220 JOLLY MEETING. 



Bacchanalian habits, and that advice and 

 remonstrance were equally vain, he was 

 obliged to call in the services of his 

 own surgeon; and on the arrival of the 

 ship at Spithead, the Doctor was ordered 

 to return to his own brig, since which 

 time my brother had not seen him. 



Their meeting, as might be antici- 

 pated, was a very jolly one. The two 

 friends seemed to vie with each other 

 in their gratulations, and in asking and 

 answering questions as to their mutual 

 wanderings. The Doctor's did not amount 

 to much, as he left the service at Ports- 

 mouth, had formed a matrimonial con- 

 nection with a sister of one of their 

 messmates, had settled at Redbourn as 

 a medical practitioner, and was at that 

 time a widower. 



I could but observe the marked deference 

 he paid to my brother's staid and gentle- 

 manlike deportment, as well as the restraint 



