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· My gold is gone, my money is spent,

My land now take it unto thee.
Give me thy gold, good John o' the Scales,

And thine for aye my land shall be.

Then John he did him to record draw,

And John he caste him a gods pennie;
But for every pounde that John agreed,
The land, I wis, was well worth three.


The Galwegian John o' the Scales was a more clever fellow than his prototype. He contrived to make himself heir of Linne without the disagreeable ceremony of " telling down the good red gold.” Miss Bertram no sooner heard this pain. ful, and of late unexpected intelligence, than she proceeded on the preparations she had already made for leaving the mansion-house immediately. Mr. MacMorlan assisted her in these arrangements, and pressed upon her so kindly the hospitality and protection of his roof, until she should receive an answer from her cousin, or be enabled to adopt some settled plan of life, that she felt there would be unkindness in refusing an invitation urged with such earnestness. Mrs.Mac-Morlan was a lady-like person, and well qualified by birth and manners to receive the visit, and to make her house agreeable to Miss Bertram. home, therefore, and an hospitable reception, were secured to her, and she went on, with better heart, to pay the wages and receive the adieus of the few domestics of her father's family. ;

Where there are estimable qualities on either side, this task is always affecting the present circumstances rendered it doubly so. All received their due, and even a trifle more, and with thanks and good wishes, to which some added tears, took farewell of their young mistress. ... There remained in the parlour only Mr Mac-More

lan, who came to attend his guest, to his house, Dominie Sampson, and Miss Ber tram. “And now," said the poor girl, “I must bid farewell to one of my oldest and kindest friends. God bless you, Mr Sampson, and requite to you all the kindness of your instructions to your poor pu. pil, and your friendship to him that is gone—I hope I shall often hear from you." She slid into his hand a paper containing some pieces of gold, and rose, as if to leave the room.

Dominie Sampson also rose; but it was to stand aghast with utter astonishment. The idea of parting from Miss Lucy, go where she might, had never once occurred to the simplicity of his understanding. He laid the money on the table. “ It is certainly inadequate,” said Mac-Morlan, mistaking his meaning, " but the circumstances"

Mr Sampson waved his hand impatiently-" It is not the lucre it is not the lucre-but that I, that have eat of her fa

ther's loaf, and drunk of his cup, for twenty years and more-to think that I am going to leave her-and to leave her in diştress and dolour-No, Miss Lucy, you need never think it! You would not consent to put forth your father's poor dog, and would you use me warse than a mes. sani-No, Miss Lucy Bertram, while I live I will not separate from you-I'll be no burthen-I have thought how to prevent that. But, as Ruth said unto Naomi, · Intreat me not to leave thee, nor to depart from thee; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou dwellest I will dwell; thy people shall be my people, and thy God shall be my God. Where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried

- The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death do part thee and me.” . During this speech, the longest ever Dominie Sampson was known to utter, the affectionate creature's eyes streamed with tears, and neither Lucy nor Mac· Morlan could refrain from sympathizing

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with this unexpected burst of feeling and attachment. “Mr Sampson,” said MacMorlan, after having had recourse to his snuff-box and handkerchief alternately, "my house is large enough, and if you will accept of a bed there, while Miss Bertram honours us with her residence, I shall think myself very happy, and my roof much favoured by receiving a man of your worth and fidelity."

And then with a delicacy, which was meant to remove any objection on Miss Bertram's part to bringing with her this unexpected satellite, he added, “ My business requires my frequently having occasion for a better accountant than any of my present clerks, and I should be glad to have recourse to your assistance in that way now and then."

“ Of a surety-of a surety,” said Sampson eagerly, “ I understand book-keeping by double entry and the Italian method.”'

Our postillion had thrust himself into the room to announce his chaise and


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