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CHAPTER XII.

Reputation ?--that’s man’s idol
Set up against God, the Maker of all laws,
Who hath commanded us we should not kill,
And yet we say we must, for Reputation!
What honest man can either fear bis own,
Or else will hurt another's reputation?
Fear to do base and unworthy things is valour;
If they be done to us, to suffer them
Is valour too.

BEN JONSON.

The Colonel was walking pensively up and down the parlour, when the officious landlady re-entered to take his commands. Having given them in the manner he thought would be most acceptable “ for the good of the house,” he begged to de tain her a moment.

“ I think,” he said, “ madam, if I understood the good people right, Mr Bertram lost his son in his fifth year?"

".O aye, sir, there's nae doubt of that, though there are mony idle clashes about the way and manner; for it's an auld story now, and every body tells it, as we were doing, their ain way by the ingle-side. But lost the bairn was in his fifth year, as your honour says, Colonel ; and the news being rashly told to the lady, then great with child, cost her her life that samya night-and the Laird never throve after that day, but was just careless, of every thing—though, when his daughter Miss Lucy grew up, she tried to keep order within doors.but what could she do, poor thing? --so now they're out of house and hauld.”

“ Can you recollect, madam, about what time of the year the child was lost?" The landlady, after a pause, and some recollection, answered, she was positive it was about this season ;' and added some local recollections that fixed the date in her memory, as occurring about the be ginning of November, 17

The stranger took two or three turns
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round the room in silence, but signed to Mrs Mac-Candlish not to leave it.

“ Did I rightly apprehend,” he said, " that the estate of Ellangowan is in the market?"

• In the market - it will be sold the morn to the highest bidder—that's no the morn, Lord help me! which is the Sabo bath, but on Monday, the first free day; and the furniture and stocking is to be roupit at the same time on the groundit's the opinion of the haill country, that the sale has been shamefully, forced on at this time, when there's sae little money stirring in Scotland wi' this weary American war, that somebody may get the land a bargain-Deil be in them, that I should say sae !"-the good lady's wrath rising at the supposed injustice.

“ And where will the sale take place ?"

“On the premises, as the advertisement says-that's at the house of Ellangowan, as I understand it.”

,“And who exhibits the title-deeds, rentroll, and plan?"

“A very decent man, sir; the sheriff

substitute of the county, who has authority from the Court of Session. He's in the town just now, if your honour would like to see him; and he can tell you mair about the loss of the bairn than ony body, for the sheriff depute (that's his principal like,) took much pains to come at the truth o' that matter, as I have heard."

“And this gentleman's name is?".*" Mac-Morlan, sir--he's a man of cha. raeter, and weel spoken of.”

“ Send my compliments-Colonel Mannering's compliments-to him, and I would be glad he would do me the pleasure of supping with me, and bring these papers with him--and I beg, good madam, you will say nothing of this to any one else."

“Me, sir? ne'er a word shall I say-I wish your honour, (a curtsey) or ony honourable gentleman that's fought for his

country, (another curtsey) had the land, fe since the auld family mauu quit, (a sigh)

rather than that wily scoundrel, Glossin, that's risen on the ruin of the best friend he ever had-and now I think on't, I'll slip on my hood and pattens, and gang to Mr Mac-Morlan mysell-he's at hame een now-it's hardly a step.” ...

“Do so, my good landlady, and many thanks_and bid my servant step here with my portfolio in the mean time.”. .! !

In a minute or two, Colonel Mannering was quietly seated with his writing materials before him. We have the privilege of looking over his shoulder as he writes, and we willingly communicate its substance to our readers. The letter was addressed to Arthur Mervyn, Esq. of Mervyn-Hall, Llanbraithwaite, Westmoreland. It contained some account of the writer's previous journey since parting with him, and then proceeded as follows: 'i

“And now, why will you still upbraid me with my melancholy, Mervyn ?-Do you think, after the lapse of twenty-five years, battles, wounds, imprisonment, misfortunes of every description, I can be still the same lively unbroken Guy Man.

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