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like a drap o' raw whisky for a heartless man," quoth the trusty sergeant.
My dear fellow, keep up Colin, we are not half a mile from the manse. Run, Macbean, and announce our arrival.”
Hey-day, see! see! the chield's nae dead yet,” exclaimed Macbean; “ look, sirs, look ! Maister Villejuive, is na' that the daft callan? Deil the like o' him e'er I ken’d; an' how muckle, an'crouse like, and cadgie he's grown.”
“ What, is it Glass, Sergeant? Is it Glass, Louis ?”
“It is, Colin ; he's going to the manse.'
«Holloo! holloo !” cried the sergeant. “ Sauney! Sauney! Sauney Glass, come here, ye lang-legged, battie-bummel; come here, and see your auld friends."
“ He'll be here in an instant, Colin; he hears the sergeant."
“ Deil the like oʻthat e'er I seed; VOL. III.
the lang legs o' the chield hardly touch the ground," came from the lips of Macbean, as he stretched out his neck and gazed at Glass running towards them.
“You feel better, Colin;" said Louis. “I do, I do,—but you have not said what Norah died of. Tell me, tell me, when did she die ?"_" An hour before your mother.”—“And what was the matter with her, did she die through grief?
« Ohon! I'm a peur man; this is. ware then the worst battle we e'er fought; dinna, dinna, dinna baith make yoursells like weans; ye’re baith begruttin eneugh already,” said the sergeant.
“ And Norah's dead! and she died of grief! O, cruel fates ! O God! why am I alive till this hour!” uttered Colin in the most bitter anguish.
“Aha! Sauney, my man,” said Mac
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bean,“ an’ it's you, anʼye're aye living, an' up with lavrock; ye've risen this morning to put your foot on the worm.”
“The laird ! the laird !” cried Glass, as he advanced bowing, laird living and greeting ! What ails ye, Colin dear? Jesu drive his grief awa; he's dead, an' she's dead, an' Norah's dead; an' we thought ye ware first dead ; they a' teld me ye were hagget in collops by naked savages; an’ Jesu! Jesu! Jesu! be thanket ye're here
O! how blithe will Ellen be!
And Glass kept close to St. Clyde, till they got to the manse, when he ran forward to the door, and knocked very hard ; then, running round the gable of the house, he beat with the knuckles of his hands on a pane of the window, rhyming,
Bessie, Bessie, rise, lassie ;
The morning is blither than moon-day;
He's wat an' he's cauld, he's begruttin an'a'.
And Glass versified with so much precipitation, that St. Clyde and Louis eould scarcely make sense of his words; but Bess arose, and came to the windows, holding up her short petticoat by the waist-band with one hand, whilst she hid, with the other, her plump snowy breasts.
Her presence seemed indeed to have captivated Glass's muse, for he pursued the impulse of the flame, and was distinetly heard on the other side of the house, versifying:
What wad ye spier ?
Gae up the stair,
Come, rise up, Bess,
Ye thoughtless lass,
Bess, running to the front door, withdrew the bolts, and ran up stairs, and was distinctly heard hollowing out at Ellen's door, “Rise, Miss Ellen! rise ! he's come, Colin's come, and auld Macbean !"
Mrs. Thornhill had heard Bran barking, Glass knocking at the door (for it was Sandy's usual hour), and she awoke the minister, who had just time to get his small.clothes, and slippers, and night-gown on, when he sallied out of his chamber; it was just as El. len sprung from her bed, and flew into her morning dress; and by this time Colin and Louis had got into the parlour, opened the windows, and Macbean was untying a knapsack he car