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as many of the poor fellows as were with us when we fought, will be happy to see you."
“ Now we must part. The widow will find this when she opens her Bible to put her spectacles on ; two or three guineas have been given away to less profit,” said Whiggans, as he closed the book.
St. Clyde went directly to the manse, and told his sister he could not go to Edinburgh, as it was necessary for bim to go to the north of Scotland first.
She was surprised at this piece of news, as Augustus was his particular friend; and Mr. Thornhill jocularly hoped Mr. St. Clyde would bethink himself of the loss he night sustain in not being " the best man at the wedding."
Colin then disclosed the object of his going north, and Mr. Thorphill heard of his journey with a good deal
of concern, as every thing that related to the fate of the laird made the deepest impression on his heart.
It was not that this good man did not wish Lerwick taken; no, but he did not like the idea of Colin's personally engaging in it. Colin, however, was not to be overcome; and, calling his servant, he ordered him to prepare for travelling; and to the serjeant he said, “Look to it that my two brace of pistols and
dirk are in good order: and, Mr. Thornhill, as I've not time on my hands, have the goodness to write my friends in Edinburgh, and say that my duty calls me to Aberdeen, but do not mention what that duty is; and I suppose, as Ellen will not go without me, you must beg her also to be excused, on the ground of sudden departure.”
The intimation of fire and side-arms created terrors in the mind of the mic
nister, and Ellen trembled through fear at the idea of travelling armed. But Macbean knew his duty, and took care to have the pistols charged, and a sufficient quantity of powder and ball packed up
“ But you do not go off to-night?” said the minister.
“ To-night, this very night, I go off."
“ But, by what boat will ye cross the ferry; or do ye go to Rothsay ?”
« There is a boat to be ready for me a mile south of Mount Stuart.” And though the minister had strong suspicions, that some smuggler was the master of this boat, the good man made no further enquiry.
Accordingly, taking leave of his friends, and employing none but his servant and Glass, who took each a portmanteau, St. Clyde (about halfpast eight) started for the place of ren
dezvous, and arrived just in time to witness the first signal of Whiggans. In about a minute it was answered by another a great way at sea, the second was answered by the second at sea, but visibly nearer land; the third of Whiggans was answered at such a distance as to make to be heard the monotonous and numbered chant of a Gaelic song, sung in a kind of a low recitative by the steersman. The dash of the oars, as they dipped in the slightly-ruffled deep, could be distinctly heard to be regulated by the notes
of the song.
The words of the song Colin amused himself in translating. Turn, warrior ; in the western sky,
Is yon the moon o'er Iona's isle ; Gleaming in the wave, and flick'ring high
O'er the mouldering towers of the hoary pile ? | No! round as Fingal's silver shield,
She sinks on Morven's gloorny hill;
Is the holy saint of I-colin-kill.
' 'In yonder isle, in steel-mail shroud,
A thousand warrior chieftains lie;
Sleep to the dirge of the sea-wave high!
Does the sun rise red on Carrick strand ?
What flame streams wide and far? "Tis the beacon led the Bruce's band,
O'er the midnight waves to war!
Still as death, save the rippling tide,
And the plash of the long-strained oar, That desperate band to Albyn hied, .
To win or to die on her shore.
And did they win?-Let Albyn light
Her patriot fame to the wave ! They're gone. But Iona still is bright
With glory on the hero's grave.
St. Clyde recollected the tradition, that on a certain night each year, St. Columba is seen on the ruins of Iona or I-colm-kill, counting the Hebridean islands; that in the monastery on this island the great lords of the isles, and the kings of Scotland, Ireland, and Norway, were buried: also the tradition, that when Robert Bruce, King