He concealed his white cockade, and hoped to be able, by the help of his native tongue, to pass himself off as an officer of the English army.

But his face was recognised by one of his mother's brothers, George Churchill, who held on that day the command of a brigade.

A hurried embrace was exchanged between the kinsmen; and the uncle conducted the nephew to William, who, as long as every thing seemed to be going well, remained in the rear.

The meeting of the King and the captive, united by such close domestic ties, and divided by such inexpiable injuries, was a strange sight.

Both behaved as became them.