Jane Lansache.  He says he knows the principal subject, which will not exceed L1000 in value.  N. B. He is a cousin to a family of Petersons, which was the name of the husband of my sister-in-law; so there is room to hope it may be worth more than he reports. 10th November, 10 A.M.  May God pardon all our sins!—­An English frigate, bearing the Parliament flag, has appeared in the offing, and gives chase.—­11 A.M.  She nears us every moment, and the captain of our vessel prepares to clear for action.—­May God again have mercy upon us!’

‘Here,’ said Maxwell, ’the journal with which I have opened the narration ends somewhat abruptly.’

‘I am glad of it,’ said Lady Ratcliff.

‘But, Mr. Maxwell,’ said young Frank, Sir Henry’s grandchild, ‘shall we not hear how the battle ended?’

I do not know, cousin, whether I have not formerly made you acquainted with the abilities of Frank Ratcliff.  There is not a battle fought between the troops of the Prince and of the Government during the years 1745-46, of which he is not able to give an account.  It is true, I have taken particular pains to fix the events of this important period upon his memory by frequent repetition.

‘No, my dear,’ said Maxwell, in answer to young Frank Ratcliff—­ ’No, my dear, I cannot tell you the exact particulars of the engagement, but its consequences appear from the following letter, despatched by Garbonete Von Eulen, daughter of our journalist, to a relation in England, from whom she implored assistance.  After some general account of the purpose of the voyage and of the engagement her narrative proceeds thus:—­

’The noise of the cannon had hardly ceased before the sounds of a language to me but half known, and the confusion on board our vessel, informed me that the captors had boarded us and taken possession of our vessel.  I went on deck, where the first spectacle that met my eyes was a young man, mate of our vessel, who, though disfigured and covered with blood, was loaded with irons, and whom they were forcing over the side of the vessel into a boat.  The two principal persons among our enemies appeared to be a man of a tall thin figure, with a high-crowned hat and long neckband, and short-cropped head of hair, accompanied by a bluff, open-looking elderly man in a naval uniform.  “Yarely! yarely! pull away, my hearts,” said the latter, and the boat bearing the unlucky young man soon carried him on board the frigate.  Perhaps you will blame me for mentioning this circumstance; but consider, my dear cousin, this man saved my life, and his fate, even when my own and my father’s were in the balance, could not but affect me nearly.

’"In the name of Him who is jealous, even to slaying,” said the first—­’

CETERA DESUNT

NO.  II

CONCLUSION OF MR. STRUTT’S ROMANCE OF QUEENHOO-HALL