served to be hanged for riscals; bar now. If thr get the power in their hands — 85, 900047 they must, since there is neither rising in England por assistance from France—they will desePTE DE the gallows as fools they leave a single dans de Highlan is in a situation to be again trucklesce poremment Ay, they will make rot-and-bed rk. I warrant them

-And while you recommend fight to me.” sE Elmaria

comusel which I would rather de than embrace,—what are your own news!!

-Ob." answered Ferms, with a melancholy air. *my fate is settled Dead or captive I must be

before to mITT.

- What do you mean by that, my friend!" said Edward “The enemy is still a day's march in car rear, and if he comes up, we are still strong enough to keep him in check. Remember Gladsmuir."

- What I tell you is true notwithstanding, so far as I am individually concerned”

“ Upon what authority can you found so melancholy a prediction?" asked Waverley.

On one which never failed a person of my house. I have seen," he said, lowering his voice, — "I have seen the Bodach Glas." (7)

"Bodach Glas?"

"Yes. Have you been so long at Glennaquoich and never heard of the Gray Spectre - though indeed there is a certain reluctance among us to mention him."

"No, never."

“Ah, it would have been a tale for poor Flora to have told you. Or if that hill were Benmore, and that long blue lake, which you see just winding towards yon mountainous country, were Loch

Having had no intercourse with the chieftain since their rupture, Edward waited with some anxiety an explanation of this unexpected visit; nor could he help being surprised, and somewhat shocked, with the change in his appearance.

eye had lost much of its fire, his cheek was hollow, his voice was languid, even his gait seemed less firm and elastic than it was wont; and his dress, to which he used to be particularly attentive, was now carelessly flung about him. He invited Edward to walk out with him by the little river in the vicinity, and smiled in a melancholy manner when he observed him take down and buckle on his sword.

As soon as they were in a wild, sequestered path by the side of the stream, the chief broke out: “Our fine adventure is now totally ruined, Waverley, and I wish to know what you intend to do. Nay, never stare at me, man. I tell you I received a packet from my sister yesterday, and had I got the information it contains sooner, it would have prevented a quarrel which I am always vexed when I think of. In a letter written after our dispute, I acquainted her with the cause of it; and she now replies to me that she never had, nor could have, any purpose of giving you encouragement; so that it seems I have acted like a madman. Poor Flora, she writes in high spirits; what a change will the news of this unhappy retreat make in her state of mind!"

Waverley, who was really much affected by the deep tone of melancholy with which Fergus spoke, affectionately entreated him to banish from his remembrance any unkindness which had arisen between them, and they once more shook hands,