That shows that he is a craven coward. Scared at the prospect of hell, of which he had a slight view this morning while under water. That is the cause of this sudden repentance, and will last as long as his clothes are wet. No longer, boy—no longer. Have you no other reason why you believe this repentance genuine? I have, father, the best of reasons why I believe him sincere. Remorse, on the one hand, and the hope of reward on the other, are the causes that lead him to seek this reconciliation. Remorse for driving his children from his home—Reward in receiving them back. Receiving who back? exclaimed the Admiral, attempting to rise from his chair. The Lieutenant continued:—— In owning and receiving in his house and heart the son of your daughter Amelia—the son of his son William—the representative of both families, and is the only one living that has the right to call you grand-father. Did you learn this on your last cruise to America? I did—or rather on our return, replied the Lieutenant. The old Admiral sank back in his chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent for some moments. Occasionally he would strike his cane on the floor and move himself about in his chair. The Lieutenant and Cora watched him with interest. At last he opened his eyes and attempted to speak, but instantly closed then again. It was evident that he was struggling with his feelings, but he said or did nothing to commit himself. A long silence ensued, then rising to his feet, said: Charles, where is this person you were speaking of? Is it a boy or girl? It is a boy—or rather man, father, and his name is Walter Wallace. At the mention of this name, the Admiral turned red in the face. Walter Wallace! he exclaimed. The name of my despised enemy. But what of my son Thomas? Dead? replied the Lieutenant. His wife? gasped the Admiral. Dead! replied the son. They had a child named after—after— Here his feelings controlled his actions. He was about to speak the name of her who had been the companion of his youth—the wife of his bosom—the mother of his children. It carried him back—yes way back to the time he led his Amy to the altar. He remembered the first born of that happy union. He remembered of dancing his little Thomas on his knee, and hearing him speak those soul-inspiring words “Pa-pa.” He remembered of this boy growing to be a man. He remembered of hearing him say “Father, I love Mary Wallace, and for her I will forsake father, mother and country. For her and with her I will go to America.” He remembered of saying, (it still rang in his ears,) “Leave your home! Leave my house! Never intrude your person on my presence again, or darken my door with your shadow.” He remembered Thomas’s last words: “Father, as you wish, so shall it be. Farewell, father, forever, farewell.” He remembered that he had learned that Thomas and Mary had a child. They called it—— Oh, my God! he exclaimed. How can I speak that name? You mean Amy, replied the Lieutenant.