Bailie, through an accident of judicious flight, became suspended by his coat, and also the exposed pinnacle on which Andrew elevated himself witlessly, a mark for the combatants, and from which, in trembling haste, he was obliged to scramble. And then, from a "mural rock" over the lake waters, we may look down, perhaps fifty feet, to their fresh expanse, beneath which was plunged Morris. That luckless agent of shrewder men, used so inconveniently to Mr. Frank, had been here detained as a hostage for Rob Roy's safety, and was sacrificed by his incensed wife, when she learned that her husband had been seized not far off by some English, their deadly enemies. The site of the fight is perhaps half-way along the lake. The natural objects all around it are now delightful and romantic. The "mural rock," partly smooth, partly seamed, and fringed by grass or foxglove in its crevices, and commanding these views of hill, mountain, lake, and forest, is an unusually effective natural position for the human forms of the story we are to imagine animating it.

Not far beyond is the cascade at Ledeard, described in "Waverley" (page 144), and also in "Rob Roy," some time subsequent to the skirmish. Immediately after that, Frank Osbaldistone was despatched to Rob's captors, and with a rather defiant message to them. The Duke [of Montrose], their commander, however, not only refused to liberate Rob, but also detained the messenger coming on his account, and then led the two with his troops from the neighborhood, crossing the Forth, it has been supposed, at the Ford of Alianan. At this place, Rob, by ingenious arguments and appeals to a trooper behind whom he was strapped, was permitted to slip from the horse carrying them both, and thus was enabled to make good his escape. During the confused search for him, Frank Osbaldistone also escaped. Retiring from the vicinity, he crossed a moor by moonlight, while endeavoring to reach the inn at Aberfoyle. On this lonely tract, he, unexpectedly enough, met two mounted travellers, the taller of whom, a man, addressed him with inquiries about the condition of the vicinity. Soon, the other, a lady, addressed him, -as he narrates in his supposed journal, and the tones of her voice "thrilled through every nerve of my body," he recorded, for the lady was Diana Vernon herself! But with what man, he felt, could she be then in that strange spot? Their interview was brief in time, but yet long enough for expression of the intensest feeling of a life. She bade him farewell, for ever;

and while she stooped to speak her last words to him, "a tear that trembled in her eye found its way to my cheek instead of her own," his journal again tells us. During this short interview there was another incident, less romantic, yet very important, and demonstrative of her regard for him, she gave him a small and very valuable parcel of papers relative to his father's affairs. But valuable as he knew these to be, his chief thought was of her, why she was in that lonely spot; why accompanied as he found her; whither she had gone. And long his chief thought continued to be of her, while "sitting down by the wayside," he, as he tells us, "shed a flood of the first and most bitter tears which had flowed from " his "eyes since childhood."

Again he met Rob Roy, and with him again spent an evening at the Clachan, where also he rejoined the Bailie. Great was the rejoicing among the many Highlanders gathered there, at the escape of the chieftain, and cheerful was the supper that night at the rude inn, and good-hearted also appeared the worthy Mr. Jarvie and his wild, bold relation and host, the Macgregor.

Next day, by invitation of the latter, there was a visit to his home, in peaceful contrast to the military advance on it during the preceding day. "We pursued the margin of the lake for about six English miles" (wrote Frank Osbaldistone), "through a devious and beautifully variegated path, until we attained a sort of Highland farm, or assembly of hamlets, near the head of that fine sheet of water, called, if I mistake not, Lediart, or some such name." Here the party was received with Highland hospitality, and in a dramatically effective style that gave not slightly imposing evidence of the strength and resources of the Macgregors, proscribed and hunted though they were. After quite as agreeable an interview with Rob and his wife and people as could have been reasonably desired, the Bailie and Mr. Frank were escorted past the eastern and southern sides of Ben Lomond, to the shore of Loch Lomond, avoiding thus the route usually taken by travellers now from Loch Ard towards Stronaclachan, and thence by Inversnaid Fort to Loch Lomond. Indeed, this fort, erected in the wild country between Katrine and Lomond, was not a spot to be haunted by any of Rob's clan, built as it was in 1713, and maintained at the time of the story to overawe them, and others like them. Americans will particularly remember it as the post where General Wolfe, the hero of Quebec, was stationed when an officer in the "Buffs;"

and also the general reader may think of "the sweet Highland girl" associated with it, and celebrated by Wordsworth.

