d in the nest where some noble eagle went a birding. I am
indebted to my brother, Lord Berkeley, for both my chaplain and my
private secretary. Good Parson Hutchinson seems to have been the
guardian of Bernard in his youth, but what may be the real relation
between them I am unable to say."

"Perhaps, like Major Presley's old Friar Bacon," said Temple, "the good
parson may have been guilty of some indiscretion in his youth, for which
he would now atone by his kindness to the offspring of his early crime."

"Hardly so," replied the Governor, "or he would probably acknowledge him
openly as his son, without all this mystery. I have several times hinted
at the subject to Mr. Hutchinson, but it seems to produce so much real
sorrow, that I have never pushed my inquiries farther. All that I know
is what I tell you, that my brother, in whose parish this Mr. Hutchinson
long officiated as rector, recommended him to me--and the young man, who
has been thoroughly educated by his patron, or guardian, by the same
recommendation, has been made my private secretary."

"He is surely worthy to fill some higher post," said Temple.

"And he will not want my aid in building up his fortunes," returned
Berkeley; "but they have only been in the colony about six months as
yet--and the young man has entwined himself about my heart like a son.
My own bed, alas! is barren, as you know, and it seems that a kind
providence had sent this young man here as a substitute for the
offspring which has been denied to me. See Temple," he added, in a
whisper, "with what admiring eyes he regards your fair daughter. And if
an old man may judge of such matters, it is with maiden modesty
returned."

"I think that you are at fault," said Temple, with a sigh; "my
daughter's affections are entirely disengaged at present."

"Well, time will develope which of us is right. It would be a source of
pride and pleasure, Harry, if I could live to see a union between this,
my adopted boy, and the daughter of my early friend," said the old
Governor, as a tear glistened in his eye; "but come, Presley, the
dancing has ceased for a time," he added aloud, "favour the company with
a song."

"Oh, damn it, Governor," replied the old burgess, "my songs won't suit a
lady's ear. They are intended for the rougher sex."

"Well, never fear," said the Governor, "I will check you if I find you
are overleaping the bounds of propriety."

"Very well, here goes then--a loyal ditty tha