1 Henry Clerval was the son of a merchant of Geneva.
2 His father was a narrow-minded trader and saw idleness and ruin in the aspirations and ambition of his son.
3 His son was bred in the service of his country, and Agatha had ranked with ladies of the highest distinction.
4 I am happy to remark, my dear son, that you have resumed your former pleasures and seem to be returning to yourself.
5 The old man, leaning on his son, walked each day at noon, when it did not rain, as I found it was called when the heavens poured forth its waters.
6 On the birth of a second son, my junior by seven years, my parents gave up entirely their wandering life and fixed themselves in their native country.
7 The memory of that unfortunate king and his companions, the amiable Falkland, the insolent Goring, his queen, and son, gave a peculiar interest to every part of the city which they might be supposed to have inhabited.
8 About half a dozen men came forward; and, one being selected by the magistrate, he deposed that he had been out fishing the night before with his son and brother-in-law, Daniel Nugent, when, about ten o'clock, they observed a strong northerly blast rising, and they accordingly put in for port.
9 The son confirmed his father's account, but when Daniel Nugent was called he swore positively that just before the fall of his companion, he saw a boat, with a single man in it, at a short distance from the shore; and as far as he could judge by the light of a few stars, it was the same boat in which I had just landed.