202 OLD ACQUAINTANCE. 



Sebastopol, of cholera ; cut off in the 

 blossom of his days, surrounded by 

 strangers no one to whom he could im- 

 part his last farewell to those most dear 

 to him no one to lift his thoughts to 

 the fountain of mercy in the sound of 

 cannon and in the midst of the 

 turmoil of war was his spirit dismissed. 

 May you both, unprepared as I fear 

 you were, be presented at His judg- 

 ment-seat by that great Mediator, who 

 can, though spotless himself, see and com- 

 miserate our sinful condition. 



It was about this time I renewed, or 

 rather commenced, my acquaintance with 

 the son of my old master, the D.D. I 

 in the first chapter of this memoir al- 

 luded to, and brother-in-law to the most 

 excellent gentleman who succeeded to the 

 management of the Academy at Fulham, 

 he having married the Doctor's daughter. 

 I introduced myself to him by note, in 

 which I spoke of my former knowledge 



