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prayed all maledictions on the men who could attempt the life of St. Clyde and Serjeant Macbean, and the story lost nothing by travelling. The man, on the other side of the channel, detailed the fight in all the terrors and wonders of battle.
The sergeant said little about it, but only lamented he had not had his claymore, or his dirk, as the fellows would have felt the keenness of hard steel ; and acknowledged that Macbean's heart, and the strength of his arm in battle, were not yet diminished.
It was not many days after the arrival of St. Clyde, when Levingstone, who had now returned from London, came to Bute, to welcome home his old acquaintance and friend; and their meeting was that of those who had in early life participated in virtuous pleasures and useful acquisitions; for Levingstone, ever and anon haunted by before your
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
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
“ the young
bean, “an' it's you, an' ye’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,
these lines of Petrarch, applied them to Ellen:
“ Che perchè
" Whate'er the scene where'er I fix my eye,
One maid alone and her sweet face I spy.",
" Fear not--nay, that I need not say~
ST. CLYDE set off in a short time for Mull, leaving to cheer the spirits of Ellen his much-respected friends, the minister and Mr. Levingstone. But the separation to all parties was not very trying, as it was to be short; and as 'Levingstone was now one to whom Ellen could unbosom ber griefs, the chasm occasioned by Colin's departure was in some degree filled up.
When St. Clyde got to Ettrick Bay, there was no boat going up Loch Fyne, and a lugger, that lay on her cable a good way at sea,' was an un.