after the citizen; "I will be with you in the hour of cause. "The King invites the guests," said George Heriot, without turning back. "The base-born, ill-bred mechanic!" soliloquized Sir Mungo, "if it were not the odd score of pounds he lent me last week, I would teach him how to bear himself to a man of quality! But I will be at the bridal banquet in spite of him." there, authority! he swallowed a hearty cup of wine to the happiness of the married couple, and began to amble about the room, mumping, laughing, and cracking jests, neither the wittiest nor the most delicate, but accompanied and applauded by shouts of his own mirth, in order to encourage that of the company. Whilst his Majesty was in the midst of this gay humour, and a call to the banquet was anxiously expected, a servant whispered Master Heriot forth of the apartment. When he re-entered, he walked up to the King, and, in his turn, whispered something, at which James started. He is not wanting his siller?" said the King, shortly and sharply. "By no means, my liege," answered Heriot. "It is a subject he states himself as quite indifferent about, so long as it can pleasure your Majesty." Body of us, man!" said the King, "it is the speech of a true man and a loving subject, and we will grace him accordingly-what though he be but a carle-a twopenny cat may look at a king. Swith, man! have him-pandite fores.-Moniplies ?-They should have called the chield Monypennies, though I sall warrant you English think we have not such a name in Scotland." Sir Mungo contrived to get invited, or commanded, to attend on the bridal accordingly, at which there were but few persons present; for James, on such occasions, preferred a snug privacy, which gave him liberty to lay aside the encumbrance, as he felt it to be, of his regal dignity. The company was very small, and indeed there were at least two persons absent whose presence might have been expected. The first of these was the Lady Dalgarno, the state of whose health as well as the recent death of her husband, precluded her attendance on the ceremony. The other absentee was Richie Moniplies, whose conduct for some time past had been extremely mysterious. Regulating his attendance on Lord Glenvarloch entirely according to his own will and pleasure, he had, ever since the rencounter in Enfield Chase, appeared regularly at his bed-side in the morning, to "It is an ancient and honourable stock, the Monyassist him to dress, and at his wardrobe in the even-pennies," said Sir Mungo Malagrowther; "the only ing. The rest of the day he disposed of at his own loss is, there are sae few of the name." pleasure, without control from his lord, who had now "The family seems to increase among your couna complete establishment of attendants. Yet he was trymen, Sir Mungo," said Master Lowestoffe, whom somewhat curious to know how the fellow disposed Lord Glenvarloch had invited to be present, since of so much of his time; but on this subject Richie his Majesty's happy accession brought so many of showed no desire to be communicative. you here." 66 On the morning of the bridal-day, Richie was par- Right, sir-right," said Sir Mungo, nodding and ticularly attentive in doing all a valet-de-chambre looking at George Heriot; "there have some of ourcould, so as to set off to advantage the very hand-selves been the better of that great blessing to the some figure of his master; and when he had arrang- English nation." ed his dress with the utmost exactness, and put to his long curled locks what he called "the finishing touch of the redding-kaim," he gravely kneeled down, kissed his hand, and bade him farewell, saying that he humbly craved leave to discharge himself of his lordship's service. As he spoke, the door flew open, and in entered, to the astonishment of Lord Glenvarloch, his late serving-man Richie Moniplies, now sumptuously, nay, gorgeously, attired in a superb brocaded suit, and leading in his hand the tall, thin, withered, somewhat distorted form, of Martha Trapbois, arrayed in a com"Why, what humour is this?" said Lord Glenvar- plete dress of black velvet, which suited so strangely loch; if you mean to discharge yourself of my ser- with the pallid and severe melancholy of her countevice, Richie, I suppose you intend to enter my wife's?"nance, that the King himself exclaimed, in some per"I wish her good ladyship that shall soon be, and your good lordship, the blessings of as good a servant as myself, in heaven's good time," said Richie; "but fate hath so ordained it, that I can henceforth only be your servant in the way of friendly courtesy." Well, Richie," said the young lord, "if you are tired of service, we will seek some better provision for you; but you will wait on me to the church, and partake of the