"Young man," said Seaton, coldly, "you are mistaken; I have no son." William lifted his hands in an imploring manner, and the ring met his father's eye. "Good heavens! what do I see!" he exclaimed, and sank forward, overpowered by his feelings, upon his horse's neck. The chief and the Colonel raised him up--the tears were streaming from his eyes. "A thousand painful remembrances," said he, "have quite unmanned me. Young man, you just now called me father--where, for mercy's sake tell me, did you get that ring?" "It was found on the bosom of my dead mother," faltered William. "Then you are my son!" And the next moment they were locked in each other's embrace. The chief and Gordon were moved. They passed their hands hastily across their eyes. "Dear father," said William, "have you forgot your old friend and associate in arms--my best of friends?" Seaton for the first time looked to him, and, extending his disengaged hand, grasped the Colonel's, saying-- "Excuse me, Gordon--I am now too happy. I have found a son and a brother." They walked to the castle, and William detailed to his father his mournful story. Often had he to stop, to allow his father to give vent to his anguish. "Ah, I often feared," said he, "that my Helen had been hardly dealt with; but this I never did suspect. Cursed villain! and, oh! my poor murdered Helen!" They returned to the castle. It was agreed that Seaton should still retain the name of Macdonald, until the Colonel should obtain, through the influence of his friends, a pardon for him. He also had lost all hopes of success for the Prince, and wished to enjoy the company of his son, visit the grave of his beloved wife, and, at death, be buried by her side. All was obtained; and Henry Seaton lived for many years, blessed in the society of his son, who studied the law, at the suggestion of the Colonel, and became distinguished in his profession. HUME AND THE GOVERNOR OF BERWICK.