ittance. The high-sheriff," a non-conofficer said, "had requested of the that none should be admitted to see the pting his confessor and his sister." we was Miss Mac-Ivor?" They gave direction. It was the house of a respectthe family near Carlisle,

all front the gate of the castle, and not Ventoring to make application to the high-sheriff or judges in his own unpopular name, he had recome to the solicitor who came down in Fergus's bekalt This gentleman told him that it was thought the public mind was in danger of being debauched by the account of the last moments of ther persons, as given by the Iriends of the Pretender; that there had been a resolution, there face, to exclade all such persons as had not the ples of near kindred fox attending upon them. Yet he promised, to oblige the heir of Waverley Home, to get him an order for admittance to the poisomer the next morning, before his irons were hanked off for execution.

Is it of Fergus Mac-Ivor they speak thus," thought Wavurley, "or do I docam? Of Fergus, the bold, the chivalrus, the free-minded? The lofty chieftain of a tribe devoted to him? Is it he that I have soon lead the chase and head the attack,

the brave, the active, the young, the noble, the love of ladies, and the theme of song: is it he who is ironed like a malefactor, who is to be dragged on a hurdle to the common gallows, to die a lingering and cruel death, and to be mangled by the hand of the most outcast of wretches? Evil indeed was the spectre that boded such a fate as this to the have Chief of Glennaquoich !"

With a faltering voice he requested the solicitor to find means to warn Fergus of his intended visit, should he obtain permission to make it. He then turned away from him, and returning to the inn, wrote a scarcely intelligible note to Flora Mac-Ivor, intimating his purpose to wait upon her that evening. The messenger brought back a letter in Flora's beautiful Italian hand, which seemed scarce to tremble even under this load of misery. "Miss Flora Mac-Ivor," the letter bore, "could not refuse to see the dearest friend of her dear brother, even in her present circumstances of unparalleled distress."

When Edward reached Miss Mac-Ivor's present place of abode, he was instantly admitted. In a large and gloomy tapestried apartment Flora was seated by a latticed window, sewing what seemed to be a garment of white flannel. At a little distance sat an elderly woman, apparently a foreigner, and of a religious order. She was reading in a book of Catholic devotion, but when Waverley entered, laid it on the table and left the room. Flora rose to receive him and stretched out her hand; but neither ventured to attempt speech. Her fine complexion was totally gone, her person considerably emaciated, and her face and hands as white as the purest statuary marble, forming a strong contrast with her sable dress and jet-black hair. Yet amid these marks of distress there was nothing negligent or ill-arranged about her attire; even her hair, though totally without ornament, was disposed with her usual attention to neatness. The first words she uttered were, "Have you seen him?"

"Alas! no," answered Waverley; "I have been refused admittance."

"It accords with the rest," she said; "but we