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signifies winning a hundred thousand pounds, if you win them to lose them a' again?"

"What signifies it?" replied Mowbray. "Why, it signifies as much to a man of spirit, as having won a battle signifies to a general-no matter that he is beaten afterwards in his turn, he knows there is luck for him as well as others, and so he has spirit to try it again. Here is the young Earl of Ethrington will be amongst us in a day or two-they say he is up to every thing if I had but five hundred to begin with, I should be soon up to him."

Mr. Mowbray," said Meiklewham, "I am sorry for ye. I have been your house's man-of-business-I may say, in some measure, your house's servant-and now I am to see an end of it all, and just by the lad that I thought maist likely to set it up again better than ever; for, to do ye justice, you have aye had an ee to your ain interest, sae far as your lights gaed. It brings tears into my auld een.' "Never weep for the matter, Mick," answered Mowbray; some of it will stick, my old boy, in your pockets, if not in mine your service will not be altogether gratuitous, my old friend-the labourer is worthy of his hire."

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"Weel I wot is he," said the writer; "but double fees would hardly carry folk through some wark. But if ye will have siller, ye maun have siller-but, I warrant, it goes just where the rest gaed."

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No, by twenty devils!" exclaimed Mowbray, "to fail this time is impossible-Jack Wolverine was too strong for Ethrington at any thing he could name; and I can beat Wolverine from the Land's-End to Johnnie Groat's-but there must be something to go upon--the blunt must be had, Mick."

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Very likely-nae doubt that is always provided it can be had," answered the legal adviser.

"That's your business, my old cock," said Mowbray. "This youngster will be here perhaps to-morrow, with money in both pockets-he takes up his rents as he comes down, Mick-think of that, my old friend."

"Weel for them that have rents to take up," said Meiklewham; "ours are lying rather ower low to be lifted at present.--But are you sure this Earl is a man to mell with ?--are you sure ye can win of him, and that if you do, he can pay his losings, Mr. Mowbray? --because I have kend mony ane come for wool, and gang hame shorn; and though ye are a clever young gentleman, and I am bound to suppose ye ken as much about life as most folk, and all that; yet some gate or other ye have aye come off at the losing hand, as ye have ower much reason to ken this day-howbeit"

"O, the devil take your gossip, my dear Mick! If you can give no help, spare drowning me with your pother. Why, man, I was a fresh hand-had my apprentice-fees to pay-and these are no trifles, Mick.But what of that?--I am free of the company now, and can trade on my own bottom."

"Aweel, aweel, I wish it may be sae," said Meiklewham.

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"It will be so, and it shall be so, my trusty friend," replied Mowbray, cheerily, so you will but help me to the stock to trade with."

"The stock?-what d'ye ca' the stock? I ken nae stock that ye have left."

66 But you have plenty, my old boy-Come, sell out a few of your three per cents; I will pay differenceinterest-exchange every thing."

"Ay, ay-every thing or nacthing," answered Meiklewham; "but as you are sac very pressing, I hae been thinking-Whan is the siller wanted?"

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"I wish you had been dumb rather than that you had mentioned it now," said Mowbray, starting, as if stung by an adder-"What, Clara's pittance!-the trifle my aunt left her for her own fanciful expensesher own little private store, that she puts to so many good purposes-Poor Clara, that has so little-And why not rather your own, Master Meiklewham, who call yourself the friend and servant of our family?" "Ay, St. Ronan's," answered Meiklewham, "that is a' very true-but service is nae inheritance; and as for friendship, it begins at home, as wise folk have said lang before our time. And for that matter, I think they that are nearest sib should take maist risk. You are nearer and dearer to your sister, St. Ronan's, than you arc to poor Saunders Meiklewham, that hasna sae muckle gentle blood as would supper up a hungry flea."

"I will not do this," said St. Ronan's, walking up and down with much agitation; for, selfish as he was, he loved his sister, and loved her the more on account of those peculiarities which rendered his protection indispensable to her comfortable existence-"I will not," he said, "pillage her, come on't what will. I will rather go a volunteer to the continent, and die like a gentleman."

