ing this time, Willy had made rapid progress
under his instruction, not only in his general education, but also in
that of his profession. One morning the lugger was off Cape Clear, on
the coast of Ireland, when she discovered a frigate to windward,--the
wind, weather, and relative situations of the two vessels being much the
same as on the former occasion, when McElvina, by his daring and
judicious manoeuvre, had effected his escape. The frigate chased, and
soon closed-to within a quarter of a mile of the lugger, when she
rounded-to, and poured in a broadside of grape, which brought her
fore-yard down on deck. From that moment such an incessant fire of
musketry was poured in from the frigate, that every man on board of
McElvina's vessel, who endeavoured to repair the mischief; was
immediately struck down. Any attempt at escape was now hopeless. When
within two cables' length, the frigate hove to the wind, keeping the
lugger under her lee, and continued a fire of grape and musketry into
her, until the rest of her sails were lowered down.

The crew of the smuggler, perceiving all chance in their favour to be
over, ran down below to avoid the fire, and secure their own effects.
The boats of the frigate were soon on board of the lugger, and
despatched back to her with McElvina and the chief officers. Willy
jumped into the boat, and was taken on board with his patron.

The captain of the frigate was on the quarter-deck; and as he turned
round, it occurred to Willy that he had seen his face before, but when
or where he could not exactly call to mind; and he continued to
scrutinise him, as he paced up and down the quarter-deck, revolving in
his mind where it was that he had encountered that peculiar countenance.

His eye, so fixed upon the captain that it followed him up and down as
he moved, at last was met by that of the latter, who, surprised at
finding so small a lad among the prisoners, walked over to the lee-side
of the quarter-deck, and addressed him with--"You're but a young
smuggler, my lad; are you the captain's son?"

The voice immediately recalled to Willy's recollection every
circumstance attending their last meeting, and who the captain was. He
answered in the negative, with a smile.

"You've a light heart, youngster. Pray, what's your name?"

"_You_ said that my name was to be Seymour, sir," replied Willy,
touching his hat.

"Said his name was to be Seymour! What does the boy mean?--Good
Heaven