His figure was wrapped in a large cloak; but Mr.Hayes could not help fancying that he had somewhere seen his face before.
"This, I preshoom," said the gentleman, "is Misther Hayes, that I have come so many miles to see, and this is his amiable lady?
I was the most intimate frind, madam, of your laminted brother, who died in King Lewis's service, and whose last touching letthers I despatched to you two days ago.

I have with me a further precious token of my dear friend, Captain Hall--it is HERE." And so saying, the military gentleman, with one arm, removed his cloak, and stretching forward the other into Hayes's face almost, stretched likewise forward a little boy, grinning and sprawling in the air, and prevented only from falling to the ground by the hold which the Ensign kept of the waistband of his little coat and breeches.
"Isn't he a pretty boy ?" said Mrs.Hayes, sidling up to her husband tenderly, and pressing one of Mr.Hayes's hands.
***** About the lad's beauty it is needless to say what the carpenter thought; but that night, and for many many nights after, the lad stayed at Mr.
Hayes's..