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her thread her way through the crowd a little while ing through their minds ;-and perhaps it awoke a since, but I was not sure.

corresponding note in his own. He took his hat, and "Well," said Lady Penelope, "she has asked us all with a cast of thought upon his countenance which it up to Shaws-Castle on Thursday, to a déjenner a la seldom wore, left the apartment. A moment afterfourchette-I trust you confirm your sister's invita- wards his horse's feet were heard spurning the pavetion, Mr. Mowbray ?!

ment, as he started off at a sharp pace. "Certainly, Lady Penelope," replied Mowbray ; “There is something singular about these Mow"and I am truly glad Clara has had ihe grace to think brays to-night," said Lady Penelope. -" Clara, poor of it-How we shall acquit ourselves is a different dear angel, is always particular; but I should have question, for neither she nor I are much accustomed thought Mowbray

had too much worldly wisdom to to play host or hostess."

be fanciful.-What are you consulting your souvenir Oh! it will be delightful, I am sure," said Lady for with such attention, my dear Lady Binks?" Penelope; “Clara has a grace in every thing she "Only for the age of the moon," said her ladyship, does; and you, Mr. Mowbray, can be a perfectly well- putting the little tortoise shell bound calendar into her bred gentleman-when you please."

reticule; and having done so, she proceeded to assist "That qualification is severe-Well-good man- Lady Penelope in the arrangements for the evening. ners be my speed-I will certainly please to do my best when I see your ladyship ai Shaws-Castle, which has received no company this many a day.-

CHAPTER IX. Clara and I have lived a wild life of it, each in their own way,

We meet as shadows in the land of dreams, “ Indeed, Mr. Mowbray,” said Lady Binks, "if I Which speak not but in signs. might presume to speak -I think you do suffer your

Anonymous sister to ride about a little too much without an Behind one of the old oaks which we have described attendant. I know Miss Mowbray rides as woman in the preceding chapter, shrouding himself from obnever rode before, but still an accident may happen. servation like a hunter watching for his game, or an

"An accident ?? replied Mowbray-"Ah, Lady Indian for his enemy, but with different, very different Binks! accidents happen as frequently when ladies purpose, Tyrrel lay on his breast near the Buck-stane, have attendants as when they are without them.” his eye on the horse-road which winded down the

Lady Binks, who, in her maiden state, had cantered valley, and his ear alertly awake to every sound which a good deal about these woods under Sir Bingo's mingled with the passing breeze, or with the ripple of cscurt, coloured, looked spiteful, and was silent. the brook.

Besides," said John Mowbray, more lightly, "To have met her in yonder congregated assembly "where is the risk, after all? There are no wolves of brutes and fools”-such was a part of his internal in our woods to eat up our pretty Red-Riding Hoods; reflections, -“had been little less than an act of madand no lions either-except those of Lady Penelope's ness-madness almost equal in its degree to that

cowardice which has hitherto prevented my approach" Who draw the car of Cybele," said Mr. Chatterly. ing her when our eventful meeting might have taken

Lady Penelope luckily did not understand the allu. place unobserved. --But now-now-my resolution is sion, which was indeed better intended than ima- as fixed as the place is itself favourable. I will not gined.

wait till some chance again shall throw us together, Apropos !" she said; "what have you done with with a hundred malignant eyes to watch, and wonthe great lion of the day? I see Mr. Tyrrel no where der, and stare, and try in vain to account for the ex-Is he finishing an additional bottle with Sir Bingo ?" pression of feelings which I might find it impossible

"Mr. Tyrrel, madam," said Mowbray, “has acted to suppress.--Hark-hark !—I hear the tread of a successively the lion rampant, and the lion passant: horse-No-it was the changeful sound of the water he has been quarrelsome, and he has run away-fled rushing over the pebbles. Surely she cannot have from the ire of your doughty knight, Lady Binks." taken the other road to Shaws-Castle!-No-the

