dren of one's own begetting."

Bless my soul! how poor authors are obliged to gallop about. Now I must
be off again to India, and get on board of the Bombay Castle.

END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER ONE.

A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
Who, with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd
The opening of his mouth.
SHAKESPEARE.

The Bombay Castle arrived at Madras without further adventure. A few
hours after she had anchored, all the passengers, receiving kind
messages from, or escorted on shore by their relatives or consignees,
had landed; all, with the exception of the three Miss Revels, whose
anxiety to land was increased by the departure of the others, and the
unpleasant situation in which they were placed, by remaining a clog upon
Captain Drawlock, who would not quit his ship until he had surrendered
up his charge. By inquiry of the dubashes, Captain Drawlock found out
that an old Colonel Revel was residing at his Bungalo, about two miles
distant from the fort, and supposing him not to be aware of the arrival
of his grand-nieces, he despatched Newton Forster to acquaint him with
the circumstance. It was late in the afternoon when Newton arrived at
the residence of the colonel, when he perceived immediately that every
thing was on the establishment of an old Indian nabob. A double set of
palanquin-bearers were stretched under the verandas; syces were fanning
the horses with their chowries; tailors and various craftsmen were at
work in the shade, while a herd of consumers, butlers, and other Indian
domestics, were loitering about, or very busy doing nothing.

It will be necessary, before Newton is introduced to the colonel, that
the colonel should be introduced to the reader. He was a man of nearly
sixty years of age, forty-five of which, with the exception of
occasional furlough, had been passed in the country. Having held
several lucrative situations for many years, and, although not
parsimonious, being very prudent in money concerns, he had amassed a
very large fortune. More than once he had returned to England on leave,
and with the full intention of remaining there, if he could be
comfortable; but a few months in his native country only made him more
anxious to return to India. His habits, his tastes were all eastern;
the close hospitality, the cold winter of England, the loss of
consequence, naturally resulting when a man mixes in the crowd of
London, all d