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ried, in order to get a change of linen to his captain, when Ellen, having flown down stairs, exclaimed,
“ O, my love! is it you? Colin alive? my brother, my brother, my all, my friend, my treasure !"
My sweet Ellen, my dear sister, and do I clasp you in my arms ? Pray moderate your joy, and let me
“ Ah! Colin, and do I once more hold you in my arms, my friend and protector, my Colin! O! my brother!"
Pray, Louis, call Mrs. Thornhill, poor Ellen's gone off in an hysteric
“My child, my son; Heaven be praised, Heaven be praised, ye are safe, and with me once more;- ah! what's this? Ellen's fainted! Mrs. Thornhill! good wife ! come, my dear; haste ye, Ellen's fainted."
". My pretty, O my little Ellen! Bess, bring some hartshorn ; fetch the bottle and some water, run, lassie, run.”
“God bless ye, Colin; and I shake your hand again, and I embrace you as my own son!”
“ O, Mr. Thornhill, what have I heard ?”
“ Ab! a-a-it's an-an awful picture ye've come to look at, my restored
“ Gif the deil had got his will, yestreen we'd ne'er been here this morning. Lady Ellen's coming; have ye nae whisky i' the house. Many's the time and oft I seed it do gude; a drap o'it wad do her, dear, mair gude than that smelling bottle," said Macbean, though nobody paid any attention to the first or the last part of his discourse.
But they soon got Ellen brought herself again, and she flew a second time into Colin's arms; and the minister now, for the first time, found out the condition that Colin was in, and insisted on his retiring and undressing immediately; and Mrs. Thornhill and the servant-girl got Ellen to her chamber, and the young lady wet her pillow out of gladness and joy; and Louis and Mr. Thornhill got Colin put to rights, whilst Sandy Glass acted as valet to the honest fellow Macbean, first bringing him a large pail-full of water for his feet, then running to the minister:
$ Ho! sir, I winna ye gi’ Maister Macbean a pair of stockings, and your auld breeks, an' the waistcoat ye had on when he skelpit down on his bair knees for a blessing, when the braw lads a' gaed away, an' an auld coat. I ken ye've ane ;. Mr. Macbean dis na hae a red coat now; na, na, he's nae the sider roi; an he'll, nae doubt,
be glad to put on a coat o' the holy claith."
“ Yes, yes, Sandy; take my excuse to the sergeant for not welcoming him, and go an' take them to him.”
“ Here, Mr. Macbean, here's clais for ye; a pair o'gude stockings specket a' owr like a paitrycke's egg'; an' a breeks, the vera ains the minister had on when ye gat his blessing; aye! and: here's a waistcoat, and here's a coat; an' ye can say, ye were ainse drest in holy clais.”
The scene this morning, at the humble manse, was truly pathetic ; but by nine o'clock breakfast was got 'ready, and the sergeant and Glass were the only persons that knew what an appetite was.
On the second day after Colin arrived, he wrote to Edinburgh, and addressed his letter to Mr. Stuart; and, in ten days more, Monsieur Villejuive
returned from his tour, and came directly to the manse, to see Colin, and congratulate Ellen on the safe arrival of her brother,
The fiscal, baillie Ilan Dou, and the minister, with Colin, had held several consultations about redeeming the mortgage which Mon, Villejuive now held; but as St. Clyde could raise only a moiety of the sum, Mon. Villejuive very politely offered to remain as he was till the rent should accumulate, to enable the heir to disburse the claim his uncle had on it. St. Clyde, who was under a very solemn engagement to visit the father of his late friend, Colonel Dunmorven, who had fallen by his side, prepared to fulfil, in a few, weeks, this last sad duty.
The account now current of the attack on St, Clyde and the sergeant, caused a very considerable sensation to be excited among the people, who