"Like enough like enough," answered another citizen, shaking his head. "It's a shame the breaches in our walls are not repaired, and that these land-louping Highland scoundrels are left at liberty to take honest men and women out of their beds any night that is dark enough."

"But look here, neighbours," said Oliver Proudfute, showing a bloody hand, which he had picked up from the ground; "when did such a hand as this tie a Highlandman's brogues? It is large, indeed, and bony, but as fine as a lady's, with a ring that sparkles like a gleaming candle. Simon Glover has made gloves for this hand before now, if I am not much mistaken, for he works for all the courtiers." The spectators here began to gaze on the bloody token with various comments.

"If that is the case," said one, "Harry Smith had best show a clean pair of heels for it, since the justiciar will scarce think the protecting a burgess's house an excuse for cutting off a gentleman's hand. hard laws against mutilation."

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"Fie upon you, that you will say so, Michael Wabster," answered the bonnet-maker; "are we not representatives and successors of the stout old Romans, who built Perth as like to their own city as they could? And have we not charters from all our noble kings and progenitors, as being their loving liegemen? And would you have us now yield up our rights, privileges, and immunities, our outfang and infang, our hand-habend, our back-bearand, and our blood-suits and amerciaments, escheats, and commodities, and suffer an honest burgess's house to be assaulted without seeking for redress? No -brave citizens, craftsmen and burgesses, the Tay shall flow back to Dunkeld before we submit to such injustice!" "And how can we help it?" said a grave old man, who stood leaning on a two-handed sword-"What would you have us do?"

Marry, Bailie Craigdallie, I wonder that you, of all men, ask the question. I would have you pass like true men from this very place to the King's Grace's presence, raise him from his royal rest, and presenting to him the piteous case of our being called forth from our beds at this season, with little better covering than these shirts, I would show him this bloody token, and know from his Grace's own royal lips, whether it is just and honest that his loving lieges should be thus treated by the knights and nobles of his deboshed court. And this I call pushing our cause warmly."

'Warmly, sayest thou?" replied the old burgess; "why, so warmly, that we shall all die of cold, man, before the porter turn a key to let us into the royal presence.-Come, friends, the night is bitter-we have kept our watch and ward like men, and our jolly Smith hath given a warning to those that would wrong us, which shall be worth twenty proclamations of the King. -To-morrow is a new day; we will consult on this matter on this self-same spot, and consider what measures should be taken for discovery and pursuit of the villains. And therefore let us dismiss before the heart's blood freeze in our veins."

'Bravo, bravo, neighbour Craigdallie-St. Johnston for ever!

Oliver Proudfute would still have spoken; for he was one of those pitiless orators who think that their eloquence can overcome all inconveniences in time, place, and circumstances. But no one would listen; and the citizens dispersed to their own houses by the light of the dawn, which began now to streak the horizon.

They were scarce gone ere the door of the Glover's house opened, and, seizing the Smith by the hand, the old man pulled him in.

Where is the prisoner?" demanded the armourer. "He is gone-escaped-fled-what do I know of

him?" said the Glover.

He got out at the back door, and so through the little garden.-Think not of him, but come and see the Valentine, whose honour and life you have saved this morning."

Let me but sheath my weapon," said the Smith"let me but wash my hands."

'There is not an instant to lose, she is up and almost dressed. Come on, man. She shall see thee with thy good weapon in thy hand, and with villain's blood on thy fingers, that she may know what is the value of a true man's service. She has stopped my mouth over long with her pruderies and her scruples. I will have her know what a brave man's love is worth, and a bold burgess's to boot."

CHAP. IV.

Up! lady fair, and braid thy hair,
And rouse thee in the breezy air.

Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour.
Long have the rooks caw'd round the tower.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

TARTLED from her repose by the noise of the affray, the Fair Maid of Perth had listened in

breathless terror to the sounds of violence and outcry which arose from the street. She had sunk on her knees to pray for assistance, and when she distinguished the voices of neighbours and friends collected for her protection, she remained in the same posture to return thanks. She was still kneeling when her father almost thrust her champion, Henry Smith, into her apartment; the bashful lover hanging back at first, as if afraid to give offence, and, on observing her posture, from respect to her devotion.

Father," said the armourer, "she prays-I dare no more speak to her than to a bishop when he says mass.'

'Now, go thy ways, for a right valiant and courageous blockhead," said her father; and then, speaking to his daughter, he added,"Heaven is best thanked, my daughter, by gratitude shown to our fellow-creatures. Here comes the instrument by whom God has rescued thee from death, or perhaps from dishonour, worse than death. Receive him, Catharine, as thy true Valentine, and him whom I desire to see my affectionate son."

"Not thus-father," replied Catharine. "I can see can speak to no one now. I am not ungrateful-perhaps I am too thankful to the instrument of our safety; but let me thank the guardian Saint who sent me this timely relief, and give me but a moment to don my kirtle."

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Nay, God-a-mercy, wench, it were hard to deny thee time to busk thy body-clothes, since the request is the only words like a woman that thou hast uttered for these ten days. Truly, son Harry, I would my daughter would put off being entirely a saint, till the time comes for her being canonised for Saint Catharine the Second." Nay, jest not, father; for I will swear she has at least one sincere adorer already, who hath devoted himself to her pleasure, so far as sinful man may.-Farethee-well then, for the moment, fair maiden," he concluded, raising his voice, and Heaven send thee dreams as peaceful as thy waking thoughts. I go to watch thy slumbers, and woe with him that shall intrude on them!"

Nay, good and brave Henry, whose warm heart is at such variance with thy reckless hand, thrust thyself into no farther quarrels to-night; but take the kindest thanks, and with these, try to assume the peaceful thoughts which you assign to me. To-morrow we will meet, that I may assure you of my gratitude.-Farewell!"

"And farewell, lady and light of my heart," said the armourer; and descending the stair which led to Catha→

rine's apartment, was about to sally forth into the street, when the Glover caught him by the arm.

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"I shall like the ruffle of to-night," said he, better than I ever thought to do the clashing of steel, if it brings my daughter to her senses, Harry, and teaches her what thou art worth. By St. Macgrider! I even love these roysterers, and am sorry for that poor lover who will never wear right-handed chevron again. Ay! he has lost that which he will miss all the days of his life, especially when he goes to pull on his gloves,-ay, he will pay but half a fee to my craft in future.Nay, not a step from this house to-night," he continued. "Thou dost not leave us, I promise thee, my son."

"I do not mean it. But I will, with your permission, watch in the street. The attack may be renewed." "And if it be," said Simon, "" thou wilt have better access to drive them back, having the vantage of the house. It is the way of fighting which suits us burghers best-that of resisting from behind stone walls. Our duty of watch and ward teaches us that trick; besides, enough are awake and astir to ensure us peace and quiet till morning. So come in this way.'

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So saying, he drew Henry, nothing loath, into the same apartment where they had supped, and where the old woman, who was on foot, disturbed as others had been by the nocturnal affray, soon roused up the fire. "And now, my doughty son," said the Glover, liquor wilt thou pledge thy father in ?"

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Henry Smith had suffered himself to sink mechanically upon a seat of old black oak, and now gazed on the fire, that flashed back a ruddy light over his manly features. He muttered to himself half audibly--“ Good Henrybrave Henry-Ah! had she but said dear Henry!"

"What liquors be these?" said the old Glover, laughing. "My cellar holds none such; but if sack, or