ainsi que la cavalerie, si'l vous plait, et de les remettre à la marche. Vous parlez si bien l'Anglois, cela ne vous donneroit pas beaucoup de peine.

"Ah! pas de tout, Monseigneur," replied Mons. le Compte de Beaujeu, his head bending down to the neck of his little prancing high-managed charger. Accordingly he piaffed away in high spirits and confidence to the head of Fergus's regiment, although understanding not a word of Gaelic, and very little English.

"Messieurs les sauvages Ecossois-dat is-Gentilmans savages, have the goodness d'arranger vous. The clan, comprehending the order more from the gesture than the words, and seeing the prince himself present, hastened to dress their ranks.

"Ah! ver well! dat is fort bien!" said the count de Beaujeu. "Gentilmans sauvages-mais, tres bienEh bien!-Qu'est ce que vous appellez visage, Monsieur?" (to a lounging trooper who stood by him) "Ah, oui! face-Je vous remercie, Monsieur.Gentilshommes, have de goodness to make de face to de right par file, dat is, by files. Marsk! Mais, tres bien-encore, Messieurs; il faut vous mettre a la marche. Marchez donc, au nom de Dieu parceque, j ai oublié le mot Anglois-mais vous etes des braves gens, et me comprenez tres bien.”

The count next hastened to put the cavalry in motion. "Gentilmens cavalrie, you must fall in-Ah! par ma foi; I did not say fall off! I am a fear de littel gros fat gentilman is moche hurt. Ah, mon Dieu! C'est le Commissaire qui nous a apporté les premieres nouvelles de cet maudit fracas. Je suis trop faché, Monsieur!"

But poor Macwheeble, who, with a sword stuck across him, and a white cockade as large as a pancake, now figured in the character of a commissary, being overturned in the bustle occasioned by the troopers hastening to get themselves in order in the prince's presence, before he could rally his galloway,

slunk to the rear amid the unrestrained laughter of the spectators.

"Eh bien Messieurs, wheel to de right by treesAh! dat is it! Eh, Monsieur de Bradwardine, ayez la bonté de vous mettre à la tete de votre regiment, car par dieu, je n'en puis plus."

The Baron of Bradwardine was obliged to go to the assistance of Monsieur de Beaujeu, after he had fairly expended his few English military phrases. One purpose of the chevalier was thus answered. The other he proposed was, that in the eagerness to hear and comprehend commands issued through such an indistinct medium in his own presence, the thoughts of the soldier in both corps might get a current different from the angry channel in which they were flowing at the time.

Charles Edward was no sooner left with the chieftain and Waverley, the rest of his attendants being at some distance, than he said, "If I owed less to your disinterested friendship, I could be more seriously angry with both of you for this very extraordinary and causeless broil, at a moment when my father's service so decidedly demands the most perfect unanimity. But the worst of my situation is, that my very best friends hold they have liberty to ruin themselves, as well as the cause they have engaged in, upon the slightest caprice." Both the young men protested their resolution to submit every difference to his arbitration. "Indeed," said Edward, "I hardly know of what I am accused. I sought Colonel Mac-Ivor, merely to mention to him that I had nearly escaped assassination at the hand of his immediate dependant, a dastardly revenge, which I knew him to be incapable of authorizing. As to the cause for which he is disposed to fasten a quarrel upon me, I am ignorant of it, unless it be that he accuses me, most unjustly, of having engaged the affections of a young lady in prejudice of his pretensions."

"If there is an error," said the chieftain, "it arises from a conversation which I held this morning with his royal highness himself."

"With me?" said the chevalier; " how can Colonel Mac-Ivor have so far misunderstood me?"

He then led Fergus aside, and after five minutes earnest conversation, spurred his horse towards Edward. "It is impossible-nay ride up, colonel, for I desire no secrets-Is it possible, Mr. Waverley, that I am mistaken in supposing that you are an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine? a fact of which I was by circumstances, though not by communication from you, so absolutely convinced, that I alleged it to Vich Ian Vohr this morning as a reason why, without offence to him, you might not continue to be ambitious of an alliance, which to an unengaged person, even though once repulsed, holds out too many charms to be lightly laid aside."