"I am sure I hope not,” said Lady Binks; my sounds become distinct-her figure is visible on the Chevalier's unsuccessful campaigns have been unable path, coming swiftly forward. - Have I the courage to to overcome his laste for quarrels--a victory would show myselt"?-I have--the hour is come, and what make a fighting-man of him for life.”

must be shall be." That inconvenience might bring its own conso- Yet this resolution was scarcely formed ere it began lations," said Winterblossom, apart to Mowbray; to fluctuate, when he reflected upon the fittest manner quarrellers do not usually live long."

of carrying it into execution. To show himself at a No, no,” replied Mowbray, "the lady's despair, distance, might give the lady an opportunity of turnwhich broke oui just now, even in her own despite, is ing back and avoiding the interview which he had quite natural--absolutely legitimate. Sir Bingo will determined upon-to hide himself till the moment give her no chance that way."

when her horse, in rapid motion, should pass his Mowbray then made his bow to Lady Penelope, lurking-place, might be attended with danger to the and in answer to her request that he would join the rider-and while he hesitated which course to pursue, ball or the card-table, observed, that he had no time there was some chance of his missing the opportunity to lose; that the heads of the old domestics at of presenting himself to Miss Mowbray at all. He Shaws-Castle would be by this time absolutely turned, was himself sensible of this, formed a hasty and desby the apprehensions of what Thursday was to bring perate resolution not to suffer the present moment to forth; and that as Clara would certainly give no di escape, and, just as the ascent induced the poney to rections for the proper arrangements, it was neces- slacken its pace, Tyrrel stood in the middle of the desary that he should take that trouble himself. file, about six yards distant from the young lady.

"If you ride smartly,” said Lady Penelope," you She pulled up the reins, and stopped as if arrested may save even a temporary alarm, by overtaking by a thunderbolt.--"Clara!"-" Tyrrel !" These were Clara, dear creature, ere she gets home-She some the only words which were exchanged between them, times suffers her pony to go at will along the lane, as until Tyrrel, moving his feet as slowly as if they had slow as Betty Foy's."

been of lead, began gradually to diminish the distance "Ah, but then,” said little Miss Digges, "Miss which lay betwixt them. It was then that, observing Mowbray sometimes gallops as if the lark was a snail his closer approach, Miss Mowbray called out with to her pony-and it quite frights one to see her.' great eagerness, -"No nearer-no nearer !-So long

The Doctor touched Mrs. Blower, who had ap- have I endured your presence, but if you approach me proached so as to be on the verge of the genteel cir- more closely, I shall be mad indeed !'' cle, though she did not venture within it--they ex- "What do you fear?" said Tyrrel, in a hollow changed sagacious looks, and a most pitiful shake of voice—“What can you fear ?" and he continued to the head. Mowbray's eye happened at that moment draw nearer, until they were within a pace of each to glance on them; and doubtless, notwithstanding other. Their hasting to compose their countenances to a dif- Clara, mean while, dropping her bridle, clasped her ferent expression, he comprehended what was pass. I hands together, and held them up towards Heaven, muttering, in a voice scarcely audible, "Great God!

-ing and quarrelling among the loudest of the brawlers If this apparition be formed by my heated fancy, let it and quarrellers of yonder idle and dissipated debaupass away, if it be real, enable me to bear its pre- chees?-You were used to have more temper-more sence !-Tell me, I conjure you, are you Francis Tyrrel sense: Another person-ay, another that you and I in blood and body, or is this but one of those wan- once knew-he might have committed such a folly, dering visions, that have crossed my path and glared and he would have acted perhaps in character.-But on me, but without daring to abide my steadfast you who pretend to wisdom-for shame for shame! glance ?

--And indeed, when we talk of that, what wisdom "I am Francis Tyrrel," answered he, "in blood was there in coming hither at all ?-or what good and body, as much as she to whom I speak is Clara purpose can your remaining here serve ?-Surely

you Mowbray.”

need not come, either to renew your own unhappiness "Then God have mercy on us both !" said Clara, or to augment mine?" in a tone of deep feeling.