He continued to pace the room in a moody silence, which began to disturb his companion, who had not been hitherto accustomed to see his patron take matters so deeply. At length he made an attempt to attract the attention of the silent and sullen ponderer. 'Mr. Mowbray"-no answer-"I was saying, St. Ronan's"-still no reply. "I have been thinking about this matter-and"

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"And what, sir?" said St. Ronan's, stopping short, and speaking in a stern tone of voice.

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And, to speak truth, I see little feasibility in the matter ony way; for if ye had the siller in your pocket to-day, it would be a' in the Earl of Etherington's the morn.

"Pshaw! you are a fool," answered Mowbray. "That is not unlikely," said Meiklewham: "but so is Sir Bingo Binks, and yet he's had the better of you, St. Ronan's, this twa or three times."

"It is false! he has not," answered St. Ronan's fiercely.

"Weel I wot," resumed Meiklewham," he took you in about the saumon fish, and some other wager ye lost to him this very day.

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"I tell you once more, Meiklewham, you are a fool, and no more up to my trim than you are to the longi tude.-Bingo is got shy-I must give him a little line, that is all-then I shall strike him to purpose--I am as sure of him as I am of the other-I know the fly they will both rise to this cursed want of five hundred will do me out of ten thousand!"

"If you are so certain of being the bangster-so very certain, I mean, of sweeping stakes,-what harm will Miss Clara come to by your having the use of her siller? You can make it up to her for the risk ten times told."

And so I can, by Heaven!" said St. Ronan's. "Mick you are right, and I am a scrupulous, chickenhearted fool. Clara shall have a thousand for her poor five hundred-she shall, by And I will carry her to Edinburgh for a season, or perhaps to London, and we will have the best advice for her case, and the best company to divert her. And if they think her a little odd-why, d-me, I am her brother, and will bear her through it. Yes-yes-you're right; there can be no hurt in borrowing five hundred of her for a few days, when such profit may be made on't, both for her and me- Here, fill the glasses, my old boy, and drink success to it, for you are right."

"This instant-this day-to-morrow at farthest!" exclaimed the proposed borrower. "Wh-ew!" whistled the lawyer, with a long pro- "Here is success to it, with all my heart," answered longation of the note; the thing is impossible." Meiklewham, heartily glad to see his patron's san"If must be, Mick, for all that," answered Mr.guine temper arrive at this desirable conclusion, and Mowbray, who knew by experience that impossible, when uttered by his accommodating friend in this tone, meant only, when interpreted, extremely difficult, and very expensive.

"Then it must be by Miss Clara selling her stock, now that ye speak of stock," said Meiklewham; "I wonder ye didna think of this before."

yet willing to hedge in his own credit; “but it is you are right, and not me, for I advise nothing except on your assurances, that you can make your ain of this English earl, and of this Sir Bingo-and if you can but do that, I am sure it would be unwise and unkind in ony ane of your friends to stand in your light."

"True, Mick, true," answered Mowbray.-"And

yet dice and cards are but bones and pasteboard, and I blotted music, needle-work of various kinds, and the best horse ever started may slip a shoulder before many other little female tasks; all undertaken with he get to the winning-post-and so I wish Clara's zeal, and so far prosecuted with art and elegance, venture had not been in such a bottom.-But, hang but all flung aside before any one of them was comit, care killed a cat-I can hedge as well as any one, if pleted. the odds turn up against me-so let us have the cash, Clara herself sat upon a little low couch by the Mick." window, reading, or at least turning over the leaves "Aha! but there go two words to that bargain-of a book, in which she seemed to read. But instantly the stock stands in my name, and Tam Turnpenny starting up when she saw her brother, she ran tothe banker's, as trustees for Miss Clara-Now, get wards him with the most cordial cheerfulness. you her letter to us, desiring us to sell out and to pay you the proceeds, and Tam Turnpenny will let you have five hundred pounds instanter, on the faith of the transaction; for I fancy you would desire a' the stock to be sold out, and it will produce more than six hundred, or seven hundred pounds either-and I reckon you will be selling out the whole-it's needless making twa bites of a cherry."

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True," answered Mowbray; "since we must be rogues, or something like it, let us make it worth our while at least; so give me a form of the letter, and Clara shall copy it-that is, if she consents; for you know she can keep her own opinion as well as any other woman in the world."

