brandy, claret, Hollands, and Jamaica, be palatable to you, I believe there are some bottles of each in the bunkers."

St. Clyde thanked Whiggans, and the men in the boat got a crown for their services, and a good horn of Jamaica each, and went off for the shore. It was the policy of Whiggans not to know his passenger in the boat; but the welcome St. Clyde received from the bold outlaw did honour to the better class of human feelings.

St. Clyde admired much the neatness of the lugger; the fastness with which she sailed; but he was confounded by the appearance of the crew: for though. he had seen the crews of ships of war on duty, in battle, on shore, Whiggans's men looked another race of beings.

But it's dinner time. Come, sir," said Whiggans, "let us below to dinner." The dinner was very simple boiled beef, biscuit, some cold fowls, a

ham and cheese, with plenty of bran dy, claret, Hollands, and old Jamaica.

"You see your dinner, Captain St. Clyde, and since you have been at sea, you know we use no ceremony." St. Clyde thanked Whiggans, and as sured him he would do honour to the several dishes.

After dinner, Whiggans, though very polite since he was honoured with St. Clyde's company, would be so far out of common civility, as to ask his guest what might take him to Mull. St. Clyde told him that he was going to Mull to pay a visit to the father of a late brother officer, who had fallen on the heights of Abraham.

At the mention of Dunmorven, Whiggans started from his seat, and looking firmly on St. Clyde, said with emphasis, "What, is young Dunmorven dead? I have had him on board my vessel; I can pay respect to the mer

mory of that brave man. A brother of his, who is now dead also, once had my vessel in his power; but he took nothing from the ship, he even left all my property in her; it was the repugnancy he felt at fighting against and ruining a poor man, that saved my property.'

Whiggans, drawing a dirk from his belt, kissed it in the most solemn manner, and, raising his right hand to the ceiling of the cabin, prayed an awful imprecation on himself and his crew, "if Dunmorven was not to him as Colin St. Clyde, and St. Clyde as his own brother."

He then told St. Clyde frankly, that he was tired of his trade, and expressed his detestation of it, not so much because it defrauded the revenue, and was injurious to the fair trader, but because his faithful crew were always kept poor, from being continu

ally exposed to risks and losses, and the chances of being over-matched by the cutters, and taken and hanged.

St. Clyde found there was but one way of being comfortable whilst on board; winking at the smugglers' trade, enjoying his own sentiments of regret, and silently hoping Whiggans would soon quit it. Whiggans asked after all St. Clyde's friends at the manse, and the caim of St. Clyde, meaning thereby Villejuive; and Colin assured him that his friends were all well at the manse; that the minister was greatly puzzled to know where the brandy and tea came from, which he had regularly received; "for, Mr. Whiggans, you are always a bountiful friend, though, from the way you act, Mr. Thornhill could never make out the author of so much continued generosity." Whiggans however would not allow this theme to be dwelt on. And when St. Clyde mentioned the search and capture of Ler

wick, by Whiggans and his people, and commented on the strict secrecy with which the whole had been kept, Whiggans turned this also off, by asking if "Mr. Levingstone had not promised to obey his wishes ;" and when this was answered in the affirmative, the outlaw expressed a strong wish that "dustie fute" might yet be taken.

St. Clyde was at a loss to assign a meaning to the outlaw's wish, for he did not recollect that "dustie fute " was equivalent to "pedler;" yet he forbore to question Whiggans, and tacitly yet correctly applied the epithet to Lerwick.

It was now beginning to get towards evening; the grog was put round pretty freely, and tea was served up. The watch was set, and the moonless night gave a fine picturesque appearance to the bleak rugged hills on the western shore of this deep arm of the sea.

About midnight the vessel neared