bout some foreign part called the New Geereusalem,
and wishing herself in a safe berth in the river Geordun.
The parson, I must say, strives to keep her steady, concerning
the navigation of her soul, and talks very sensibly of charity
and the poor, whereof she hath left a legacy of two hundred
pounds in her will. And here has been Mr. Gamaliel and your
brother my lord, demanding entrance at the gate, in order to
see her; but I would not suffer them to come aboard, and
pointed my patereroes, which made them sheer off. Your sister,
Mrs. Clover, keeps close watch upon her kinswoman, without
ever turning in, and a kind-hearted young woman it is. I
should be glad to see you at the garrison, if the wind of your
inclination sits that way; and mayhap it may be a comfort to
your aunt, to behold you alongside of her, when her anchor is
apeak. So no more at present, but rests your friend and humble
servant to command, "John Hatchway."

Next morning, after the receipt of this epistle, Peregrine, in order to
manifest his regard to his aunt, as well as his friendship for honest
Jack, set out on horseback for their habitation, attended by Pipes, who
longed to see his old messmate; but before he had reached the garrison,
Mrs. Hatchway had given up the ghost, in the threescore and fifth year
of her age. The widower seemed to bear his loss with resignation, and
behaved very decently upon the occasion, though he did not undergo those
dangerous transports of sorrow, which some tender-hearted husbands have
felt at the departure of their wives. The lieutenant was naturally a
philosopher, and so well disposed to acquiesce in the dispensations of
Providence, that in this, as well as in every other emergency of his
life, he firmly believed, that everything which happened was for the
best.

Peregrine's task, therefore, was not so great in comforting him, as in
consoling his own sister, who, with great poignancy and sincerity
of grief, lamented the death of the only relation with whom she had
maintained any intimacy of correspondence; for her mother was as
implacable as ever, in her enmity against her and Peregrine, and rather
more determined in her rancour; that which was originally a sudden
transport of indignation, being by this time settled into a confirmed
inveteracy of hate. As for Gam, who was now dignified by the country
people with the app