"And that," said Meiklewham, "is as the wind will keep its way, preach to it as ye like. But if I might advise about Miss Clara-I wad say naething mair than that I was stressed for the penny money; for I mistake her muckle if she would like to see you ganging to pitch and toss wi' this lord and tither baronet for her aunt's three per cents-I ken she has some queer notions-she gives away the feck of the dividends on that very stock in downright charity." "And I am in hazard to rob the poor as well as my sister!" said Mowbray, filling once more his own glass and his friend's. Come, Mick, no skylightshere is Clara's health-she is an angel-and I am what I will not call myself, and suffer no other man to call me. But I shall win this time-I am sure I shall, since Clara's fortune depends upon it."

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Now, I think, on the other hand," said Meiklewham, "that if any thing should chance wrang, (and Heaven kens that the best-laid schemes will gang ajee,) it will be a great comfort to think that the ultimate losers will only be the poor folk, that have the parish between them and absolute starvation-if your sister spent her ain siller, it would be a very different

story.'

Hush, Mick-for God's sake, hush, mine honest friend," said Mowbray; "it is quite true; thou art a rare counsellor in time of need, and hast as happy a manner of reconciling a man's conscience with his necessities, as might set up a score of casuists; but beware, my most zealous counsellor and confessor, how you drive the nail too far-I promise you some of the chaffing you are at just now rather abates my pluck.-Well-give me your scroll-I will to Clara with it-though I would rather meet the best shot in Britain, with ten paces of green sod betwixt us." So saying, he left the apartment.

CHAPTER XI.

FRATERNAL LOVE.

Nearest of blood should still be next in love;
And when I see these happy children playing,
While William gathers flowers for Ellen's ringlets,
And Ellen dresses flies for William's angle,
I scarce can think, that in advancing life,
Coldness, unkindness, interest, or suspicion,
Will e'er divide that unity so sacred,
Which nature bound at birth.-Anonymous.

VHEN Mowbray had left his dangerous adviser, in er to steer the course which his agent had indicated, without offering to recommend it, he went to the little parlour which his sister was wont to term her own, and in which she spent great part of her time, It was fitted up with a sort of fanciful neatness; and in its perfect arrangement and good order, formed a strong contrast to the other apartments of the old and neglected mansion-house. A number of little articles lay on the work-table, indicating the elegant, and, at the same time, the unsettled turn of the inhabitant's mind. There were unfinished drawings,

"Welcome, welcome, my dear John; this is very kind of you to come to visit your recluse sister. I have been trying to nail my eyes and my understand ing to a stupid book here, because they say too much thought is not quite good for me. But, either the man's dulness, or my want of the power of attending, makes my eyes pass over the page, just as one seems to read in a dream, without being able to comprehend one word of the matter. You shall talk to me, and that will do better. What can I give you to show that you are welcome? I am afraid tea is all I have to offer, and that you set too little store by."

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"I shall be glad of a cup at present," said Mowbray, for I wish to speak with you."

"Then Jessy shall make it ready instantly," said Miss Mowbray, ringing, and giving orders to her waiting-maid-"but you must not be ungrateful, John, and plague me with any of the ceremonial for your fête-sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.' I will attend, and play my part as prettily as you can desire; but to think of it beforehand, would make both my head and my heart ache; and so I beg you will spare me on the subject."

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Why, you wild kitten," said Mowbray, "you turn every day more shy of human communication-we shall have you take the woods one day, and become as savage as the Princess Caraboo. But I will plague you about nothing if I can help it. If matters go not smooth on the great day, they must e'en blame the dull thick head that had no fair lady to help him in his need. But, Clara, I had something more material to say to you-something indeed of the last importance.'

What is it?" said Clara, in a tone of voice approaching to a scream-"In the name of God, what is it? You know not how you terrify me!"

"Nay you start at a shadow, Clara," answered her brother. "It is no such uncommon matter neithergood faith, it is the most common distress in the world, so far as I know the world-I am sorely pinched for money."

"Is that all?" replied Clara, in a tone which seemed to her brother as much to underrate the difficulty, when it was explained, as her fears had exaggerated it before she heard its nature.

"Is that all? Indeed it is all, and comprehends a great deal of vexation. I shall be hard run unless I can get a certain sum of money-and I must e'en ask you if you can help me?"

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Help you?" replied Clara; "Yes, with all my heart-but you know my purse is a light one-more than half of my last dividend is in it, however, and I am sure, John, I shall be happy if I can serve youespecially as that will at least show that your wants are but small ones.'