bridal dinner?" "Under favour, my lord," answered Richie, "I must remind you of our covenant, having presently some pressing business of mine own, whilk will detain me during the ceremony; but I will not fail to prie Master George's good cheer, in respect he has made very costly fare, whilk it would be unthankful not to partake of." "Do as you list," answered Lord Glenvarloch; and having bestowed a passing thought on the whimsical and pragmatical disposition of his follower, he dismissed the subject for others better suited to the day. The reader must fancy the scattered flowers which strewed the path of the happy couple to church-the loud music which accompanied the procession-the marriage service performed by a Bishop-the King, who met them at Saint Paul's, giving away the bride, to the great relief of her father, who had thus time, during the ceremony, to calculate the just quotient to be laid on the pinion of report in a timepiece which he was then putting together. When the ceremony was finished, the company were transported in the royal carriages to George Heriot's, where a splendid collation was provided for the marriage-guests in the Foljambe apartments. The King no sooner found himself in this snug retreat, than, casting from him his sword and belt with such haste as if they burnt his fingers, and flinging his plumed hat on the table, as who should say, Lie turbation, "What the deil has the fallow brought us here? Body of our regal selves! it is a corpse that has run off with the mort cloth!" "May I sifflicate your Majesty to be gracious unto her?" said Richie; "being that she is, in respect of this morning's wark, my ain wedded wife, Mrs. Martha Moniplies by name.' "Saul of our body, man! but she looks wondrous grim," answered King James. "Art thou sure she has not been in her time maid of honour to Queen Mary, our kinswoman, of red hot memory?" "I am sure, an it like your Majesty, that she has brought me fifty thousand pounds of good siller, and better; and that has enabled me to pleasure your Majesty, and other folk." "Ye need have said naething about that, man," said the King; we ken our obligations in that sma' matter, and we are glad this rudas spouse of thine hath bestowed her treasure on ane wha kens to put it to the profit of his King and country.-But how the deil did ye come by her, man?" "In the auld Scottish fashion, my liege. She is the captive of my bow and my spear," answered Moniplies. "There was a convention that she should wed me when I avenged her father's death-so I slew, and took possession." "It is the daughter of Old Trapbois, who has been missed so long," said Lowestoffe.-"Where the devil could you mew her up so closely, friend Richie?" Master Richard, if it be your will," answered Richie; "or Master Richard Moniplies, if you like it better. For mewing of her up, I found her a shelter, in all honour and safety, under the roof of an honest countryman of my own-and for secrecy, it was a point of prudence, when wantons like you were abroad, Master Lowestoffe." There was a laugh at Richie's magnanimous reply, on the part of every one but his bride, who made to So him a signal of impatience, and said, with her usual brevity and sternness,-"Peace-peace. I pray you, peace. Let us do that which we came for." saying, she took out a bundle of parchments, and delivering them to Lord Glenvarloch, she said aloud, -"I take this royal presence, and all here, to witness, that I restore the ransomed lordship of Glenvarloch to the right owner, as free as ever it was held by any of his ancestors.' "I witnessed the redemption of the mortgage," said Lowestoffe; "but I little dreamt by whom it had been redeemed." "No need ye should," said Richie; "there would have been small wisdom in crying roast-meat." "Peace," said his bride, "once more. This paper," she continued, delivering another to Lord Glenvarloch," is also your property-take it, but spare me the question how it came into my custody." The King had bustled forward beside Lord Glenvarloch, and fixing an eager eye on the writing, claimed-" Body of ourselves, it is our royal signmanual for the money which was so long out of sight! -How came you by it, Mistress Bride?" "It is a secret," said Martha, dryly. |cluded, “colliga manus—caput obnubito—infelici suspendite arbori." Lowestoffe answered, with due respect, that the scrivener had absconded at the time of Lord Dalgarno's murder, and had not been heard of since. "Let him be sought for," said the King, "And now let us change the discourse-these stories make one's very blood grew, and are altogether unfit for bridal festivity. Hymen, O Hymenee!" added he, snapping his fingers, "Lord Glenvarloch, what say you to Mistress Moniplies, this bonny bride, that has brought you back your