Such were the sentiments of Frederick Howard, addressed to a fellow officer, (remarkable for his pride and haughtiness) as they walked toward the pier-head at Yarmouth, on their return to the Argo man of war, then stationed in the roads. Already were they in the boat which was to convey them on board, when a youth about seventeen ran up to them, and, with wildness and distress in his aspect, entreated they would take him with them. "Take you with us!" said Lieutenant Harland, sternly, "who are you?" "For God's sake, ask no questions, but take me with you," said the youth, and immediately jumped into the boat. "Get back, fellow! knock him over!" cried the exasperated Lieutenant. "Not in my presence, George;" said Frederick;--"he entreats protection--if he deserve it, it ought to be granted: if he do not, we have no right to maltreat him." He pushed the boat off, and they were conveyed on board. Captain Howard, the uncle of Frederick, was justly esteemed for the generosity of his disposition; his heart, indeed, was the seat of philanthropy, and never did the indigent or unhappy sue in vain. On being informed by his nephew of his conduct to the stranger, he expressed his approbation, at the same time desiring to see him. The youth was accordingly summoned. He entered the cabin with a modest bow, and, to the Captain's interrogation of who he was? answered--One brought up in expectation of a better fate; till an adverse stroke of fortune had bereaved him of all his early prospects of happiness. "Do you belong to Yarmouth, young man?" asked the Captain. "No, sir, I come from Caermarthen." "Ha--what--Caermarthen! Tell me, who is your father?--what is your name?" "I have not a father," sighed the youth, "My name is--(he faltered as he spoke it)--Henry St. Ledger." The animated hope expressed in the countenance of the Captain, suffered a momentary depression on hearing the name of the youth; but returned with redoubled glow as he repeated--"You have not a father!--Oh God!--How did you lose him?--When did he die?" "About two years since," replied St. Ledger, dashing a tear from his cheek. The Captain's agitation increased. "Are you certain he was your father? Did no obscurity,--no secrecy, attend your birth?" "Neither, sir; my birth was honourable; welcomed with joy: though I, alas! was decreed by heaven to experience the bitterest misery." Disappointment took possession of the Captain's features, on this information: he sighed deeply, and, leaning back in his chair, covered his face with his hand. He was recalled from his reverie, by his nephew expressing his surprise at the emotions St. Ledger had occasioned him. "Ah! Frederick," replied the Captain; "there is something in his appearance----" "Certainly not very prepossessing;" interrupted Lieutenant Harland: "to judge by that, I should take him for a pauper--or something worse."