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Alas, Clara, if you would help me," said her brother, half repentant of his purpose, "you must draw the neck of the goose which lays the golden eggsyou must lend me the whole stock."

"And why not, John," said the simple-hearted girl, "if it will do you a kindness? Are you not my natural guardian? Are you not a kind one? And is not my little fortune entirely at your disposal? You will, I am sure, do all for the best."

"I fear I may not," said Mowbray, starting from her, and more distressed by her sudden and unsuspicious compliance, than he would have been by difficulties, or remonstrance. In the latter case, he would have stifled the pangs of conscience amid the manceuvres which he must have resorted to for obtaining her acquiescence; as matters stood, there was all the difference that there is between slaughtering a tame and unresisting animal, and pursuing wild game, until the animation of the sportsman's exer

tions overcomes the internai sense of his own cruelty. | yours in reserve, and I swear to you I will adopt it. The same idea occurred to Mowbray himself.

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By G-," he said, "this is like shooting the bird sitting. Clara," he added, "I fear this money will scarce be employed as you would wish." "Employ it as you yourself please, my dearest brother," she replied, "and I will believe it is all for the best."

The trifle which this letter of yours enables me to command, may have luck in it, and we must not throw up the cards while we have a chance of the game.-Were I to cut from this moment, these few hundreds would make us little better or little worse so you see we have two strings to our bow. Luck is sometimes that is true-but upon true principle, and playing on

against the square, I can manage the best of them,

or my name is not Mowbray. Adieu, my dearest Clara." So saying, he kissed her cheek with a more than usual degree of affection.

"Nay, I am doing for the best," he replied; "at least, I am doing what must be done, for I see no other way through it-so all you have to do is to copy this paper, and bid adieu to bank dividends-for a little while at least. I trust soon to double this little Ere he could raise himself from his stooping posmatter for you, if Fortune will but stand my friend." ture, she threw her arm kindly over his neck, and "Do not trust to Fortune, John," said Clara, smil said with a tone of the deepest interest, "My dearest ing, though with an expression of deep melancholy. brother, your slightest wish has been, and ever shall "Alas! she has never been a friend to our family-be, a law to me-Oh! if you would but grant me one not at least for many a day." request in return!"

"She favours the bold, say my old grammatical exercises," answered her brother; "and I must trust her, were she as changeable as a weathercock.-And yet if she should jilt me!-What will you do what will you say, Clara, if I am unable, contrary to my hope, trust, and expectation, to repay you this money within a short time?"

"Do?" replied Clara; 'I must do without it, you know; and for saying, I will not say a word." "True," replied Mowbray, "but your little expenses —your charities—your halt and blind-your round of paupers ?"

"Well, I can manage all that too. Look you here, John, how many half-worked trifles there are. The needle or the pencil is the resource of all distressed heroines, you know; and I promise you, though I have been a little idle and unsettled of late, yet, when I do set about it, no Emmeline or Ethelinde of them all ever sent such loads of trumpery to market as I shall, or made such wealth as I will do. I dare say Lady Penelope, and all the gentry at the Well, will purchase, and will raffle, and do all sort of things to encourage the pensive performer. I will send them such lots of landscapes, with sap-green trees, and mazareen-blue rivers, and portraits that will terrify the originals themselves and handkerchiefs and turbans, with needle-work scallopped exactly like the walks on the Belvidere-Why, I shall become a little fortune in the first season."

"No, Clara," said John, gravely, for a virtuous resolution had gained the upperhand in his bosom, while his sister ran on in this manner.-"We will do something better than all this. If this kind help of yours does not fetch me through, I am determined I will cut the whole concern. It is but standing a laugh or two, and hearing a gay fellow say, D-me, Jack, are you turned clodhopper at last ?—that is the worst. Dogs, horses, and all, shall go to the hammer; we will keep nothing but your pony, and I will trust to a pair of excellent legs. There is enough left of the old acres to keep us in the way you like best, and that I will learn to like. I will work in the garden, and work in the forest, mark my own trees, and cut them myself, keep my own accounts, and send Saunders Meiklewham to the devil."

