A NOVEL. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, "This is my own, my native land!" From wandering on a foreign strand? SCOTT. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. II. LONDON: PRINTED FOR GALE AND FENNER, PATERNOSTER-ROW, By S. Hamilton, Weybridge, Surrey. 1816. 240 ST. CLYDE. CHAPTER I. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. WHEN matters had proceeded pretty well with Louis and Norah, Mon. Villejuive hinted to the Laird St. Clyde, that a match between them would not only be desirable to himself, but to his son particularly, and he believed to the family and friends of St. Clyde. The laird at once made the most violent objections to the very insinuation; and roundly told Mon. Villejuive, that so |