Satanstoe

Chapter 23

"My sons? It may

Unman my heart, and the poor boys will weep;

And what can I reply, to comfort them,

Save with some hollow hopes, and ill-worn smiles?"

My Lord Howe did not at first recognise us, in our hunting-shirts. With

Guert Ten Eyck, however, he had formed such an acquaintance, while at

Albany, as caused him to remember his voice, and our welcome was both frank

and cordial. We inquired for the ----th, declaring our intention to join

that corps, from the commander of which all three of us had reiterated and

pressing invitations to join his mess. The intention of seeking our friend

immediately, nevertheless, was changed by a remark of our present host if

one may use such a term as applied to the commander of a brigade of boats.

"Bulstrode's regiment is in the centre, and wi