interested in this old man's lay; which he perfectly understood, and bore witness to its genuine and natural strength by his participation in the common feelings of the audience, who regularly accompanied the old bairdh's song and gesticulation with groans and tears, and with sudden and simul taneous expressions of ardour; and old Dunmoryen himself clenched his teeth and grasped his sword, when he heard of his son's pomting the way to victory." And welcome," said the bairdh, "welcome to the halls of Dunmorven, the youth whom the warrior loved, whose young sword learned to smite by his side; O welcome! who bringeth home the golden-shelled sword of Clancola, that shone in the shock of the mighty. Dunmorven shall sleep in peace; the sword of his fathers is hung in his halls, and bards. shall behold it with joy. Dear as the

memory of the brave; bright as the fame of his days. Thy love shall kiss thy shining steel, and clasp thee to the bosom of her grief. The valiant shall look on thee with pride, and remember the fame thou hast won. ""

The bagpipers of Dunmorven and Mactorloisk, during dinner, played appropriate tunes, which made the castle echo again. One tune-" The tears of Scotland," the words of the song,

"Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn,
Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn!
Thy sons for valour long renowned,

Lie slaughtered on their native ground!"

was soon dismissed; and the burden of the pirroach was, "Tranent Muir"the song being

"The chevalier, being void of fear,

Did march up Brisli brae, man;
And through Tranent e'er he did stent,
As fast as he could gae, man.

While Gen'ral Cope did tant and mock,
Wi' many a loud huzza, man;
But ere next morn proclaimed the cock,
We heard another craw, man.”

But the tune "O'er the water to Charlie," was too much for the unextinguished principles of the vassals on the lawn; and they burst out in one tremendous voice,

"Come boat me o'er,

Come row me o'er,

Come boat me o'er to Charlie!

I'll gi' John Ross
Another bawbee,

To boat me o'er to Charlie!"

And "The bonny lad with the white cockade" had almost raised, in the hall and on the lawn, an universal cry of "God save Prince Charles!" but the chief called for the "Birks of Abergeldie;" and St. Clyde being requested to bid the piper play next, "Auld Rob-Morris that wons in yon glen," the too easily insubordinate minds of the vassals were turned from their PRINCE to the festivities of Dunmoryen castle.

It was a high day at the castle, and

the pipers were gentlemen; but the solace and phrensy which the bagpipe had hitherto given the chief, the ladies, Thegn Mactorloisk, and the captain, the vassals and the bard, was now to cease; for the magistri artium of Sky college, had long enough, with upright attitude and majestic stride, paced the hall and the lawn, and both the pipers threw down upon the ground their bag-pipes, as being only the passive means of conveying their skill to the ears of the chief and his lady, and St. Clyde; but the gillies snatched up the instruments, that they might not suffer indignity from the neglect of men who did not think them a proper weight to be carried, except when their hereditary office demanded their exhilarating powers.

It was at a late hour that Mactorloisk left Dunmorven castle; and when he departed, the ceremonies were nei

ther fewer nor less antiquated than when he came; and though Mactorloisk could but ill afford to stand the expense of a feast that might vie with his chief's; Dunmorven, his lady, and daughters, and Captain St. Clyde were invited to the caim of Torloisk, to dine with its owner.

As they passed through the vestibule, every man girded on his claymore, and his dirk had remained long enough in the ground, in token of friendship: they met like brothers, and they parted in peace and harmony.