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the front gallery facing the minister, rather than Mac-Crosskie of Creochstone, the son of deacon Mac-Crosskie the Dumfries weaver ?

Mannering expressed his acquiescence in the justice of these various complaints.

1." And then, Mr Mannering, there was the story about the road, and the fauld dike I ken Sir Thomas was behind there, and I said plainly to the clerk to the trustees that I saw the cloven foot, let them take that as they like.-Would any gentleman, or set of gentlemen, go and drive a road right through the corner of a faulddike, and take away, as my agent observed to them, like twa roods of gude moorland pasture ?-And there was the story about chusing the collector of the cess"

“Certainly, sir, it is hard you should meet with any neglect in a country, where, to judge from the extent of their residence, your ancestors must have made a very important figure.” Very true, Mr Mannering--I am a

plain man, and do not dwell on these things; and I must needs say, I have little memory for them; but I wish ye could have heard my father's stories about the auld fights of the Mac-Dingawaies—that's the Bertrams that now is-wi' the Irish, and wi’ the Highlanders, that came here in their berlings from Ilay and Cantireand how they went to the Holy Land that is, to Jerusalem and Jericho, wi' a' their clan at their heels—they had better have gaen to Jamaica, like Sir Thomas Kittlecourt's uncle—and how they brought hame reliques, like those that catholics have, and a flag that's up yonder in the garret-if they had been casks of Muscavado, and puncheons of rum, it would have been better for the estate at this day -but there's little comparison between the auld keep at Kittlecourt and the castle o' Ellangowan–I doubt if the keep's forty feet of front-But ye make no breakfast Mr Mannering; ye're no eating your meat; allow me to recommend some of the kip.

per-It was John Hay that cateht it, Saturday was three weeks, down at the stream below Hempseed ford,” &c. &. &c.

The Laird, whose indignation had for some time kept him pretty steady to one topic, now launched forth into his usual roving style of conversation, which gave Mannering ample time to reflect upon the disadvantages attending the situation, which, an hour before, he had thought worthy of so much envy. Here was a country gentleman, whose most estimable quality seemed his perfect good nature, secretly fretting himself and murmuring against others, for causes which, compared with any real evil in life, must weigh like dust in the balance. But such is the equal distribution of Providence. To those who lie out of the road of great afflictions, are assigned petty vexations, which answer all the purpose of disturbing their sere. nity; and every reader must have observed, that neither natural apathy nor ace quired philosophy can render country gen-.

tlemen insensible to the grievances which occur at elections, quarter sessions, and meetings of trustees.

Curious to investigate the manners of the country, Mannering took the advantage of a pause in good Mr Bertram's string of stories, to enquire what Captain Hatteraick so earnestly wanted with the gypsey woman.

0, to bless his ship, I suppose. You must know, Mr Mannering, that these freetraders, whom the law calls smugglers, having no religion, make it all up in sus perstition, and they have as many spells, and chạrms, and nonsense

Vanity and waur !" said the Dominie ; “it is a trafficking with the Evil One. Spells, periapts, and charms, are of his devicechoice arrows out of Apollyon's quiver.”

“ Haud your peace, Dominie-you're speaking for ever~(hy the way it was the first words the poor man had uttered that morning, excepting that he said grace, and returned thanks) Mr Mannering can

not get in a word for ye!-And so, Mr Mannering, talking of astronomy, and spells, and these matters, have ye been so kind as to consider what we were speaking about last night?"

I begin to think, Mr Bertram, with your worthy friend here, that I have been rather jesting with edge-tools; and although neither you nor I, nor any sensible man, can put faith in the predictions of astrology, yet, as it has sometimes happened that enquiries into futurity, undertaken in jest, have in their results produced serious and unpleasant effects both upon actions and characters, I really wish you would dispense with my replying to your question."

It was easy to see that this evasive answer only rendered the Laird's curiosity more uncontroulable. Mannering, however, was determined in his own mind, not to expose the 'infant to the inconveniences which might have arisen from his being supposed the object of evil predie

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