dly: what you say
is very true, gentlemen. And as this is the case, I will not
deny that I am disposed to view your petition favourably. Some
indulgence--some consideration--is certainly due to the blood of the
Montmorencies.----Let me think a moment." Then, after a pause, he
added--"Well, gentlemen, I will grant you the dispensation you ask. You
shall have my order to the officers of the Customs and Excise for the
undisturbed passage of the funeral train to Griffith ap Gauvon. I will
take the whole responsibility on myself; and this evening I will write
to the Lords of the Treasury and the Home Secretary, to prevent any
misstatement of the matter. Davies, make out the order; and I will sign
it."

Both the appellants made their acknowledgments to Sir Morgan in the
warmest terms; and, having received the order, together with an
assurance from Sir Morgan that he should send down a carriage from
Walladmor House to meet the funeral on the sea-shore, and pay the last
honors to the poor gentleman's remains,--they bowed profoundly, and
quitted the court.

Bertram meantime, who had so recently parted with Captain le Harnois in
apparent good health, had been at first thoroughly confounded by this
unexpected intelligence of his death, until the portrait of the
deceased gentleman's piety--drawn by his friends in such very
flattering colors--began to suggest a belief that certainly there must
be two Captains le Harnois, and probably therefore two descendants of
the Montmorencies, cruizing off the coast of Wales. This belief again
was put to flight by 'de word which he haf alway in his mout' as
reported by Herr Van der Velsen. Not knowing what to think, he followed
the two negociators; and, addressing himself to the Dutchman, begged to
know if the deceased Captain, on whose behalf the petition had just
been presented to the lord lieutenant, were that Captain le Harnois who
commanded the Fleurs-de-lys?

"Oh Sare, ja: de var same, de pious good christen Capitaine le
Harnois."

"God bless me! is it possible? I parted with him last night at five
o'clock; and I protest I never saw a man look better in my life. Dead!
Why it seems a thing incredible. At five o'clock yesterday, but
twenty-three hours ago, I declare to you, Mr. Van der Velsen, that I
saw him with a keg of spirits by his side: and I'll venture to say that
he drank a glass of it every three minutes."

"Aye, alway he trank his physic at five o'clock: bot, Sare--mine dear