"Your royal highness," said Waverley, "must have founded on circumstances altogether unknown to me when you did me the distinguished honour of supposing me an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine. I feel the distinction implied in the supposition, but I have no title to it. For the rest, my confidence in my own merit is too justly slight to admit of my hoping for success in any quarter after positive rejection.'

But

The chevalier was silent for a moment, looking steadily at them both, he then said," Upon my word, Mr. Waverley, you are a less happy man than I conceived I had very good reason to think you, now, gentlemen, allow me to be umpire in this matter, not as prince regent, but as Charles Stuart, a brother adventurer with you in the same gallant cause. Lay my pretensions entirely out of view, and consider your own honour, and how far it is well, or becoming, to give our enemies the advantage, and our friends the scandal, of showing that, few as we are, we are not united. And forgive me if I add, that the

names of the ladies who have been mentioned, crave more respect from us all than to be made themes of discord.'

He took Fergus a little apart, and spoke to him very earnestly for two or three minutes, and then returning to Waverley, said, " I believe I have satisfied Colonel Mac-Ivor, that his resentment was founded upon a misconception, to which, indeed, I myself gave rise, and I trust Mr. Waverley is too generous to harbour any recollection of what is passed, when I assure him that such is the case.state this matter properly to your clan, Vich Ian Vohr, to prevent a recurrence of their precipitate violence." Fergus bowed. "And now, gentlemen, let me have the pleasure to see you shake hands."

-You must

They advanced coldly, and with measured steps, each apparently reluctant to appear most forward in concession. They did, however, shake hands, and parted, taking a respectful leave of the chevalier.

Charles Edward then rode to the head of the MacIvors, threw himself from his horse, begged a drink out of old Ballankeiroch's cantine, and marched about half a mile along with them, inquiring into the history and connexions of Sliochd nan Ivor, adroitly using the few words of Gaelic he possessed, and affecting a great desire to learn it more thoroughly. He then mounted his horse once more, and galloped to the baron's cavalry, which was in front, halted them, and examined their accoutrements and state of discipline; took notice of the principal gentlemen, and even of the cadets; inquired after their ladies, and commended their horses; rode about an hour with the Baron of Bradwardine, and endured three long stories about Field-Marshal the Duke of Berwick.

"Ah, Beaujeu, mon cher ami," said, he, as he returned to his usual place in the line of march, " que mon metier de prince errant est ennuyant, par fois. Mais, courage! c'est le grand jeu apres tout."

CHAPTER XXI.

A Skirmish.

THE reader need hardly be reminded, that after a council of war held at Derby, upon the 5th of December, the Highlanders relinquished their desperate attempt to penetrate farther into England, and, greatly to the dissatisfaction of their young and daring leader, positively determined to return northward. They commenced their retreat accordingly, and, by their extreme celerity of movement, outstripped the motions of the Duke of Cumberland, who now pursued them with a very large body of cavalry.

This retreat was a virtual resignation of their towering hopes. None had been so sanguine as Fergus Mac-Ivor, none, consequently, were so cruelly mortified at the change of measures. He argued, or rather remonstrated, with the utmost vehemence at the council of war; and, when his opinion was rejected, shed tears of grief and indignation. From that moment his whole manner was so much altered, that he could scarcely have been recognised for the same soaring and ardent spirit, for whom the earth seemed too narrow but a week before. The retreat had continued for several days, when Edward, to his surprise, early upon the 12th of December; received a visit from the chieftain in his quarters in a hamlet, about half way between Shap and Penrith.

Having had no intercourse with the chieftain since their rupture, Edward waited with some anxiety for an explanation of this unexpected visit; nor couid he help being surprised, and somewhat shocked, with the change in his appearance. His eye had lost much of its fire; his cheek was hollow, his voice languid, even his gait seemed less firm and elastic than it was