Then, said the Admiral, I will perform my last act, and I call upon all present to witness my last words. Here, in the presence of my God and these witnesses, I own and acknowledge the youth I hold by the hand to be my lawful heir—the son of my daughter Amelia. Captain Davis, I resign him to your care. Lay me down. My sails are spread for a distant clime. The rigging is taut. My anchor is hove for the last cruise. Jordan’s waters roll smoothly across the valley of death. Angels are my pilots. They know the course and all the reefs and rocks under the swells. Angels lead me. They are the children that went before me. They clasp my hand and press it to their hearts. Yes, it is they—it is Thomas and Amelia. Cast off, men—cast off! I am homeward bound. My eye is on the Polar Star. My anchor holds—yes it holds—— Here his voice became inaudible, but his lips moved. His voice is heard once more: Peace, be still! and he fell back on his couch, dead. The intelligence that Admiral Powers was dead soon spread, and before sun-down the public buildings were draped in mourning and the shipping in the harbor had their flags at half mast. Lord Wallace called the Lieutenant aside: The reception on board of the Reindeer to-night, I presume will be deferred. Yes, replied the Lieutenant. Yet it will be necessary for me to go on board, as Cora informed me that Walter was to meet me there at eleven. Why not meet at my house and bring Cora with you? By the way, where is my grand-son? He disappeared at the moment of my father’s death, and has not been seen since. What caused him to leave so abruptly? Perhaps he thought that the garb of a common sailor was not in keeping with his present station. I do not think that was the reason, my Lord. I think he was determined not to leave the company of Tom and Jack. He has undertaken the difficult task of keeping them sober while we remain in port. But here comes Captain Davis. A warm and friendly greeting took place between Captain Davis and Lord Wallace. I think, said Davis, that the three have gone to Frost’s house. Let us join them. Then they all started. What is it, asked Wallace, that has caused this attachment between the sailors and my grand-son? Let us step into this club house where you can relate his history as far as you know it. The Lieutenant then related Walter’s history, commencing with the happy hours on the Callicoon, and ending with the death scene of his father. During this recital, Lord Wallace became very emotional, and it was with difficulty that he could suppress his feelings. When the mutiny on the wharf was recited, he could not control himself. Brave boy? he exclaimed. He is a hero well worth the name of Wallace. The parties then went to the residence of Jack Frost, where they found Walter and his two friends.