nobility? Sure it is time enough for decent burgesses to arm at the tolling of the common bell, which calls us out bodin in effeir of war."

'Why, my good father, that was not my fault; but I had no sooner quitted my nag than I run hither to tell you of my return, thinking, if it were your will to permit me, that I would get your advice about being Mistress Catharine's Valentine for the year; and then I heard from Mrs. Dorothy that you were gone to hear mass at the Black Friars. So I thought I would follow thither, partly to hear the same mass with you, and partlyOur Lady and St. Valentine forgive me! to look upon one who thinks little enough of me. And, as you entered the church, methought I saw two or three dangerouslooking men holding counsel together, and gazing at you and at her, and in especial Sir John Ramorny, whom I knew well enough, for all his disguise, and the velvet patch over his eye, and his cloak so like a serving-man's; so methought, father Simon, that, as you were old, and yonder slip of a Highlander something too young to do battle, I would even walk quietly after you, not doubting, with the tools I had about me, to bring any one to reason that might disturb you in your way home. You know that yourself discovered me, and drew me into the house, whether I would or no; otherwise, I promise you, I would not have seen your daughter till I had donn'd the new jerkin which was made at Berwick after the latest cut; nor would I have appeared before her with these weapons, which she dislikes so much. Although, to say truth, so many are at deadly feud with me for one unhappy chance or another, that it is as needful for me

1 See Note II.

as for any man in Scotland to go by night with weapons about me.'

'The silly wench never thinks of that,' said Simon Glover: 'she never has sense to consider, that in our dear native land of Scotland every man deems it his privilege and duty to avenge his own wrong. But, Harry, my boy, thou art to blame for taking her talk so much to heart. I have seen thee bold enough with other wenches, wherefore so still and tongue-tied with her?'

'Because she is something different from other maidens, father Glover - because she is not only more beautiful, but wiser, higher, holier, and seems to me as if she were made of better clay than we that approach her. I can hold my head high enough with the rest of the lasses round the maypole; but somehow, when I approach Catharine, I feel myself an earthly, coarse, ferocious creature, scarce worthy to look on her, much less to contradict the precepts which she expounds to me.'

'You are an imprudent merchant, Harry Smith,' replied Simon, 'and rate too high the goods you wish to purchase. Catharine is a good girl, and my daughter; but if you make her a conceited ape by your bashfulness and your flattery, neither you nor I will see our wishes accomplished.'

'I often fear it, my good father,' said the smith; 'for I feel how little I am deserving of Catharine.'

'Feel a thread's end!' said the glover; 'feel for me, friend Smith for Catharine and me. Think how the poor thing is beset from morning to night, and by what sort of persons, even though windows be down and doors

shut. We were accosted to-day by one too powerful to be nameday, and he showed his displeasure openly, because I would not permit him to gallant my daughter in the church itself, when the priest was saying mass. There are others scarce less reasonable. I sometimes wish that Catharine were some degrees less fair, that she might not catch that dangerous sort of admiration, somewhat less holy, that she might sit down like an honest woman, contented with stout Henry Smith, who could protect his wife against every sprig of chivalry in the court of Scotland.'

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'And if I did not,' said Henry, thrusting out a hand and arm which might have belonged to a giant for bone and muscle, 'I would I may never bring hammer upon anvil again! Ay, an it were come but that length, my fair Catharine should see that there is no harm in a man having the trick of defence. But I believe she thinks the whole world is one great minster-church, and that all who live in it should behave as if they were at an eternal mass.'

'Nay, in truth,' said the father, 'she has strange influence over those who approach her; the Highland lad, Conachar, with whom I have been troubled for these two or three years, although you may see he has the natural spirit of his people, obeys the least sign which Catharine makes him, and, indeed, will hardly be ruled by any one else in the house. She takes much pains with him to bring him from his rude Highland habits.'

Here Harry Smith became uneasy in his chair, lifted the flagon, set it down, and at length exclaimed, 'The devil take the young Highland whelp and his whole

kindred! What has Catharine to do to instruct such a fellow as he? He will be just like the wolf-cub that I ⚫ was fool enough to train to the offices of a dog, and every one thought him reclaimed, till, in an ill hour, I went to walk on the hill of Moncrieff, when he broke loose on the laird's flock, and made a havoc that I might well have rued, had the laird not wanted a harness at the time. And I marvel that you, being a sensible man, father Glover, will keep this Highland young fellow — a likely one, I promise you - so nigh to Catharine, as if there were no other than your daughter to serve him for a schoolmistress.'

'Fie, my son fie; now you are jealous,' said Simon, 'of a poor young fellow who, to tell you the truth, resides here because he may not so well live on the other side of the hill.'

'Ay ay, father Simon,' retorted the smith, who had all the narrow-minded feelings of the burghers of his time, 'an it were not for fear of offence, I would say that you have even too much packing and peiling with yonder loons out of burgh.'

'I must get my deer-hides, buck-skins, kid-skins, and so forth somewhere, my good Harry, and Highlandmen give good bargains.'

'They can afford them,' replied Henry, drily; 'for they sell nothing but stolen gear.'

'Well - well, be that as it may, it is not my business where they get the bestial, so I get the hides. But as I was saying, there are certain considerations why I am willing to oblige the father of this young man, by keeping him here. And he is but half a Highlander neither, and wants a thought of the dour spirit of a "glune

amie"; after all, I have seldom seen him so fierce as he showed himself but now.'

'You could not, unless he had killed his man,' replied the smith, in the same dry tone.

'Nevertheless, if you wish it, Harry, I'll set all other respects aside, and send the landlouper to seek other quarters to-morrow morning.'

'Nay, father,' said the smith, 'you cannot suppose that Harry Gow cares the value of a smithy-dander for such a cub as yonder cat-a-mountain? I care little, I promise you, though all his clan were coming down the Shoegate2 with slogan crying and pipes playing: I would find fifty blades and bucklers would send them back faster than they came. But, to speak truth though it is a fool's speech too, I care not to see the fellow so much with Catharine. Remember, father Glover, your trade keeps your eyes and hands close employed, and must have your heedful care, even if this lazy lurdane wrought at it, which you know yourself he seldom does.'

'And that is true,' said Simon: 'he cuts all his gloves out for the right hand, and never could finish a pair in his life.'

'No doubt, his notions of skin-cutting are rather different,' said Henry. 'But with your leave, father, I would only say that, work he or be he idle, he has no bleared eyes, no hands seared with the hot iron, and welked by the use of the fore-hammer, no hair rusted in the smoke, and singed in the furnace, like the hide of a badger, rather than what is fit to be covered with a Christian bonnet. Now, let Catharine be as good a wench as ever lived, and I will uphold her to be the best in Perth, 2 A principal street in Perth.

1 See Note 12.