"That last is the best resolution of all, John," said Clara; "and if such a day should come round, I should be the happiest of living creatures-I should not have a grief left in the world-if I had, you should never see or hear of it-it should lie here," she said, pressing her hand on her bosom, "buried as deep as a funereal urn in a cold sepulchre. Oh! could we not begin such a life to-morrow? If it is absolutely necessary, that this trifle of money should be got rid of first, throw it into the river, and think you have lost it amongst gamblers and horse-jockeys."

What is it, you silly girl?" said Mowbray, gently disengaging himself from her hold.-"What is it you can have to ask that needs such a solemn preface ?Remember, I hate prefaces; and when I happen to open a book, always skip them."

"Without preface, then, my dearest brother, will you, for my sake, avoid those quarrels in which the people yonder are eternally engaged? I never go down there but I hear of some new brawl; and I never lay my head down to sleep, but I dream that you are the victim of it. Even last night"

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Nay, Clara, if you begin to tell your dreams, we shall never have done. Sleeping, to be sure, is the most serious employment of your life-for as to eating, you hardly match a sparrow; but I entreat you to sleep without dreaming, or to keep your visions to yourself.-Why do you keep such fast hold of me ?-What on earth can you be afraid of?-Surely you do not think the blockhead Binks, or any other of the good folks below yonder, dared to turn on me? Egad, I wish they would pluck up a little mettle, that I might have an excuse for drilling them. Gad, I would soon teach them to follow at heel."

"No, John," replied his sister; "it is not of such men as these that I have any fear-and yet, cowards are sometimes driven to desperation, and become more dangerous than better men-but it is not such as these that I fear. But there are men in the world whose qualities are beyond their seeming-whose spirit and courage lie hidden, like metals in the mine, under an unmarked or a plain exterior.-You may meet with such-you are rash and headlong, and apt to exercise your wit without always weighing consequences, and thus"

On my word, Clara," answered Mowbray, "you are in a most sermonizing humour this morning! the parson himself could not have been more logical or profound. You have only to divide your discourse into heads, and garnish it with conclusions for use, and conclusions for doctrine, and it might be preached before a whole presbytery, with every chance of instruction and edification. But I am a man of the world, my little Clara; and though I wish to go in death's way as little as possible, I must not fear the raw-head and bloody-bones neither.-And who the devil is to put the question to me?—I must know that, Clara, for you have some especial person in your eye when you bid me take care of quarrelling."

Clara could not become paler than was her usual complexion; but her voice faltered as she eagerly assured her brother, that she had no particular person in her thoughts.

"Clara," said her brother, do you remember, when there was a report of a bogle in the upper orchard, when we were both children?-Do you remember how you were perpetually telling me to take care of Clara's eyes, which she fondly fixed on her brother's the bogle, and keep away from its haunts?-And do face, glowed through the tears which her enthusiasm you remember my going on purpose to detect the called into them, while she thus addressed him. Mow-bogle, finding the cow-boy, with a shirt about him, bray, on his part, kept his looks fixed on the ground, with a flush on his check, that expressed at once false pride and real shame.

At length he looked up:-"My dear girl," he said, "how foolishly you talk, and how foolishly I, that have twenty things to do, stand here listening to you! All will go smooth on my plan-if it should not, we have

busied in pulling pears, and treating him to a handsome drubbing?-I am the same Jack Mowbray still, as ready to face danger, and unmask imposition; and your fears, Clara, will only make me watch more closely, till I find out the real object of them. If you warn ine of quarrelling with some one, it must be be⚫ Bogle-in English, Goblin.

ST. RONAN'S WELL.

cause you know some one who is not unlikely to quarrel with me. You are a flighty and fanciful girl, but you have sense enough not to trouble either yourself or me on a point of honour, save when there is some good reason for it."

Clara once more protested, and it was with the deepest anxiety to be believed, that what she had said arose only out of the general consequences which she apprehended from the line of conduct her brother had adopted, and which, in her apprehension, was so likely to engage him in the broils that divided the good company at the Spring. Mowbray listened to her explanation with an air of doubt, or rather incredulity, sipped a cup of tea which had for some time been placed before him, and at length replied, "Well, Clara, whether I am right or wrong in my guess, it would be cruel to torment you any more, remembering what you have just done for me. But do justice to your brother, and believe, that when you have any thing to ask of him, an explicit declaration of your wishes will answer your purpose much better than any ingenious oblique attempts to influence me. Give up all thoughts of such, my dear Clara-you are but a poor mancuvrer, but were you the very Machiavel of your sex, you should not turn the flank of John Mowbray."

