend how much he felt exhausted.

With the information of the General's death, came several trunks to the heirs of Colonel Elliot, and an authenticated copy of the General's will, giving and granting to them by name certain real estate in America, and also a quantity of United States' stock. The great bulk of his fortune, which was very large, he gave to his daughter, at the time of his death the wife of a distinguished states

man in England.

The General had been married while an officer in Canada, to a fine woman of Montreal, a descendant of one of the old French families, who remained there after the peace of 1763. He never saw her after the army began its march. She died in a few weeks after she had heard the news of the capture of the British army, leaving a daughter only ten days old. This child was educated in a convent in France, and brought out under the care of her father in England. She was a reigning belle for two winters, and then was married to her father's wishes, and to the satisfaction of her connections.

The trunk, containing deeds and other papers from the deceased, was left at a counsellor's office for a thorough examination and arrangement, in order that those which ought to be preserved should be put on record, and the others filed away. A sale of a portion of the lands bequeathed was advised, as money in commerce, at that time, was thought better than lands of any kind. In pursuance of this duty, the lawyer found at the bottom of the trunk a bundle of papers covered with oil-cloth, and sealed with great care. In it he found a letter addressed from the Admiral to his son, informing him of the contents of his will, that he was made sole heir, after a few legacies, but at the same time sent him a sealed paper, to be opened when he should hear of his father's decease. An endorsement was on this paper, naming the time he had been made acquainted with his father's death, and of the opening of the paper. Along side of the paper was one in the hand-writing of the General, both going to prove that

Major General George Dalrymple was the identical lost child of Colonel Elliot. The gist of the story is this. Captain Dalrymple had been stationed at Boston, to watch the coast to Halifax, previous to and during a part of the war of 1755, as it was called. During his command, he was ordered to visit the frontiers to give advice in transporting artillery and munitions of war to Lake George. As he was on the frontiers, his son, only two years of age, sickened with the croup and suddenly died, and he hastened with his half distracted wife to the Atlantic sea-board. The fleet had sailed he knew, and he took an eastern port in his way, for he had heard of a fine ship just ready for sea, which was to be sent to England for sale. This was purchased, and soon got ready for sea. His wife was now conducted to the ship, to see her accommodations, and give her orders. On her last visit to the ship, she saw a child, about the age of her own she had lost, playing with a little dog. She took them into her cabin, and tied round the child's neck a coral and bells, which had been a present to her child. The boy, as it was warm, soon went to sleep, and she placed him in her berth, and the little dog jumped in beside him. In the midst of bustle and preparation, she forgot the circumstance. It was soon announced that the wind was fair and fresh, that the pilot was on board, and all things ready for the voyage. The ship saluted the town as she left it, and she was soon out of sight, sailing as she did at least ten knots an hour. Captain Dalrymple was busy in watching her motions, and was delighted to find her so fast and

manageable. As the shades of night came on,

the exhausted lady was about to retire, and was making some adjustment of her mattress, she uttered a shriek of distress, for in her berth she found both child and dog. "Oh! his mother, his mother!" broke, in the wildest tones, from her lips. "She is distracted by this time-good God! good God! what shall I do!" From this paroxysm she fell into

a state of torpor and almost insensibility. When Mrs. Dalrymple came out of this state of mind, she said to her husband, "Did not God send this child to us to supply the place of our own? Ours was taken away from us suddenly, and this as wonderfully given to us;" and before the sun arose, they had come to a determination to adopt the child with the name of their own. An Irish female servant was the only one who had the secret, and she was faithful to the highest example, even to death. Entering into the scheme most cordially, to please her mistress, she made some admirable arrangements. In the morning the child was dressed in the best clothes of the deceased; it was a green and gold hermaphrodite dress; such as indicated, but did not unequivocally decide the sex of the infant. With this dress, and the bells and coral, he did not complain, and before the week was passed forgot his cradle and his home; probably having at home been in some degree neglected by some new comer in the list of sons and daughters of the family. If there had been a sailor on board who had seen the urchin at home, in his new dress, he would not have known him. In justice to this good woman, it must be said, that she was the fondest

mother to her adopted offspring, and petted him so much in childhood, that the admiral sent him from home to school, that she might not ruin him by indulgence. The Admiral knew that he was the founder of his own fortunes, and could do no injustice to any hereditary claims by the course he was pursuing.

When the General read his father's letter, he remembered the story of his American friend of the loss of a child, and at once he was anxious to get at the whole of this interesting story. He entertained the wish, in a strong degree inherent in all minds, to know distinctly his origin. On his last visit to the United States, he made minute inquiries respecting the sailing of the St. George, the vessel bought and named by his father, and compared the date with the one in the paper sent him. He talked with Mrs. Elliot respecting the precise time of the loss of her child. She said he had a mark on his left hand, the scar of a burn. The whole circumstances were brought to agree with circumstances and impressions in his own mind, and by slow degrees he communicated the whole story to the Colonel and his wife. All, the whole course of these events, made the proofs irresistible in the minds of parents and child. Indeed, the mother thought the child was not sent into Egypt without the consent of the Lord, who now had it in his heart and power to bring succor to them all; but with the prudence of a good woman, she thought, for her son's sake, that this ought not to be known, as it would do them no good, and might injure her son among the high-born in England. This prudent counsel prevailed,