vernment, is brought to trial, and condemnation; but though mercy, the brightest jewel that can adorn the royal brow, was extended, this notable captain fell a sacrifice to the wrath of an infuriated mob, of whom some went to Holland and America, and some to London; but the government of those days would not look after them.

Ellen remained in her native isle, on the bounty of a family whose generous friendship marked the goodness of their hearts. Indeed this young lady was looked upon both by Mr. and Mrs. Thornhill as their own child; and her amiable and grateful heart left no room in the bosoms of her good host and hostess, to wish "she never had entered their door." Heaven even blessed the good man in his outgoings and in his incomings, in his uprisings and downlyings; for the presents of all things in their seasons which came to

his house, proved there were friends to

Ellen all around.

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When of the neighbours killed a sheep or a heifer, that part which they knew the minister liked, was sure to be sent by a fine little white-headed boy, with his mither's respects to Mrs. Thornhill. And another would come saying,

My mither has been making butter or cheese, and she sent me oure with this, and to speir how Miss Ellen is." And a young lad had just taken his gun in his hand, and "he hoped," as he came into the manse, "there had nae body been before him that morning with a hare; the ducks were not sae guid as the muir fowl, but Duncan Munn killed all the grous." And "another had a leisure hour, and just took his wand in his hand, and gaed up the glen a wee bittie, and forgathered wi' some fish i' the burn, and the trouts were a' twal inches long."

"The lads from the shore sent me up," said Sandy Mactaggart, "wi' their best respects to the minister's lady, and wad she accept o' a string o' whitings and twa three labsters."

And again, "They are the first herrings my father tuke the year, and he hopes Mrs. Thornhill wad find them unco nice."

So also," The bees had nae done sae well the year as the last, and my mither was frichtet the honey wad na be sa guid as what Mrs. Thornhill gat i' her ain sceips; but she wad be kind eneugh to oblige my mither by accepting the twa pots."

And in hay-time, "Mr. Thornhill, I'll send oure my sons the morn, and they will cut your field in a day; they are four stout lads, and they winna work less for you than for me."

Another, "The minister's crop is ripe, lads; go oure, James, and ask him if

he'll let us cut it down and put it in, and syne thresh it this year."

Still it ceased not." Our carts are going to the town the morn; gang oure, Sandy, and speir gif Mr. Thornhill has ony thing coming frae the town."

And before the winter set in: "Mr. Thornhill, it is nae Sunday's talk, but ye'll excuse me speiring gif my sons are to have the pleasure of carting hame your coals this year."

And this being overheard, another is emboldened to beg, "The minister might oblige him as weel as ithers, and send oure his corn to the mill afore the frost set in, and there be nae water."

Who told these simple peasants that this was politeness? It was not from studying the Belles Lettres they had learned it. If they took off their hats and bowed to his lordship when he visited their humble dwellings, it was not because they had paid five guineas to learn

address, nor had seen their sons and daughters at cotillions, chantreuse, minuet, allemand, minuet de la cour and gavot! No, it was because Mr. Thornhill was a man," to all the country dear;" and, to serve the pious man,

“With ready zeal each honest rustic ran.”

The dominie at this time made the following observations to Mr. Thornhill: "Do you not think, sir, there was a great deal of inconsistency in the late Laird St. Clyde first objecting to the marriage of Louis Villejuive and the lamented Miss Norah; and when I convinced Mon. Villejuive and the laird it was wrong, for the laird in the second place to pretend he was offended because the proposal was made only nine months after Colin's death was known?" And the minister agreed with Mr. Maclean. The dominie forgot that himself also made this, in the end, the chief cause of offence.