The two travellers took leave of Rob Roy, - always faithfully their friend, and embarked in a boat (rowed by his people), probably at Rowardennan, the usual starting-point for the ascent of Ben Lomond, that rises magnificently above that place. Thence they enjoyed a pleasant passage across Loch Lomond to the mouth of Leven Water, its outlet, at the south-west. This largest of Scottish lakes deserves long attention, although it is almost too well known to be here described. Its upper or northern end is comparatively narrow, and bordered by lofty and very picturesque mountains. Towards the south, it by degrees expands, and the neighs along its sides become less, especially westward, after at half its length, Ben Lomond, the highest of all, is passed. The south part is quite broad, and presents expanses of water, romantic islands, and pleasant shores of diversified fields and park-like lands. At the mouth of Leven Water the travellers of the story found horses awaiting them. Thence, by what was then a long ride, they reached Glasgow on that same night, greatly to the joy of the Bailie, who had small wish ever again to explore the beauties of the "land of the mountain and the flood." At Glasgow Mr. Frank met his father. Certain differences that had originated from his declination of a business life were happily settled, and the two were reconciled. There, also, he learned of the outbreak of the Rebellion of 1715, a great political and military movement that explained many intricacies of the Osbaldistone affairs, hitherto inexplicable, to him at least. Thence he and his father immediately went to London, — Mr. Frank to take a commission under the established government. The entire Highland scenery of this novel (already sketched) can be seen during a single day's excursion from Glasgow, by the Forth and Clyde railway, carriage or foot from Bucklyvie, and the Loch Lomond steamer; or in two days, if the ascent of Ben Lomond is made.

The further action of the story introduces no new scenes of importance. At London, Frank Osbaldistone learned of the death of Sir Hildebrand, and of all his sons except Rashleigh. He also learned that his uncle had left him heir to the North-country estates. In due time, he consequently went to the old Hall to examine it, as will be remembered; and, in its venerable library, he again romantically met the charming Diana, a fugitive with the stranger whom

he had seen with her in the Highlands, her father. The decisive and exciting scenes that occurred immediately after this meeting need only to be suggested to the visitor to the supposed Hall, and so, also, the future career of the heir, of the beautiful Die, and, finally, of their bold and faithful and most useful friend, Rob Roy.

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HE name of Rob Roy, and the romantic country that once was his, also suggest those spirited, poetic, and characteristic verses in which the Great Magician has, with such picturesque power, perpetuated the memory of vicissitudes of that doomed people, the Macgregors. A portion of these verses, called "Macgregor's Gathering," were written for Albyn's Anthology in 1816, and begin:

"The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the clan has a name that is nameless by day;

Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

Gather, gather, gather," &c.

We can hardly, more pleasantly finally, turn attention from the "affairs" of "'15" and "'45" than by (now pardonably with no little admiration) recalling a part, at least, of Flora Mac Ivor's song in "Waverley," with its intense, its romantic, though misguided, Jacobitical patriotism, and its associations with Highland scenery like that celebrated in "Rob Roy," and with clan life and warfare, passed away for ever.

"There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.

A stranger commanded - it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand!

"Awake on your hills, on your islands awake,
Brave sons of the mountain, the frith, and the lake!
'Tis the bugle-but not for the chase is the call;
'Tis the pibroch's shrill summons- but not to the hall.
""Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death,
When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath;
They call to the dirk, the claymore, and the targe,

To the march and the muster, the line and the charge."

There are a few scenes intimately associated with the celebrated chieftain, and not introduced in the novel, such as his "prison" on Loch Lomond, below Inversnaid landing, and his cave (Craigroyston), one and three quarters miles north of the last, "a wild, deep, cavern," where he is said to have planned some of his raids. Two circles painted on the rock now mark it. About a dozen miles north of Callander, at Balquhidder village, may be seen his burial

place, commemorated in Wordsworth's poem, "Rob Roy's Grave," and containing the remains of this last of the predatory Highlandborder chieftains.

"SCOTT'S GLASGOW."

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`RAVELLERS through the Lands of Scott are supposed, while visiting the scenes of "Rob Roy," to make the only visit proposed to the important city of Glasgow and its vicinity. There is a vast deal, of course, to see in that region, not associated with Scott, of which the local guide-books tell enough. Besides places in the city already mentioned as associated with the Great Magician, there will be found in George Square, where most travellers will sojourn, a sort of Doric column, about eighty feet high, bearing a large standing statue by Ritchie, erected in 1837, as a memorial to him. Around it, appropriately, stand effigies of other great men,

In 1817, the same year in which "Rob Roy" was written, its author visited Glasgow, and examined scenes there that he associated with it. He does not, however, appear to have spent much time, at any period, in the city, and there are not many spots in it connected with his personal history.

Glasgow is, as indicated, a capital point from which to make excursions into Lands of Scott, and this chapter may close with brief recapitulation of them.

Associated with "Rob Roy" (besides the Cathedral, the Saut Market, the Bridge, and University, in Glasgow), are the scenes reached by rail to Bucklyvie and by the Loch Lomond steamer, and described on pages 180 to 185.

Associated with "Old Mortality" (chapter xxii.) is the scenery around Bothwell Brigg and Castle, accessible by rail or carriage from Glasgow, and described on pages 194–6, and Lanark.

Associated with "Castle Dangerous" (chapter xxiii.) is DouglasDale, accessible from Lanark.

Associated with the closing scenes of "The Heart of Mid-Lothian" (chapter xxix.) is the pleasant region around Gare Loch, easily reached by steamer down the Clyde.

Associated with the latter portions of the poem, "The Lord of the Isles" (chapter xiii.), are parts of the picturesque Isle of Arran (pages 116–17), accessible by steamer; and of the Ayrshire coast, accessible by railway, from Glasgow to Ayr, "The Land of Burns," and then on foot or by carriage.