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, "the young 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 now O! how blithe will Ellen be! Thou'll mak her glad in heart an' ee." 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 Mille cose riguardi intento e fiso, Solo una donna veggio, e'l suo bel viso:" "Whate'er the scene where'er I fix my eye, One maid alone and her sweet face I spy.", T CHAPTER III. Fear not-nay, that I need not say— SCOTT. 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 her 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 known vessel; at least, some of the people at the bay pretended to think so. However, four men offered to take St. Clyde out to her; and if she was the vessel they suspected, there was no fear but the captain would give him a passage up as far as Loch Gilpinn ; and he could then easily get along the Crinan Canal, and thence to Oban, where he would cross the ferry to Mull. Off they set from the shore, and when they had rowed about half-way. to the lugger, they perceived her getting under weigh, as though the crew. viewed the boat an intruder on their quiet. As the lugger appeared to be standing away to Kilbrannin Sound, one of the men in the boat took from one of his pockets a small horn, in which was some gunpowder; and hav ing made up a quantity of it moist, about the size of a cartridge, he im mediately struck a light in a tinderbox which he conveyed from another pocket; and, having fixed his signal on the end of an oar, lighted it, and, raising the oar perpendicular, in a few minutes the lugger bore down upon them with a fine press of sail. "Captain Whiggans," said the owner of the boat as the lugger neared her, "are you going up the loch ?"-"What of that?"-"Because this gentleman is going to Mull, by Loch Gilpinn, Killmore, and Oban, and we hope, as he is a friend, you will take him with you.", "Most cheerfully. Sir," said Whiggans, addressing himself to St. Clyde, "I beg your pardon, but we are not a regular packet; you are however exceedingly welcome on board; indeed, sir, I am happy in being able to render any service to my friends at Ettrick Bay; my cabin is but small, but there is plenty of provisions in it; and if |