I had imperfectly recovered my strength, when I was informed of the arrival of my mother's brother, Thomas Cambridge.

Ten years since, he went to Europe, and was a surgeon in the British forces in Germany, during the whole of the late war.

After its conclusion, some connection that he had formed with an Irish officer, made him retire into Ireland.
Intercourse had been punctually maintained by letters with his sister's children, and hopes were given that he would shortly return to his native country, and pass his old age in our society.

He was now in an evil hour arrived.
I desired an interview with him for numerous and urgent reasons.

With the first returns of my understanding I had anxiously sought information of the fate of my brother.