vent his escape, set forward upon the march with Gilfillan and his party. Through the little village they were accompanied with the shouts of the children, who cried out, "Eh! see to the Southland gentleman, that's gaun to be hanged for shooting langi John Mucklewrath the smith.” bingda 7 CHAPTER XIII. An Incident. THE dinner-hour of Scotland, Sixty Years since, was two o'clock. It was therefore about four o'clock of a delightful autumn afternoon that Mr Gilfillan commenced his march, in hopes, although Stirling was eighteen miles distant, he might be able, by becoming a borrower on the night for an hour or two, to reach it that evening. He therefore put forth his strength, and marched stoutly along at the head of his followers, eyeing our hero from time to time as if he longed to enter into controversy with him. At length, unable to resist the temptation, he slackened his pace till he was alongside of his prisoner's horse, and after marching a few steps in silence abreast of him, he suddenly asked,—“ Can ye say wha the carle was wi' the black coat and the mousted head wha was wi' the Laird of Cairnvreckan ?" "A presbyterian clergyman," answered Waverley. "Presbyterian! a wretched Erastian, or rather an obscured prelatist,-a favourer of the black indulgence ;-ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark; they tell ower a clash o' terror and a clatter o' comfort in their sermons, without ony sense or savour or life-Ye've been fed in siccan a fauld, belike?" I am of the Church of Eng "And they're just neighbour-like, and nae wonder they gree sae weel. Wha wad hae thought the goodly structure of the Kirk of Scotland, built up by our fathers in 1642, wad hae been defaced by carnal ends and the corruptions of the time;ay, wha wad hae thought the carved work of the sanctuary wad hae been sae sune cut doon !" gobar at and to record 1 To this lamentation, which one or two of the assistants chorussed with a deep groan, our hero thought it unnecessary to make any reply. Whereupon Mr Gilfil lán, resolving that he should be a hearer at least, if not a disputant, proceeded in his Jeremiade. "And now is it wonderful, when, for lack of exercise anent the call to the ministry and the duty of the day, ministers fall into sinful compliances with patronage and indemnities, and oaths and bonds, and other corruptions, is it wonderful, I say, that you, sir, and other sick-like un→ happy persons, should labour to build up ✓ your auld Babel of iniquity, as in the bluidy persecuting saint-killing times? I trow, -ngin ye were na blinded wi' the graces and favours, and services and enjoyments, and employments and inheritances, o' this wicked world, I could prove to you, by the Scripture, in what a filthy rag ye put your trust; and that your surplices and your copes and vestments are but cast-off gar upon ments of the muckle harlot, that sitteth upon seven hills and drinketh of the eup of abomination. But, I trow, ye are deaf as adders that side of the head; ay, 3 ye are deceived with her enchantments, and ye traffic with her merchandize, and ye are drunk with the cup of her fornica tion !" How much longer this military theologist might have continued his invective, in which he spared nobody but the scatter>ed remnant of hill-folk, as he called them, Tis absolutely uncertain. His matter was copious, his voice powerful, and his memoGry strong; so that there was little chance of his ending the exhortation till the party reached Stirling, had not his attention. been attracted by a pedlar who had joined the march from a cross-road, and who sighed or groaned with great regularity at all fitting pauses of his homily. "And what may ye be, freend 2" said Gilfillan.donis "A puir pedlar, that's bound for Stir |