He left the room as he spoke, and did not return, though his sister twice called upon him. It is true that she uttered the word brother so faintly, that perhaps the sound did not reach his ears.-"He is gone," she said, "and I have had no power to speak out! I am like the wretched creatures, who, it is said, lie under a potent charm, that prevents them alike from shedding tears and from confessing their crimesYes, there is a spell on this unhappy heart, and either that must be dissolved, or this must break."

A slight note I have about me, for the delivery of which you must excuse me. It is an office which friendship calls upon me to do, and no way offensive to you, as I desire nothing but right on both sides.-King and no King.

THE intelligent reader may recollect, that Tyrrel departed from the Fox Hotel on terms not altogether so friendly towards the company as those under which he entered it. Indeed, it occurred to him, that he might probably have heard something farther on the subject, though, amidst matters of deeper and more anxious consideration, the idea only passed hastily through his mind; and two days having gone over without any message from Sir Bingo Binks, the whole affair glided entirely out of his memory.

The truth was, that although never old woman took more trouble to collect and blow up with her bellows the embers of her decayed fire, than Captain MacTurk kindly underwent for the purpose of puffing into a flame the dying sparkles of the Baronet's courage; yet two days were spent in fruitless conferences before he could attain the desired point. He found Sir Bingo on these different occasions in all sorts of different moods of mind, and disposed to view the thing in all shades of light, except what the Captain thought was the true one.-He was in a drunken humour-in a sullen humour-in a thoughtless and vilipending humour-in every humour but a fighting one. And when Captain MacTurk talked of the reputation of the company at the Well, Sir Bingo pretended to take offence, said the company might go to the devil, and hinted that he "did them sufficient honour by gracing them with his countenance, but did not mean to constitute them any judges of his affairs. The fellow was a raff, and he would have nothing to do with him."

parations for his solemn festival on the following
Thursday had so much occupied him, that he had not
lately appeared at the Well.

In the mean while the gallant Captain seemed to experience as much distress of mind, as if some stain had lain on his own most unblemished of reputations. He went up and down upon the points of his toes, rising up on his instep with a jerk which at once expressed vexation and defiance-He carried his nose turned up in the air, like that of a pig when he snuff's the approaching storm-He spoke in monosyllables when he spoke at all; and-what perhaps illustrated in the strongest manner the depth of his feelings-he refused, in face of the whole company, to pledge Sir Bingo in a glass of the Baronet's peculiar cogniac. At length, the whole Well was alarmed by the report brought by a smart outrider, that the young Earl of Etherington, reported to be rising on the horizon of fashion as a star of the first magnitude, intended to pass an hour, or a day, or a week, as it might happen, (for his lordship could not be supposed to know his own mind,) at St. Ronan's Well.

This suddenly put all in motion. Almanacks were opened to ascertain his lordship's age, inquiries were made concerning the extent of his fortune, his habits were quoted, his tastes were guessed at; and all that the ingenuity of the Managing Committee could devise was resorted to, in order to recommend their Spa to this favourite of fortune. An express was despatched to Shaws-Castle with the agreeable intelligence, which fired the train of hope that led to Mowbray's appropriation of his sister's capital. He did not, however, think proper to obey the summons to the Spring; for, not being aware in what light the Earl might regard the worthies there assembled, he did not desire to be found by his lordship in any strict connexion with them.

Sir Bingo Binks was in a different situation. The bravery with which he had endured the censure of the place began to give way, when he considered that a person of such distinction as that which public opinion attached to Lord Etherington, should find him bodily indeed at St. Ronan's, but, so far as society was concerned, on the road towards the ancient city of Coventry; and his banishment thither, incurred by that most unpardonable offence in modern morality, a solecism in the code of honour. Though sluggish and inert when called to action, the Baronet was by no means an absolute coward; or, if so, he was of that class which fights when reduced to extremity. He manfully sent for Captain MacTurk, who waited upon him with a grave solemnity of aspect, which instantly was exchanged for a radiant joy, when Sir Bingo, in a few words, empowered him to carry a message to that d-d strolling artist, by whom he had been insulted three days since.