"To augment yours—God forbid !" answered TyrAmen!" said Tyrrel.—"But what avails this ex- rel. "No-I came hither only because, after so many cess of agitation ?-You saw me but now, Miss Mow- years of wandering, I longed to revisit the spot bray-Your voice still rings in my ears-You saw me where all my hopes lay buried.". but now--you spoke to me--and that when I was "Ay-buried is the word," she replied, "crushed among strangers-Why not preserve your composure, down and buried when they budded fairest. I often when we are where no human eye can see-no human think of it, Tyrrel; and there are times when, ear can hear ?"

Heaven help me! I can think of little else. -Look at "Is it so ?" said Clara ; " and was it indeed your me-you remember what I was-see what grief and self whom I saw even now ?-1 thought so, and solitude have made me." something I said at the time--but my brain has been She Aung back the veil which surrounded her but ill settled since we last met-But I am well now riding-hat, and which had hitherto hid her face. It - quite well-I have invited all the people yonder to was the same countenance which he had formerly come to Shaws-Castle-my brother desired me to do known in all the bloom of early beauty; but though it-I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing Mr. the beauty remained, the bloom was fled for ever. Tyrrel there--though I think there is some old grudge Not the agitation of exercise--not that which arose between my brother and you."

from the pain and confusion of this unexpected in"Alas! Clara, you mistake. Your brother I have terview, had called to poor Clara's cheek even the scarcely seen," replied Tyrrel much distressed, and momentary semblance of colour. Her complexion was apparently uncertain in what tone to address her, marble-white, like that of the finest piece of statuary. which might soothe, and not irritate her mental " Is it possible?" said Tyrrel; "can grief have made malady, of which he could now entertain no doubt. such ravages ?",

“True--true," she said, after a moment's reflection, "Grief," replied Clara," is the sickness of the “my brother was then at college. It was my father, mind, and its sister is the sickness of the body-they my poor father, whom you had some quarrel with.- are twin-sisters, Tyrrel, and are seldom long separate. But you will come to Shaws-Castle on Thursday, at Sometimes the body's disease comes first, and dims two o'clock ?-John will be glad to see you-he can our eyes and palsies our hands, before the fire of our be kind when he pleases--and then we will talk of mind and of our intellect is quenched. But mark me old times-I must get on, to have things ready- -soon after comes her cruel sister with her urn, and Good evening."

sprinkles cold dew on our hopes and on our loves, our She would have passed him, but he took gently memory, our recollections, and our feelings, and hold of the rein of her bridle. -"I will walk with you, shows us that they cannot survive the decay of our Clara,” he said; "the road is rough and dangerous-bodily powers." you ought not to ride fast.- I will walk along with " Alas!" said Tyrrel, "is it come to this ?") you, and we will talk of former times now, more con- "To this," she replied, speaking from the rapid veniently than in company.

and irregular train of her own ideas, rather than "True-true--very true, Mr. Tyrrel-it shall be as comprehending the purport of his sorrowful exclayou say. My brother obliges me sometimes to go mațion, -" to this it must ever come, while immortal into company at that hateful place down yonder; and souls are wedded to the perishable substance of I do so because he likes it, and because the folks let which our bodies are composed. There is another me have my own way, and come and go as I list. state, Tyrrel, in which it will be otherwise-God Do you know 'Tyrrel, that very often when I am grant our time of enjoying it were come !". there, and John has his eye on me, I can carry it on She fell into a melancholy pause, which Tyrrel as gayly as if you and I had never met ?''

was afraid to disturb. The quickness with which "'I would to God we never had," said Tyrrel, in a she spoke, marked but too plainly the irregular suctrembling voice, "since this is to be the end of all ?"; cession of thought, and he was obliged to restrain the

