"Yes! yes!" replied the colonel, gasping as he spoke; "I saw it; I felt it! Your name is Charles, but not Sim; that was your mother's name--your sainted mother's. You bear it from your grandfather You come from Cumberland?" "I do!" was the reply, in accents of astonishment. "My son! my son!--child of my Maria!" were the accents that broke from the colonel, as he fell upon the neck of the other. "My father!" exclaimed Charles, "have I then found a father?" And the tears streamed down his cheeks. Many questions were asked, many answered; and amongst others, the father inquired-- "Where is your brother--my little George? Does he live? You were the miniatures of your mother; and so strikingly did you resemble each other, that while you were infants, it was necessary to tie a blue ribbon round his arm, and a green one round yours, to distinguish you from each other." Charles became pale; his knees shook; his hands trembled. "Then I _had_ a brother?" he cried. "You had," replied his father; "but wherefore do you say you _had_ a brother? Is it possible that you do not know him? He has been brought up with my father--Mr. Morris of Morris House." "No, he has not," replied Charles; "the man you speak of, and whom you say is my grandfather, has brought up no one--none of my age. I have hated him from childhood, for he has hated me; and but that you have told me he is my grandfather, I would hate him still. But he has brought up no one that could be a brother of mine." "Then my child has died in infancy," rejoined the colonel. "No, no," added Charles; "I knew not that I had a brother--not even that I had a father; but you say my brother resembled me; that I from my birth had the mark beneath my chin which I have now, and that he had the same: then I know him; I have seen my brother!" "Where, where? when, when?" breathlessly inquired the anxious parent. "Speak, my son!--oh speak!" "Shortly after I had joined my regiment," continued Charles, "I was present in Devonshire, at what is called a revel. Our mess gave a purse towards the games. We put forward a Cumberland man belonging to the regiment, in the full confidence that he would be the victor of the day; but a youth, a mere youth, threw not only our champion, but all who dared to oppose him. I was stung for the honour of Cumberland; I was loath to see the hero carry his laurels so easily from the field. I accoutred myself in the wrestler's garb; I entered the ring. The shouting of the multitude ceased instantaneously. I gazed upon my antagonist, he gazed upon me. Our hands fell; we both shook; we were the image of each other. Three years afterwards I was in Holland. A soldier was unjustly condemned to die; I saved him; I obtained his pardon. He was my strange counterpart whom I met in Devonshire. He had the mark of the rose-bud beneath his chin that I have, and which you say my brother has." "And where is he now?" eagerly inquired the colonel.