"By Cot," said the Captain, "my exceedingly goot and excellent friend, and I am happy to do such a favour for you! And it's well you have thought of it yourself; because, if it had not been for some of our very goot and excellent friends, that would be putting their spoon into other folk's dish, I should have been asking you a civil question myself, how you came to dine with us, with all that mud and mire which Mr. Tyrrel's grasp has left upon the collar of your coatyou understand me.-But it is much better as it is, and I will go to the man with all the speed of light; and though, to be sure, it should have been sooner thought of, yet let me alone to make an excuse for that, just in my own civil way-better late thrive than never do well, you know, Sir Bingo; and if you have made him wait a little while for his morning, you must give him the better measure, my darling."

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So saying, he awaited no reply, lest peradventure the commission with which he was so hastily and Captain MacTurk would willingly have taken unexpectedly charged, should have been clogged with measures against the Baronet himself, as in a state of some condition of compromise. No such proposal, contumacy, but was opposed by Winterblossom and however, was made on the part of the doughty Sir other members of the committee, who considered Sir Bingo, who eyed his friend as he hastily snatched up Bingo as too important and illustrious a member of his rattan to depart, with a dogged look of obstinacy, their society to be rashly expelled from a place not expressive, to use his own phrase, of a determined honoured by the residence of many persons of rank; resolution to come up to the scratch; and when he and finally insisted that nothing should be done in the heard the Captain's parting footsteps, and saw the matter without the advice of Mowbray, whose pre-door shut behind him, he valiantly whistled a few

bars of Jenny Sutton, in token he cared not a farthing | terity in single-stick. The people began to gather; how the matter was to end.

With a swifter pace than his half-pay leisure usually encouraged, or than his habitual dignity, permitted, Captain MacTurk cleared the ground betwixt the Spring and its gay vicinity, and the ruins of the Aultoun, where reigned our friend Meg Dods, the sole asserter of its ancient dignities. To the door of the Cleikum Inn the Captain addressed himself, as one too much accustomed to war to fear a rough reception; although at the very first aspect of Meg, who presented her person at the half opened door, his military experience taught him that his entrance into the place would, in all probability, be disputed.

"Is Mr. Tyrrel at home?" was the question; and the answer was conveyed, by the counter-interrogation. "Wha may ye be that speers?"

As the most polite reply to this question, and an indulgence, at the same time, of his own taciturn disposition, the Captain presented to Luckie Dods the fifth part of an ordinary playing card, much grimed with snuff, which bore on its blank side his name and quality. But Luckie Dods rejected the information thus tendered, with contemptuous scorn.

"Nane of your deil's play-books for me," said she; "it's an ill world since sic prick-my-dainty doings came in fashion-It's a poor tongue that canna tell its ain name, and I'll hae nane of your scarts upon pasteboard."

"I am Captain MacTurk, of the regiment," said the Captain, disdaining further answer. "MacTurk?" repeated Mag, with an emphasis, which induced the owner of the name to reply, "Yes, honest woman-MacTurk-Hector MacTurk-have you any objections to my name, good wife?"

"Nae objections have I," answered Meg; "it's e'en an excellent name for a heathen.-But, Captain MacTurk, since sae it be that ve are a captain, ye may e'en face about and march your ways hame again, to the tune of Dumbarton drums; for ye are ganging to have nae speech of Maister Tirl, or ony Todger of mine."

"And wherefore not?" demanded the veteran; "and is this of your own foolish head, honest woman, or has your lodger left such orders?"

"Maybe he has and maybe no," answered Meg, sturdily; "and I ken nae mair right that ye suld ca' me honest woman, than I have to ca' you honest man, whilk is as far frae my thoughts as it wad be from heaven's truth."

"The woman is deleerit!" said Captain MacTurk; "but coom, coom-a gentleman is not to be misused in this way when he comes on a gentleman's business; so make you a bit room on the door-stane, that I may pass by you, or I will make room for myself, by Cot! to your small pleasure."

And so saying he assumed the air of a man who was about to make good his passage. But Meg, without deigning farther reply, flourished around her head the hearth-broom, which she had been employing to its more legitimate purpose, when disturbed in her housewifery by Captain MacTurk.