father's estate on your bridal day?" Let him say nothing, my liege," said Martha; "that will best suit his feelings and mine." "There is redemption-money, at the least, to be repaid," said Lord Glenvarloch; in that I cannot remain debtor." We will speak of it hereafter," said Martha; ex-debtor you cannot be." And she shut her mouth as if determined to say nothing more on the subject. "A secret which my tongue shall never utter," said Richie, resolutely, unless the King commands me on my allegiance." "I do I do command you," said James, trembling and stammering with the impatient curiosity of a gossip; while Sir Mungo, with more malicious anxiety to get at the bottom of the mystery, stooped his long thin form forward like a bent fishing-rod, raised his thin gray locks from his ear, and curved his hand behind it to collect every vibration of the expected intelligence. Martha in the meanume frowned most ominously on Richie who went on undauntedly to inform the King, "that his deceased fatherin-law, a good careful man in the main, had a touch of worldly wisdom about him, that at times marred the uprightness of his walk; he liked to dabble among his neighbour's gear, and some of it would at times stick to his fingers in the handling." "For shame, man, for shame!" said Martha; "since the infamy of the deed must be told, be it at least briefly.-Yes, my lord," she added, addressing Glenvarloch, "the piece of gold was not the sole bait which brought the miserable old man to your chamber that dreadful night-his object, and he accomplished it, was to purloin this paper. The wretched scrivener was with him that morning, and, I doubt not, urged the doting old man to this villany, to offer another bar to the ransom of your estate. If there was a yet more powerful agent at the bottom of the conspiracy, God forgive it to him at this moment, for he is now where the crime must be answered!" "Amen!" said Lord Glenvarloch, and it was echoed by all present. "For my father," continued she, with her stern features twitched by an involuntary and convulsive movement, "his guilt and folly cost him his life; and my belief is constant, that the wretch, who counselled him that morning to purloin the paper, left open the window for the entrance of the murderers." Every body was silent for an instant; the King was first to speak, commanding search instantly to be made for the guilty scrivener. "I, lictor," he con Sir Mungo, however, resolved not to part with the topic, and availing himself of the freedom of the moment, said to Richie "A queer story that of your father-in-law, honest man; methinks your bride thanked you little for ripping it up." "I make it a rule, Sir Mungo," replied Richie, "always to speak any evil I know about my family myself, having observed, that if I do not, it is sure to be told by ither folks." 66 But, Richie," said Sir Mungo, "it seems to me that this bride of yours is like to be master and mair in the conjugal state.' If she abides by words, Sir Mungo," answered Richie; "I thank Heaven I can be as deaf as any one; and if she comes to dunts, I have twa hands to paik her with." "Weel said Richie, again," said the King; "you have gotten it on baith haffits, Sir Mungo.-Troth, Mistress Bride, for a fule, your goodman has a pretty turn of wit." ་་ There are fools, sire," replied she, "who have wit, and fools who have courage-aye, and fools who have learning, and are great fools notwithstanding. I chose this man because he was my protector when I was desolate, and neither for his wit nor his wisdom. He is truly honest, and has a heart and hand that make amends for some folly. Since I was condemned to seek a protector through the world, which is to me a wilderness, I may thank God that I have come by no worse.' "And that is sae sensibly said," replied the King, "that, by my saul, I'll try whether I canna make him better. Kneel down, Richie-somebody lend me a rapier-yours, Mr. Langstaff; (that's a brave name for a lawyer,)-ye need not flash it out that gate, Templar fashion, as if ye were about to pink a bailiff!" He took the drawn sword, and with averted eyes, for it was a sight he loved not to look on, endeavour ed to lay it on Richie's shoulder, but nearly stuck it into his eye. Richie starting back, attempted to rise, but was held down by Lowestofle, while Sir Mungo, guiding the royal weapon, the honour-bestowing blow was given and received; "Surge, carnifer-Rise up, Sir Richard Moniplies, of Castle-Collop!-And my lords and lieges, let us all to our dinner, for the cocka-leekie is cooling." * Thrill, or curdle. END OF THE FORTUNES OF NIGEL. PEVERIL OF THE PEAK. "If my readers should at any time remark that I am particularly dull, they may be assured there is a design under it."-British Essayist. |