cannot answer; but I know, that be the food of the eyases washed or unwashed, and, indeed, whatsoever becomes of perch and mew, I am to go with you to Edinburgh, and see you safely delivered to the Regent at Holyrood.»

« How, to the Regent?" said Roland, in surprise.

« Ay, by my faith, to the Regent,» replied Woodcock; «I promise you, that if you are not to enter his service, at least you are to wait upon him in the character of a retainer of our Knight of Avenel.»

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« I know no right,» said the youth, « which the Knight of Avenel hath to transfer my 'service, supposing that I owe it to himself.>>

« Hush, hush!" said the falconer; « that is a question I advise no one to stir in until he has the mountain or the lake, or the march of another kingdom, which is better than either, betwixt him and his feudal superior.»>

« But Sir Halbert Glendinning," said the youth, « is not my feudal superior; nor has he aught of authority »

« I pray you, my son, to rein your tongue,» answered Adam Woodcock; « my lord's displeasure, if you provoke it, will be worse to appease than my lady's. The touch of his least finger were heavier than her hardest blow. And, by my faith, he is a man of steel, as true and as pure, but as hard and as pitiless. You remember the Cock of Capperlaw, whom he hanged over his gate for a mere mistake-a poor yoke of

oxen taken in Scotland, when he thought he was taking them in English land. I loved the Cock of Capperlaw; the Kerrs had not an honester man in their clan, and they have had men that might have been a pattern to the Bordermen that would not have lifted under twenty cows at once, and would have held themselves dishonoured if they had taken a drift of sheep, or the like, but always managed their raids in full credit and honour.-But see, his worship halts, and we are close by the bridge. Ride up ride up we must have his last instruc

tions.»

It was as Adam Woodcock said. In the hollow way descending towards the bridge, which was still in the guardianship of Peter Bridgeward, as he was called, though he was now very old, Sir Halbert Glendinning halted his retinue, and beckoned to Woodcock and Græme to advance to the head of the train.

« Woodcock," said he, << thou knowest to whom thou art to conduct this youth. And thou, young man, obey discreetly, and with diligence, the orders that shall be given thee. Curb thy vain and peevish temper. Be just, true, and faithful, and there is in thee that which may raise thee many a degree above thy present station. Neither shalt thou - always supposing thine efforts to be fair and honestwant the protection and countenance of Avenel.»

Leaving them in front of the bridge, whose centre tower now began to cast a prolonged

shade upon the river, the Knight of Avenel turned to the left, without crossing the river, and pursued his way towards a chain of hills, within whose recesses are situated the Lake and Castle of Avenel. There remained behind, the falconer, Roland Græme, and a domestic of the knight of inferior rank, who was left with them to look after their horses while on the road, to carry their baggage, and to attend to their con venience.

So soon as the more numerous body of riders had turned off to pursue their journey westward, those whose route lay across the river, and was directed towards the North, summoned the Bridgeward, and demanded a free passage.

<< I will not lower the bridge," answered Peter, in a voice querulous with age and ill-humour. « Come Papist, come Protestant, ye are all the same. The Papist threatened us with purgatory, and fleeched us with pardons; - the Protestant mints at us with the sword, and cuittles us with the liberty of conscience; but the never a one of either says-Peter, there is your penny.' I am well tired of all this, and for no man shall the bridge fall that pays me not ready money; and I would have you know I care as little for Geneva as for Rome as little for homilies as for pardons; and the silver pennies are the only passports I will hear of.">

« Here is a proper old chuff," said Woodcock to his companion; then raising his voice, he exclaimed, Hark thee, dog-Bridgeward, villain,

dost thou think we have refused Peter's pence to Rome, to pay thine at the Bridge of Kennaquhair? Let thy bridge down instantly to the followers of the house of Avenel, or, by the hand of my father, and that handled many a bridle rein, for he was a bluff Yorkshire-man-I say, by my father's hand, our knight will blow thee out of thy solan-goose's nest there in the middle of the water, with the light falconet which we are bringing southward from Edinburgh to-mor

The Bridgeward heard, and muttered, «A plague on falcon and falconet, on cannon and demi-cannon, and all the barking bull-dogs whom they halloo against stone and lime in these our days! It was a merry time when there was little besides handy blows, and it may be a flight of arrows that harmed an ashler wall as little as so many hail-stones. But we must jowk, and let the jaw gang by.» Comforting himself in his state of diminished consequence with this pithy old proverb, Peter Bridgeward lowered the drawbridge, and permitted them to pass over. At the sight of his white hair, albeit it discovered a visage equally peevish through age and misfortune, Roland was inclined to give him an alms, but Adam Woodcock withheld him. « E'en let him pay the penalty of his former churlishness and greed," he said; « the wolf, when he has lost his teeth, should be treated no better than

a cur."

Leaving the Bridgeward to lament the altera

tion of times, which sent domineering soldiers, and feudal retainers, to his place of passage, instead of peaceful pilgrims, and reduced him to become the oppressed, instead of playing the extortioner, the travellers turned them northward; and Adam Woodcock, well acquainted with that part of the country, proposed to cut short a considerable portion of the road, by traversing the little vale of Glendearg, so famous for the adventures which befel therein during the earlier part of the Benedictine's manuscript. With these, and with the thousand commentaries, representations, and misrepresentations, to which they had given rise, Roland Græme was, of course, well acquainted; for in the Castle of Avenel, as well as in other great establishments, the inmates talked of nothing so often, or with such pleasure, as of the private affairs of their lord and lady. But while Roland was viewing with interest these haunted scenes, in which things were said to have passed beyond the ordinary laws of nature, Adam Woodcock was still regretting in his secret soul the unfinished revel and the unsung ballad, and kept every now and then breaking out with some such verses as these:

The Friars of Fail drank berry-brown ale,

The best that ere was tasted;

The Monks of Melrose made gude kale

On Fridays, when they fasted.

Saint Monance' sister,

The grey priest kist her→