"Well, Bob," said the farmer, as he leant back in his chair, and watched, with an air of amusement, his piebald favourite nibbling at a nut, "is it true what my good wife here tells me, that the post this morning actually brought a letter for you?" "From Master Neddy," exclaimed Bob, with sparkling eyes. "He's come back from Russy, and so has his father, and they're so glad to be in old England again," cried Billy, as in old times the most ready to speak. "The letter was sent first to the school,-- the dear old school!-- for they warn't to know that missus was married, and we so snug down here in the country. Oh! won't they be pleased to hear it? And is it not good in them, after all their travels, not to forget poor boys like us? Do you know, there was money in the letter?" he added, lowering his voice. "Ah! Captain Blake did you some good turn, did he not?" said the farmer to Bob. "He saved me from--" the boy coloured and paused,-- "From want, I suppose," said Grange, ending his sentence for him, and stroking back Oddity's sleek ears. "From worse," said Bob, looking down. "Not from death?" "Worse than that," murmured the boy. "Eh?" said the farmer, in surprise. "But for him what should I have been now! Oh sir!" cried Bob, suddenly raising his eyes, "I've often thought I should have told you this before,-- before you took me in here,-- me and my brother too,-- and treated us so kindly, and trusted us and all. You should have known what I was before that day when Captain Blake-- bless him for it!-- first took me into a ragged school." "My business is with what you are, not what you were," said the farmer, kindly; but Bob did not seem to hear the interruption, for he continued, in an agitated voice, the tears rising into and then overflowing his eyes:-- "He found me a poor, ignorant, miserable creature, not knowing so much as that it was a sin to take what was not my own. He found me with no comfort and no hope, going on the broad way which leads to the prison and the gallows; and worse,-- worse beyond,-- I know that now. He found me a wretched thief, and he did not hate me, despise me, despair of me: he gave me a chance, he gave me a friend! Blessings on him!-- he saved me from ruin!" Here let me drop the curtain, here let me close my tale. These are feelings, these are scenes, into which higher beings alone can enter; they are too solemn for a story like mine. And here I and my companions divide;-- I to luxuriate for awhile in the plenty with which rich autumn crowns the fields around; my bold comrade to return to the city, and there, in new adventures, to display a sagacity and courage which even the lords of the creation would admire if belonging to any race but ours; Oddity, in the happy home of his kind master, remains to share the board and the hearth,-- an instance that even a rat can show fidelity to man, where man can show mercy to a rat!