"And wherefore should not sorrow be the end of agony of his own feelings, rendered more acute by a sin and of folly? And when did happiness come of thousand painful recollections, lest by giving way to disobedience ?—And when did sound sleep visit a his expressions of grief, he should throw her into a bloody pillow? That is what I say to myself, Tyrrel, still more disturbed state of mind. and that is what you must learn to say too, and then "I did not think,” she proceeded, " that after so you will bear your burden as cheerfully as I endure horrible a separation, and so many years, I could have mine. If we have no more than our deserts, why met you thus calmly and reasonably. But although should we complain ?-You are shedding tears, 1 what we were formerly to each other can never be think-Is not that childish ?- They say it is a relief- forgotten, it is now all over, and we are only friends if so, weep on, and I will look another way.”

Is it not so?" Tyrrel walked on by the pony's side, in vain en- Tyrrell was unable to reply. deavouring to compose himself so as to reply.

"But I must not remain here,” she said, "till the Poor Tyrrel,” said Clara, after she had remained evening grows darker on me.- We shall meet again, silent for some time--"Poor Frank Tyrrel !--Perhaps Tyrrel-meet as friends-nothing more-You will you will say in your turn, Poor Clara-but I am not come up to Shaws-Castle and see me?--no need of so poor in spirit as you-the blast may bend, but it secrecy now-my poor father is in his grave, and his shall never break me."

prejudices sleep with him-my brother John is kind, There was another long pause;. for Tyrrel was though he is stern and severe sometimes-Indeed. unable to determine with himself in what strain he Tyrrel, I believe he loves me, though he has taught could address the unfortunate young lady, without me to tremble at his frown when I am in spirits, and awakening recollections equally painful to her feel- talk too much-But he loves me, at least I think so, ings, and dangerous, when her precarious state of for I am sure I love him; and I try to go down health was considered. At length she herself pro- amongst them yonder, and to endure their folly, and, ceeded :

all things considered, 'I do carry on the farce of life “What needs all this, Tyrrel ?-and indeed, why wonderfully well-We are but actors, you know, and came you here?-Why did I find you but now brawl- the world but a stage."

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guide my tongue something better.-Hegh, sirs! but, | advised, and squabbled, with the deaf cook, and a as the minister says, it's an unruly member--troth, little old man whom he called the butler, until he at I am whiles ashamed o't mysell.”

length perceived so little chance of bringing order out of confusion, or making the least advantageous im.

pression on such obdurate understandings as he had CHAPTER X.

to deal with, that he fairly committed the whole matter of the collation, with two or three hearty curses,

to the charge of the officials principally concerned, Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it;

and proceeded to take the state of the furniture and Thou art of those, who better help their friends With sage advice, than usurers with gold,

apartments under his consideration. Or brawlers with their swords-I'll trust to thee,

Here he found himself almost equally helpless; for For I ask only from thce words, not deeds.

what male wit is adequate to the thousand little coThe Devil hath met his Malch.

quetrics practised in such arrangements? how can The day of which we last gave the events chanced masculine eyes judge of the degree of demi-jour to be Monday, and two days therefore intervened which is to be admitted into a decorated apartment betwixt it and that for which the entertainment was or discriminate where the broad light should be surfixed, that was to assemble in the halls of the Lord fered to fall on a tolerable picture, where it should be of the Manor the flower of the company now at Șt. excluded, lest the stiff daub of a periwigged grandRonan's Well. The interval was but brief for the sire should become too rigidly prominent ? And if preparations necessary, on an occasion so unusual ; men are unfit for weaving such a fairy web of since the house, though delightfully situated, was in light and darkness as may best suit furniture, orvery indifferent repair, and for years had never received naments, and complexions, how shall they be 'adeany visiters, except when some blithe bachelor or fox- quate to the yet more mysterious office of arranging hunter shared the hospitality of Mr. Mowbray; an while they disarrange, the various moveables in the event which became daily more and more uncom- apartment ? so that while all has the air of neglimon; for, as he himself almost lived at the Well, he gence and chance, the seats are placed as if they had generally contrived to receive his companions where been transported by a wish to the spot most suitable it could be done without expense to himself. Besides, for accommodation; stiffness and confusion are ai the health of his sister afforded an irresistible apology once avoided, the company are neither limited to a to any of those old-fashioned Scottish gentlemen, formal circle of chairs nor exposed to break their who might be too art (in the rudeness of more primi- noses over wandering stools; but the arrangements tive days) to consider a friend's house as their own. seem to correspond to what ought to be the tone of Mr. Mowbray was now, however, to the great delight the conversation, easy, without being confused, and of all his companions, nailed down, by invitation regulated, without being constrained or stiffened. given and accepted, and they looked forward to the Then how can a clumsy male wit attempt the araccomplishment of his promise, with the eagerness rangement of all the chifonerie, by which old snuffwhich the prospect of some entertaining noveliy never boxes, heads of canes, pomander boxes, lamer beads fails to produce among idlers.

