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failing from Tetuan, his free paffage, and a comfortable supply of wearing apparel.
His astonished relatives eyed one another in filence. At length, Madame Robert, suspecting her fon had secretly concerted the whole plan, recounted the various inftances of his zeal. « Six thousand livres, feontinued she) is the sum we wanted--and we had already procured somewhat more than the half, owing chiefly to his industry. Some friends, no doubt; have assisted him upon an emergency like the present." A gloomy suggestion passed the father's mind. Turning suddenly to his son, and eyeing him with the sternness of distraction, “Unfortunate boy, (exclaimed he) what have you done? How can I be indebted to you for my freedom, and not regret it? How could you effect my ransom, without your mother's knowledge, unless at the expence of virtue? I tremble at the thought of filial affection having betrayed you into guilt. Tell the truth at once—and let us all die, if you have forfeited your integrity.”
· Calın your apprehensions, my deareft father, (cried the fon, embracing him)-no, I am not unworthy of such a parent, though Fortune has denied me the satisfaction of proving the full strength of my attachment. I am not your delivererbut I know who is. Recollect, mother, the unknown gentleman, who gave me the purse. He was particular in his enquiries. Should I pass my life in the pursuit, I must endeavour to meet with him, and invite him to contemplate the fruits of his beneficence. He then re. lated to his father all that paffed in the pleasure-boat, and removed every distressing suspicion.
Restored to the bofom of his family, Robert again para took of their joys, prospered in his dealings, and faw his children comfortably establifhed. At last, on a Sunday morning, as his fon fauntered on the quay, he recognized his benefactor, clasped his knees, and entreated him as his
CAPTAIN OCHTERLONY AND ENSIGN PEYTON.
guardian angel, as the saviour of a father and family, to fhare the happiness of his own creation. The stranger again disappeared in the crowd—but, reader, this stranger was MONTESQUIEU !!
MR. GRANGER, Sir, Having the satisfaction to find my former request complied with,
encouraged me to send you the following remarkable Anec dote (from Smollet's History of this Country), which happened at the unsuccessful Attack made by our Troops, under the command of Major General IVolje, on the French's Entrenchment near the falls of Montmorenci, freceding the Conquest of Quebec, in the Year 1759, and which tends so much to the honour of the British Soldiery, that I don't doubt but it will meet with your Approbation. Dartford, Feb. 1.
I am Yours, &c.
J. M-k. Captain Ochterlony and Ensign Peyton belonged to the regiment of Brigadier-General Monckton (the second in command). They were nearly of an age, which did not exceed thirty : the first was a North-Briton, the other a native of Ireland. Both were agreeable in person, and unblemished in character, and connected together by the ties of mutual friendship and esteem. On the day that preceded the battle, Captain Ochterlony had been obliged to fight a duel with a German officer; in which, though he wounded and disarmed his antagonist, yet he himself received a dangerous hurt under the right arm, in consequence of which his friends insisted on his remaining in camp during the action of the next day; but his spirit was too great to comply with this remonftrance. He declared it should never be said that a scratch received in a private rencounter had prevented him from doing his duty, when his country required VOL. I. No. 8.
his service; and he took the field with a full in his hand, though he was hardly able to carry his arms. In leading up his men to the enemy's entrenchment, he was fhot through the lungs with a musquet ball: an accident which obliged him to part with his fufil: but he still continued advancing; until, by loss of blood, he became too weak to proceed farther. About the same time Mr. Peyton was lamed by a shot, which shattered the small bone of his leg. The soldiers, in their retreat, earnestly begged, with tears in their eyes, that Captain Ochterlony would allow them to .carry him and the ensign off the field. But he was so bigotted to a severe point of honour, that he would not quit the ground, though he desired they would take care of his ensign. Mr. Peyton, with a generous disdain, rejected their good offices, declaring that he would not leave his Captain in such a situation, and in a little time they remained the sole survivors on that part of the field.
Captain Ochterlony sat down by his friend; and, as they expected nothing but immediate death, they took leave of each other. Yet they were not altogether abandoned by the hope of being protected as prisoners: for the Captain, seeing a French soldier with two Indians approach, started up; and accosting them in the French language, which he spoke perfectly well, expressed his expectation that they would treat him and his companion as officers, prisoners, and gentlemen. The two Indians seemed to be entirely under the conduct of the Frenchman, who coming up to Mr. Peyton, as he sat on the ground, snatched his laced hat from his head, and robbed the Captain of his watch and money. This outrage was a signal to the Indians for murder and pillage. One of them clubbing his firelock, struck at him behind with a view to knock him down; but the blow missing his head, took place upon his shoulder. At the same instant the other Indian poured his thot into the breast of this unfortunate young gentleman ;