t is,
they are tolerable. I am getting old, and think of closing the risks and
hazards of life--two or three, or, at the most, four or five, lucky
voyages, must, I think, bring a final settlement between us."

"'Twill be made sooner. I believe the history of my predecessor was no
secret to you. The manner in which he was driven from the marine of the
Stuarts, on account of his opposition to tyranny; his refuge with an only
daughter, in the colonies; and his final recourse to the free-trade for a
livelihood, have often been alluded to between us."

"Hum--I have a good memory for business, Master Skimmer, but I am as
forgetful as a new-made lord of his pedigree, on all matters that should
be overlooked. I dare say, however, it was as you have stated."

"You know, that when my protector and predecessor abandoned the land, he
took his all with him upon the water."

"He took a wholesome and good-going schooner, Master Skimmer, with an
assorted freight of chosen tobacco, well ballasted with stones from off
the seashore. He was no foolish admirer of sea-green women, and flaunting
brigantines. Often did the royal cruisers mistake the worthy dealer for an
industrious fisherman!"

"He had his humors, and I have mine. But you forget a part of the freight
he carried;--a part that was not the least valuable."

"There might have been a bale of marten's furs--for the trade was just
getting brisk in that article."

"There was a beautiful, an innocent, and an affectionate girl------"

The Alderman made an involuntary movement which nearly hid his countenance
from his companion.

"There was, indeed, a beautiful, and, as you say, a most warm-hearted
girl, in the concern!" he uttered, in a voice that was subdued and hoarse.
"She died, as I have heard from thyself, Master Skimmer, in the Italian
seas. I never saw the father, after the last visit of his child to this
coast."

"She did die, among the islands of the Mediterranean. But the void she
left in the hearts of all who knew her, was filled, in time, by
her--daughter."

The Alderman started from his chair, and, looking the free-trader intently
and anxiously in the face, he slowly repeated the word--

"Daughter!"

"I have said it.--Eudora is the daughter of that injured woman--need I
say, who is the father?"

The burgher groaned, and, covering his face with his hands, he sunk back
into his chair, shivering convulsively.

"What evidence have I of this?" he at length mut