Indies, that he had
become a great lawyer, and was making a large fortune. I quite forgot
the circumstance till just now."

Newton had before heard his father mention that he had two brothers, but
whether dead or alive he could not tell. The present intelligence
appeared to hold out some prospect of relief, for Newton could not for a
moment doubt that if his uncle was in such flourishing circumstances, he
would not refuse assistance to his brother. He therefore resolved not
to wait until their means were totally exhausted: the next day he
disposed of all his clothes except one suit, and found himself richer
than he had imagined. Having paid his landlord the trifle due for rent,
without any other incumbrance than the packet of articles picked up in
the trunk at sea, three pounds sterling in his pocket, and the ring of
Madame de Fontanges on his little finger, Newton with his father set off
on foot for the metropolis.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER SIX.

I labour to diffuse the important good
Till this great truth by all be understood,
That all the pious duty which we owe
Our parents, friends, our country, and our God,
The seed of every virtue here below,
From discipline and early culture grow.
WEST.

The different chapters of a novel remind me of a convoy of vessels. The
incidents and _dramatis personae_ are so many respective freights, all
under the charge of the inventor, who, like a man-of-war, must see them
all safely, and together, into port. And as the commanding officer,
when towing one vessel which has lagged behind up to the rest, finds
that in the mean time another has dropped nearly out of sight, and is
obliged to cast off the one in tow, to perform the same necessary duty
towards the stern-most, so am I necessitated for the present to quit
Nicholas and Newton, while I run down to Edward Forster and his
_protegee_.

It must be recollected that during our narrative, "Time has rolled his
ceaseless course," and season has succeeded season, until the infant, in
its utter helplessness to lift its little hands for succour, has sprung
up into a fair blue-eyed little maiden of nearly eight years old, light
as a fairy in her proportions, bounding as a fawn in her gait; her eyes
beaming with joy, and her cheeks suffused with the blush of health, when
tripping over the sea-girt hills; meek and attentive when listening to
the precepts of her fond and adopted parent.

Faithful, the Newfoundland dog