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Enter Time, as Chorus.
I--that please some, try all ; both joy and terror
Of good and bad; that make and unfold error-
Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To use my wings. Impute it not a crime.
To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
D'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried
Of that wide gap.

Winter's Tale,

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. Our narration is now about to make a large stride, and omit a space of nearly seventeen years ; during which nothing occurred of any particular consequence with respect to the story we have undertaken to tell. The gap is a wide one; yet if the reader's experience in life enables him to look back on so many years, the space will scarce appear longer in his recollection, than the time consumed in turning these pages.

It was, then, in the month of November, about seventeen years after the catası trophe related in the last chapter, that, during a cold and stormy night, a social group had closed around the kitchen fire of the Gordon Arms at Kippletringan,' a small but comfortable inn, kept by Mrs Mac-Candlish in that village. The conversation which passed among them will save me the trouble of telling the few events occurring during this chasm in our history, with which it is necessary that the reader should be acquainted,

Mrs Mac-Candlish, throned in a comfortable easy chair lined with black leather, was regaling herself, and a neighbouring gossip or two, with a cup of comfortable tea, and at the same time keeping a sharp eye upon her domestics, as they went and came in prosecution of their various duties and commissions. The clerk and precentor of the parish enjoyed at a little distance his Saturday night's pipe, . and aided its bland fumigation by an oc

casional sip of brandy and water. Deacon Bearcliff, a man of great importance in the village, combined the indulgence of both parties—he had his pipe and his tea-cup, the latter being laced with a little spirits. One or two clowns sat at some distance, drinking their two-penny ale : .

“ Are ye sure the parlour's ready for them, and the fire burning clear, and the chimney no smoking ?” said the hostess to a chambermaid.

She was answered in the affirmative. Ane wadna be uncivil to them, especially in their distress," said she, turning to the Deacon. .

" Assuredly not, Mrs Mac-Candlish; assuredly not. I am sure ony small thing they might want frae my shop, under seven, or eight, or ten pounds, I would book them as readily for it as the first in the country.--Do they come in the auld chaise ?"

“I dare say no,” said the precentor; - for Miss Bertram comes on the white poney ilka day to the kirk-and a constant kirk-keeper she is-and it's a pleasure to hear her singing the psalms, winsome young thing."

" Aye, and the young Laird of Hazle. wood rides hame half the road wi' her af-, ter sermon,” said one of the gossips in company; "I wonder how auld Hazlewood likes that.”

“I kenna how he may like it now," an. swered another of the tea-drinkers; “but the day has been when Ellangowan wad hae liked as little to see his daughter taking up with their son:”

"Aye, has been," answered the first with emphasis.-"I am sure, neighbour Ovens,” said the hostess," the Hazlewood's of Hazlewood, though they are a very gude auld family in the county, never thought, till within these twa score o' years, of evening themselves till the Ellangowans--Wow, woman, the Bertrams of Ellangowan are the auld Dingawaies lang syne—there is a sang about ane o' them marrying a daughter of the King of Man; it begins,

Blithe Bertram's ta'en him ower the faem,
To wed a wife, and bring her hame

I dare say Mr Skreigh can sing us the ballant."

“Good wife," said Skreigh, gathering up his mouth, and sipping his tiff of brandy punch with great solemnity, " our talents were given us to other use than to sing daft auld sangs sae near the Sabbath-day.”

“ Hout fie, Mr Skreigh, I'se warrant I hae heard ye sing a blithe sang on Saturday at e’en--But as for the family carriage,. Deacon, it has nae been out of the coachhouse since Mrs Bertram died, that's six.. teen or seventeen years sin synes-Jock Jabos is away wi' a chaise of mine for. them;I wonder he's no come back. It's. pit mirk--but there's no an ill turn on the road but twa, and the brigg ower War., roch burn is safe eneugh, if he haud to the right side. But then there's Heavie, side-brae, that's just a murder for poste. cattle—but Jock kens the road brawly.”—

A loud rapping was heard at the door.
“ That's no them. I dinna hear the

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