and all the trash usually found in the pigeon-holes of A good deal of trouble devolved on Mr. Mowbray, the bureaus of old-fashioned ladies, may be now and his trusty agent Mr. Meiklewham, before any brought into play, by throwing them, carelessly thing like decent preparation could be made for the grouped with other unconsidered trifles, such as ara ensuing entertainment; and they were left to their to be seen in the windows of a pawnbroker's shop, unassisted endeavours by Clara, who, during both upon a marble encognure, or a mosaic work-table the Tuesday and Wednesday, obstinately kept herself thereby turning to advantage the trash and trinketry, secluded; nor could her brother, either by threats or which all the old maids or magpies, who have inhaflattery, extort from her any lighi concerning her pur- bited the mansion for a century, have contrived to pose on the approaching and important Thursday. accumulate. With what admira ton of the ingenuity To do John Mowbray justice, be loved his sister as of the fair artist have I sometimes pried into these much as he was capable of loving any thing but hin- miscellaneous groups of pseudo-bijouterie

, and seen self; and when, in several arguments, he had the the great grandsire's thumb-ring couchant with the mortification to find that she was not to be prevailed coral and bells of the first-born--and the boatswain's on to afford her assistance, he, without complaint, whistle of some old naval uncle, or his silver tobaccoquietly set himself w do the best he could by his own box, redolent of Oroonoko, happily grouped with the unassisted judgment or opinion with regard to the mother's ivory comb-case, still odorous of musk, and necessary preparations.

with some virgin aunt's tortoise-shell spectacle-case, This was not, at present, so easy a task as might and the eagle's talon of ebony, with which, in the be supposed; for Mowbray was ambitions of that days of long and stiff stays our grandmothers were character of ton and elegance, which masculine facul-wont to alleviate any little irritation in their back or ties alone are seldom capable of attaining on such shoulders! Then there was the silver strainer, on momentous

occasions. The more solid materials of which, in more economical times than ours, the lady a collation were indeed to be obtained for money from of the house placed the tea-leaves, after the very last the next markel-town, and were purchased accord-drop had been exhausted, that they might afterwards ingly; but he felt it was likely to present the vulgar be hospitably divided among the company, to be eaten plenty of a farmer's feast, instead of the elegant en- with sugar, and with bread and butter. Blessings tertainment, which might be announced in a corner upon a fashion which has rescued from the claws of of the county paper, as given by John Mowbray, Esq. abigails, and the melting-pot of the silversmith, those of St. Ronan's, to the gay and fashionable company neglected cimelia, for the benefit of antiquaries and assembled at that celebrated spring. There was the decoration of side-tables ! But who shall prelikely to be all sorts of error and irregularity in dish- sume to place them there, unless under the direction ing, and in sending up; for Shaws-Castle boasted of female taste ? and of that Mr. Mowbray, though neither an accomplished housekeeper, nor a kitchen possessed of a large stock of such treasures, was for maid with a hundred pair of hands to execute her the present entirely deprived. mandates. All the domestic arrangements were on This digression upon his difficulties is already too the minutest system of economy consistent with ordi-long, or I might mention the Laird's inexperence in pary decency, except in the stables, which were excel- the art of making the worse appear the better garlent and well kept. But can a groom of the stables nishment of hiding a darned carpet with a new floor; perform the labours of a groom of the chambers? or cloth, and flinging an Indian shawl over a faded and can the gamekeeper arrange in tempting order the threadbare sofa. "But I have said enough, and morą carcasses of the birds he has shot, strew them with than enough, to explain his dijeroma to an unassisted flowers, and garnish them with piquant sauces? It bachelor, who, without mother, sister, or cousin, withwould be as reasonable to expect a gallant soldier to out skilful housekeeper, or experienced clerk of the act as undertaker, and conduct the funeral of the kitchen, or valet of parts and figure, adventures to enemy he has slain.

