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tween judgment and execution, it chana ced that Captain Dirk Hatteraick had landed a cargo of spirits, and other contraband goods, upon the beach not far from Ellangowan, and, confiding in the indifference, with which the Laird had formerly regarded similar infractions of the law, he was neither very anxious to conceal nor to expedite the transaction. The consequence' was, that Mr Frank Kennedy, armed with a warrant from El- ; langowan, and supported by some of the Laird's people who knew the country, and by a party of military, poured down upon the kegs, bales, and bags, and, after a desperate affray, in which severe wounds were given and received, succeeded in clapping the broad arrow upon the articles, and bearing them off in triumph to the next custom-house. Dirk Hatteraick vowed, in Dutch, German, and English, a deep and full revenge, both against the gauger and his abettors; and all who knew him (thought it likely he would keep his word.

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A few days after the departure of the gypsey tribe, Mr Bertram asked his lady one morning at breakfast, whether this was not little Harry's birth-day?

“Five years auld exactly, this blessed day,” answered the lady ; " so we may look into the English gentleman's paper.”

Mr Bertram liked to show his authority in trifles. “No, my dear, not till to-more row. The last time I was at quarter sessions the sheriff told us, that diesthat dies inceptus in short, you don't understand Latin, but it means that a term day is not begun till it's ended.”

"That'sounds like nonsense, my dear."

“ May be so, my dear; but it may be very good law for all that. I am sure, speaking of term days, I wish, as Frank Kennedy says, that Whitsunday would kill Martinmas, and be hanged for the murder—for there I have got a letter about that interest of Jenny Cairns's, and deil a tenant's been at the Place yet wi'a boddle of rent-nor will not till Can

dlemas--but, speaking of Frank Kennedy, I dare say he'll be here the day, for he was away round to Wigton to warn a king's, ship that's lying in the bay about Dirk Hatteraick's lugger being on the coast again, and he'll be back this day; so we'll have a bottle of claret, and drink little Harry's health.”.

"I wish,” replied the lady, "Frank Kennedy would let Dirk Hatteraick alone. What needs he make himself mair busy than other folk?-Cannot he'sing his sang, and take his drink, and draw his salary like Collector Snail, honest man, that never fashes ony body? And I wonder at you, 'Laird, for meddling and makingDid we ever want to send for tea or brandy frae the Borough-town, when Dirk Hate teraick used to come quietly into the bay?"

“ Mrs Bertram, you know nothing of these matters. Do ye think it becomes a magistrate to let his own house be made a receptacle for smuggled goods ? Frank Kennedy will shew you the penalties in

the act, and ye ken yoursell they used to put their run goods into the auld Place of Ellangowan up bye there.”.

« Oh dear, Mr Bertram, and what the waur were the wa’s and the vault o'the auld castle for having a whin kegs o' brandy in them at an orra time? I am sure ye were not obliged to ken ony thing about it; or what the waur was the King that the lairds here got a soup o' drink, and the ladies their drap o' tea at a reasonable rate --it's a shame to them to pit such taxes on them!-and was na I much the better of these Flanders head and pin. ners, that Dirk Hatteraick sent me all the way frae Antwerp? It will be lang or the King sends me ony thing, or Frank Kennedy either. And then ye would quarrel with these gypsies too. I expect every day to hear the barn yard's in a low.”

" I tell you once more, my dear, you don't understand these things--and there's Frank Kennedy coming galloping up the avenue."

" Aweel ! aweel! Ellangowan," said the lady, raising her voice as the Laird left the room, “I wish you may under. stand them yoursell, that's a'!” .

From this nuptial dialogue the Laird joyfully escaped to meet his faithful friend, Mr Kennedy, who arrived in high spirits. " For the love of life, Ellangowan,” he said, “ get up to the castle! you'll see that old fox Dirk · Hatteraick, and his majesty's hounds in full cry after him.” So saying, he flung his horse's bridle to a boy, and ran up the ascent to the old castle, followed by the Laird, and indeed by several others of the family, alarmed by the sound of guns from the sea, now distinctly heard.

On gaining that part of the ruins which commanded the most extensive outlook, they saw a lugger, with all her canvass crowded, standing across the bay, closely pursued by a sloop of war, that kept firing upon the chase from her bows, which the lugger returned with her stern

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