CHAPTER XI. "Tis when the wound is stiffening with the cold, The siuner feels remorse. Old Play. THE feelings of compunction with which Halbert Glendinning was visited upon this painful occasion, were deeper than belonged to an age and country in which human life was held so cheap. They fell far short certainly of those which might have afflicted a mind regulated by better religious precepts, and more strictly trained under social laws; but still they were deep and severely felt, and divided in Halbert's heart even the regret with which he parted from Mary Avenel and the tower of his fathers. The old traveller walked silently by his side for some time, and then addressed him." My son, it has been said that sorrow must speak or die-Why art thou so much cast down?-Tell me thy unhappy tale, and it may be that my grey head may devise counsel and aid for your young life." "Alas!" said Halbert Glendinning, "can you wonder why I am cast down?—I am at this instant a fugitive from my father's house, from my mother, head the and from my friends, and I bear on my blood of a man who injured me but in idle words, which I have thus bloodily requited. My heart now tells me I have done evil-it were harder than these rocks if it could bear unmoved the thought, that I have sent this man to a long account, unhoussled and unsbrieved!" "Pause there, my son," said the traveller. “That thou hast defaced God's image in thy neighbour's person-that thou hast sent dust to dust in idle wrath or idler pride, is indeed a sin of the deepest dye-that thou hast cut short the space which Heaven might have allowed him for repentance, makes it yet more deadly—but for all this there is balm in Gilead." "I understand you not, father," said Halbert, struck by the solemn tone which was assumed by his companion. "Thou hast slain thine The old man proceeded. enemy—it was a cruel deed: thou hast cut him off perchance in his sins-it is a fearful aggravation. Do yet by my counsel, and in lieu of him whom thou hast perchance consigned to the kingdom of Satan, let thine efforts wrest another subject from the reign of the Evil One." "I understand you, father," said Halbert ; “ thou would'st have me atone for my rashness by doing service to the soul of my adversary-But how may this be? I have no money to purchase masses, and gladly would I go barefoot to the Holy Land to free his spirit from Purgatory, only that " 66 My son," said the old man, interrupting him, "the sinner for whose redemption I entreat you to labour, is not the dead but the living. It is not for the soul of thine enemy I would exhort thee to pray—that has already had its final doom from a Judge as merciful as he is just; nor, wert thou to coin that rock into ducats, and obtain a mass for each one, would it avail the departed spirit. Where the tree hath fallen, it must lie. But the sapling which hath in it yet the vigour and juice of life, may be bended to the point to which it ought to incline." 66 Art thou a priest, father," said the young man, or by what commission dost thou talk of such high matters?" "By that of my Almighty Master," said the traveller, "under whose banner I am an enlisted soldier." Halbert's acquaintance with religious matters was no deeper than could be derived from the Archbishop of St. Andrews' Catechism, and the pamphlet called the Twa-pennie Faith, both which were industriously circulated and recommended by the Monks of St. Mary's. Yet, however indifferent and superficial a theologian, he began to suspect that he was now in company with one of the gospellers, or heretics, before whose influence the ancient system of religion now tottered to the very foundation. Bred up, as may well be presumed, in a holy horror against these formidable sectaries, the youth's first feelings were those of a loyal and devoted church vassal. "Old man,” he said, "wert thou able to make good with thy hand the words that thy tongue hath spoken against our Holy Mother Church, we should have tried upon this moor which of our creeds hath the better champion." "Nay," said the stranger, "if thou art a true soldier of Rome, thou wilt not pause from thy purpose because thou hast the odds of years and of strength on thy side. Hearken to me, my son. I have shewed thee how to make thy peace with heaven, and thou hast rejected my proffer. I will now shew thee how thou shalt make thy reconciliation with the powers of this world. Take this grey head from the frail body which supports it, and carry it to the chair of proud Abbot Boniface; and when thou tellest him thou hast slain Piercie Shafton, and his ire rises at the deed, lay the head of Henry Warden at his foot, and thou shalt have praise instead of censure. Halbert Glendinning stepped back in surprise. "What! are you that Henry Warden so famous among the heretics, that even Knox's name is scarce more frequently in their mouths? Art thou he, and darest thou to approach the Halidome of Saint Mary's?" "I am Henry Warden of a surety," said the old man, "far unworthy to be named in the same breath with Knox, but yet willing to venture on whatever dangers my Master's service may call me to." "Hearken to me then," said Halbert; "to slay thee, I have no heart-to make thee prisoner, were equally to bring thy blood on my head-to leave thee in this wild without a guide, were little better. I will conduct thee, as I promised, in saftey to the castle of Avenel; but breathe not, while we are on the journey, a word against the doctrines of the holy church of which I am an unworthy-but though an ignorant, a zealous member.-When thou art there arrived, beware of thyself-there is a high price upon thy head, and Julian Avenel loves the glance of gold bonnet-pieces."* * A gold coin of James V., the most beautiful of the Scottish series; so called because the effigy of the sovereign is represented wearing a bonnet. |