"I ken your errand weel eneugh, Captain-and I ken yoursell. Ye are ane of the folk that gang about yonder setting folk by the lugs, as callants set their collies to fight. But ve shall come to nae lodger o' mine, let a-be Maister Tirl, wi' ony sic ungodly errand; for I am ane that will keep God's peace and the King's within my dwelling."

So saying, and in explicit token of her peaceable intentions, she again flourished her broom.

and how long his gallantry might have maintained itself against the spirit of self-defence and revenge, must be left uncertain, for the arrival of Tyrrel, returned from a short walk, put a period to the contest. Meg, who had a great respect for her guest, began to feel ashamed of her own violence, and slunk into the house; observing, however, that she trewed she had made her hearth-broom and the auld heathen's pow right weel acquainted. The tranquillity which ensued upon her departure, gave Tyrrel an opportunity to ask the Captain, whom he at length recognised, the meaning of this singular affray, and whether the visit was intended for him; to which the veteran replied very discomposedly, that "he should have known that long enough ago, if he had had decent people to open his door, and answer a civil question, instead of a flyting madwoman, who was worse than an eagle," he said, "or a mastiff-bitch, or a she-bear, or any other female beast in the creation.'

Half suspecting his errand, and desirous to avoid unnecessary notoriety, Tyrrel, as he showed the Captain to the parlour, which he called his own, entreated him to excuse the rudeness of his landlady, and to pass from the topic to that which had procured him the honour of this visit.

"And you are right, my good Master Tyrrel," said the Captain, pulling down the sleeves of his coat, adjusting his handkerchief and breast-ruffle, and endeavouring to recover the composure of manner be coming his mission, but still adverting indignantly to the usage he had received-"By Cot! if she had but been a man, if it were the King himself-However, Mr. Tyrrel, I am come on a civil errand-and very civilly I have been treated-the auld bitch should be set in the stocks, and be tamned!-My friend, Sir Bingo-By Cot! I shall never forget that woman's insolence-if there be a constable or a cat-o'-nine-tails within ten miles"

"I perceive, Captain," said Tyrrel, "that you are too much disturbed at this moment to enter upon the business which has brought you here-if you will step into my bedroom, and make use of some cold water and a towel, it will give you the time to compose yourself a little."

"I shall do no such thing, Mr. Tyrrel," answered the Captain, snappishly; "I do not want to be composed at all, and I do not want to stay in this house a minute longer than to do my errand to you on my friend's behalf--And as for this tamned woman Dods"

You will in that case forgive my interrupting you Captain MacTurk, as I presume your errand to me can have no reference to this strange quarrel with my landlady, with which I have nothing to"

"And if I thought that it had, sir," said the Captain, interrupting Tyrrel in his turn, "you should have given me satisfaction before you was a quarter of a hour older-Oh, I would give five pounds to the pretty fellow that would say, Captain MacTurk, the woman did right!"

"I certainly will not be that person you wish for, Captain," replied Tyrrel, "because I really do not know who was in the right or wrong; but I am certainly sorry that you should have met with ill usage, when your purpose was to visit me."

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"Well, sir, if you are concerned," said the man of peace, snappishly, "so am I, and there is an end of it. -And touching my errand to you-you cannot have forgotten that you treated my friend, Sir Bingo Binks, with singular incivility?"

The veteran instinctively threw himself under Saint "I recollect nothing of the kind, Captain,” replied George's guard, and drew two paces back, exclaim- Tyrrel. "I remember that the gentleman, so called, ing, "That the woman was either mad, or as drunk as took some uncivil liberties in laying foolish bets conwhisky could make her;" an alternative which afford-cerning me, and that I treated him, from respect to ed Meg so little satisfaction, that she fairly rushed on her retiring adversary, and began to use her weapon to fell purpose.

"Me drunk, ye scandalous blackguard!" (a blow with the broom interposed as parenthesis,) "me, that am fasting from all but sin and bohea!" (another whack.)

the rest of the company, and the ladies in particular, with a great degree of moderation and forbearance."

"And you must have very fine ideas of forbearance," replied the Captain, "when you took my good friend by the collar of the coat, and lifted him out of your way as if he had been a puppy dog! My good Mr. Tyrrel, I can assure you he does not think that The Captain, swearing, exclaiming, and parrying, you have forborne him at all, and he has no purpose caught the blows as they fell, showing much dexto forbear you; and I must either carry back a suffi

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