one of
his own, and that 'twas certainly conjur'd into his Pockets. No Matter
how it came there (said t'other;) but you have above twenty Pounds about
you of your own Money: Pray feel. _Miles_ then felt, and pull'd out as
much Silver as he could grasp, and laid it down on the Table. Hang this
white Pelf; (cry'd his Friend) pay it in Gold, like your self, Come,
apply your Hand to another Pocket: He did so, and brought out as many
Broad-Pieces as Hand could hold. Now (continu'd his Friend) give the
Waiter eight of 'em, and let him take the Overplus for his Attendance.
_Miles_ readily obey'd, and they were _Very Welcome, Gentlemen_.

Now, honoured Captain, (said his Friend) and you, Gentlemen, his other
worthy Officers, be pleas'd to receive your Soldier, as Sir _Miles
Hardyman_, Bar., Son to the late Sir _Henry Hardyman_ of
_Somersetshire_, my dear and honoured Brother-in-Law: Who is
certainly--the most unhappy Wretch crawling on Earth! (interrupted
_Miles_) O just Heaven! (persu'd he) How have I been rack'd in my Soul
ever since the Impious Vow I made, that I never would see my dearest
Father more! This is neither a Time nor Place to vent your Sorrows, my
dearest Brother! (said his Friend, tenderly embracing him.) I have
something now more material than your Expressions of Grief can be here,
since your honoured Father has been dead these five Years almost:--Which
is to let you know, that you are now Master of four thousand Pounds a
Year; and if you will forgive me two Years Revenue, I will refund the
rest, and put you into immediate and quiet Possession; which I promise
before all this worthy and honourable Company. To which _Miles_
return'd, That he did not deserve to inherit one Foot of his Father's
Lands, tho' they were entail'd on him, since he had been so strangely
undutiful; and that he rather thought his Friend ought to enjoy it all
in Right of his Sister, who never offended his Father in the whole
Course of her Life:--But, I beseech you, Sir, (continu'd he to his
Friend) how long is it since I have been so happy in so good and
generous a Brother-in-Law? Some Months before Sir _Henry_ our Father
dy'd, who gave us his latest Blessing, except that which his last Breath
bequeath'd and sigh'd after you. O undutiful and ungrateful Villain that
I am, to so kind, and so indulgent, and so merciful a Father: (cry'd
_Miles_) But Heaven, I fear, has farther Punishments in Store for so
profligate a Wretch and so disobedient a