give an entertainment, and aspires to make it elegant In a word, Mowbray talked, and consulted, and and comme il faut.

The sense of his insufficiency was the more vex-i. "Ay," said the man of pleasure, "when she reaches atious to Mowbray, as he was aware he would find it a knife to cut its own fingers with. --These acres sharp critics in the ladies, and particularly in his con- would have been safe enough, if it had not been for stani rival, Lady Penelope Penfeather. He was, your d-d advice." therefore, incessant in his exertions; and for two And yet you were grumbling e'en now," said the whole days ordered and disordered, demanded, com- man of business, "that you have not the power to gar manded, countermanded, and reprimanded, without the whole estate flee like a wild-duck across a tog? pause or cessation. The companion, for he could not Troth, you need care little about it; for if you have be termed an assistant, of his labours, was his trusty incurred an irritancy-and sae thinks Mr. Wisebehind, agent, who irotted from room to room after him, the advocate, upon an A. B. memorial that I laid be aflording him exactly the same degree of sympathy fore him-your sister, or your sister s goodman, if which a dog doth to his master when distressed in she should take the fancy to marry, might bring a demind, by looking in his face from time to time with a clarator, and evict St. Ronan's frae ye in the course piteous gaze, as if to assure him that he partakes of of twa or three sessions." his trouble, though he neither comprehends the cause “My sister will never marry,” said John Mowbray. or the extent of it, nor has in the slightest degree the "That's easily said,” replied the writer; "but as power to remove it.

broken a ship's come to land. If ony body kend o' the At length when Mowbray had got some matters chance she has o' the estate, there's mony a weelarranged to his mind, and abandoned a great many doing man would think little of the bee in her which he would willingly have put in better order, he bonnet." sat down to dinner upon the Wednesday preceding the "Hark ye, Mr. Meik lewham," said the Laird, "I appointed day, with his worthy aid-de-camp, Mr. will be obliged to you if you will speak of Miss MowMeiklewham; and after bestowing a few muttered bray with the respect due to her father's daughter, and curses upon the whole concern, and the fantastic old my sister." maid who had brought him into the scrape, by begging "Nae offence, St. Ronan's, nae offence," answered an invitation, declared that all things might now go the man of law; "but ilka man maun speak sae as to the devil their own way, for so sure as his name to be understood, -that is, when he speaks about buwas John Mowbray, he would trouble himself no siness. Ye ken yoursell, that Miss Clara is no just more about thein.

like other folk; and were I you--it's my duty to speak Keeping this doughty resolution, he sat down to plain-I wad e'en gie in a bit scroll of a petition to dinner with his counsel learned in the law; and the Lords, to be appointed Çurator Bonis, in respect speedily they despatched the dish of chops which was of her incapacity to manage her own affairs." set before them, and the better part of the bottle of "Meiklewham," said Mowbray, "you are a”old port, which served for its menstruum.

and then stopped short. "We are well enough now," said Mowbray, “though “What am I, Mr. Mowbray ?" said Meiklewham, we have had none of their d-d kickshaws.

