Son.--But your Name, Sir, if
you please? (persu'd he to his Brother) I am _Lewis Constance_, whom
once you unhappily mistook for your Rival. Unhappily, indeed: (return'd
_Miles_) I thought I had seen you before. Ay, Sir, (return'd
_Constance_) but you could never think to have seen me again, when you
wounded and left me for dead, within a Mile of my House. O! thou art
brave, (cry'd his Brother, embracing him affectionately) 'tis too much
Happiness, for such a Reprobate to find so true a Friend and so just a
Brother. This, this does in some Measure compensate for the Loss of so
dear a Father.--Take, take all, my Brother! (persu'd he, kissing
_Lewis's_ Cheek) Take all thou hast receiv'd of what is call'd mine, and
share my whole Estate with me: But pardon me, I beseech you my most
honour'd Officers, and all you Gentlemen here present, (continu'd he to
the whole Company, who sate silent and gazing at one another, on the
Occasion of so unusual an Adventure) pardon the Effects of Grief and Joy
in a distracted Creature! O, Sir _Miles_, (cry'd his Captain) we grieve
for your Misfortune, and rejoice at your Happiness in so noble a Friend
and so just a Brother. _Miles_ then went on, and gave the Company a full
but short Account of the Occasion of all his Troubles, and of all his
Accidents he met with both Abroad and at Home, to the first Day that
_Constance_ saw him digging in the _Tower_-Ditch. About one that
Morning, which preceded that Afternoon (persu'd he) whereon I saw my
dear Brother here, then a Stranger to me, I dream'd I saw my Father at a
Distance, and heard him calling to me to quit my honourable Employment
in his Majesty's Service: This (my Thought) he repeated seven or nine
Times, I know not which; but I was so disturb'd at it, that I began to
wake, and with my Eyes but half open was preparing to rise; when I
fancy'd I felt a cold Hand take me by the Hand, and force me on my hard
Bolster again, with these Words, take thy Rest, _Miles_! This I confess
did somewhat surprize me; but I concluded, 'twas the Effect of my
Melancholy, which, indeed, has held me ever since I last left _England_:
I therefore resolutely started up, and jump'd out of Bed, designing to
leave you, and sit up with my Fellow-Soldiers on the Guard; but just
then I heard the Watchman cry, _Past one a Clock and a Star-light
Morning_; when, considering that I was to be at Work in the Ditch by
four a Clock, I went to Bed again, and slumber'd, doz'd, and