The accident which brought me acquainted with Mr. Ascomy's family, was the only influential event that befell me before my embarkation at Falmouth. But during two days that I was obliged to wait there for a fair wind, another interesting incident occurred.

Every body who has ever been at Falmouth, knows that it is a long, lane-like, one-streeted town, irregularly built on the western side of a fine natural harbour; and that between it and the promontory, crowned with the Castle of Pen Dennis, which protects the communication with the ocean, there is a pleasant open walk, but which, except on Sunday evening, when the weather happens to be fine, is little frequented by the inhabitants.

I was there on a Sunday, and walking by myself, in that sort of lethargy of mind which most people waiting for a fair wind to bear them to a foreign land experience, when I met a private of the garrison, who suddenly halted, and after eying me steadily, drew his hand across his eyes, and hastily passed.

Had my mind at the time been more engaged, I should probably not have observed his action, but having nothing particular to think of, it struck me as singular, and turning abruptly round, I requested him to come back, he however only halted.

He was a stout man, of a weather-tanned complexion, erect, and of a veteran aspect. His air betokened considerable energy of character, tempered with a sedate and respectful demeanour.