somewhat sternly-"What am I? I wad be glad to "A wamefou' is a wamefou'," said the writer, swab- ken what I am. bing his greasy chops, "whether it be of the barley- A very good lawyer, I dare say," replied St. Romeal or the bran."

nan's, who was too much in the power of his agent "A cart-horse thinks so," said Mowbray; "but we to give way to his first impulse. "But I must tell must do as others do, and gentlemen and ladies are you, that rather than take such a measure against of a different opinion.”

poor Clara, as you recommend, I would give her up the “The waur for themselves and the country baith, estate, and become an ostler or a postilion for the rest St. Ronan's-it's the jinketing and the jirbling wi' of my life." tea and wi' trumpery that brings our nobles to nine- "Ah, St. Ronan's," said the man of law, "if you pence, and mony a het ha'-house to a hired lodging in had wished to keep up, the auld house, you should the Abbey."

have taken another trade, than to become an ostler The young gentleman paused for a few minutes, or a postilion. What ailed you, man, but to have filled a bumper, and pushed the bottle to the senior- been a lawyer as weel as other folk ? My auld Maisthen said abruptly, "Do you believe in luck, Mick ?" ter had a wee bit Latin about rerum dominos gen

“In luck ?" answered the attorney; "what do you temque togatam, whilk, signified, he said, that all mean by the question ?".

lairds should be lawyers." “Why, because I believe in luck myself-in a good “All lawyers are likely to become lairds, I think," or bad run of luck at cards."

replied Mowbray; "they purchase our acres by the “You wad have mair luck the day, if you had never thousand, and pay us, according to the old story, with touched them,” replied his confidant,

a multiplepoinding, as your learned friends call it, “That is not the question now," said Mowbray; Mr. Meiklewham. "but what I wonder at is the wretched chance that “Weel--and mightna you have purchased as weel has attended us miserable Lairds of St. Ronan's for as other folk ?" more inan a hundred years, that we have always been "Not I,” replied the Laird; “I have no turn for that getting worse in the world, and never better. Never service, I'should only have wasted bombazine on my has there been such a backsliding generation, as the shoulders, and four upon my three-tailed wig-should parson would say-half the country once belonged to but have lounged away my mornings in the Outermy ancestors, and now the last furrows of it seem to House, and my evenings at the play-house, and acbe flying."

quired no more law than what would have made me " Fleeing !" said the writer. "they are barking and a wise justice at a Small debt Court.” fleeing baith.-This Shaws-Castle here, I'se warrant "If you gained little, you would have lost as little," it flee up the chimney after the rest, were it not weel said Meiklewham; "and albeit ye were nae great gun fastened down wi h your grandfather's tailzie." at the bar, ye might aye have gotten a Sherifdom, or

“Damn the tailzie!" said Mowbray; "if they had a Commissaryship, amang the lave, to keep the banes meant to keep up their estate, they should have en-green; and sae ye might have saved your estate from tailed it when it was worth keeping: to tie a man down deteriorating, if ye dinna mend it muck le." to such an insignificant thing as St. Ronan's, is itke “Yes, but I could not have had the chance of tethering a horse on six roods of a Highland moor.' doubling it, as I might have done,” answered Mow.

Ye have broke weel in on the mailing by your feus bray, "had that inconstant jade, Fortune, but stood down at the Well," said Meiklewham, " and raxed a moment faithful to me. I tell you, Mick, that I have ower the tether maybe a wee bit farther than ye had been, within this twelvemonth, worth a hundred ony right to do."

thousand--worth fifty thousand-worth nothing, but It was by your advice, was it not ?" said the the remnant of this wretched estate, which is too Laird.

little to do one good while it is mine, though, were it "l'se ne'er deny it, St. Ronan's," answered the sold, I could start again, and mend my hand a writer ; " but I am such a gude-natured guse, that I little." just set about pleasing you as an auld wife pleases a “Ay, ay, just fling the helve after the hatchet," said bairn."

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