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will be willing to be justified in his stead; and if you'll just let me gae down to Glennaquoich, I'll fetch them up to ye mysell, to head or hang, and you may begin wi' me the very first man.”

Notwithstanding the solemnity of the occasion, a sort of laugh was heard in the court at the extraordinary nature of the proposal. The Judge checked this indecency, and Evan, looking sternly around, when the murmur abated, “If the Saxon gentlemen are laughing," he said, “because a poor man, such as me, thinks my life, or the life of six of my degree, is worth that of Vich Ian Vohr, it's like enough they may be very right; but if they laugh because they think I would not keep my word, and come back to redeem him, I can tell them they ken neither the heart of a Hielandman, nor the honour of a gentleman.'

There was no farther inclination to laugh among the audience, and a dead silence ensued.

The Judge then pronounced upon both prisoners the sentence of the law of high treason, with all its horrible accompaniments. The execution was appointed for the ensuing day. “For you, Fergus Mac-Ivor," continued the Judge, “I can hold out no hope of mercy. You must prepare against to-morrow for your last sufferings here, and your great audit hereafter."

“I desire nothing else, my lord," answered Fergus, in the same manly and firm lone.

The hard eyes of Evan, which had been perpetually bent on his Chief, were moistened with a tear. “For you, poor ignorant man," continued the Judge," who, following the ideas in which you have been educated, have this day given us a striking example how the loyalty due to the king and stale alone, is, from your unhappy ideas of clanship, transferred to some ambitious individual, who ends by making you the tool of his crimes-for you, I say, I feel so much compassion, that if you can make up your mind to petition for grace, I will endeavour to procure it for you. Otherwise

“Grace me po grace," said Evan; “ since you are to shed Vich Ian Vohr's blood, the only favour I would accept from you, is--lo bid them loose my hands and gie me my claymore, and bide you just a minute sitting where you are!”

“Remove the prisoners," said the Judge; “his blood be upon his own head."

Almost stupified with his feelings, Edward found that the rush of the crowd had conveyed him out into the street, ere he knew what he was doing. His iminediate wish was to see and speak with Fergus once more. He applied at the Castle where his unfortunate friend was confined, but was refused admittance. 66 The High Sherill," a non-commissioned officer said, “had requested of the governor that none should be admitted to see the prisoner, excepting his confessor and his sister.”

66 And where was Miss Mac-Ivor?” They gave him the direction. It was the house of a respectable Catholic family near Carlisle.

Repulsed from the gate of the Castle, and not venturing to make application to the High Sheriff or Judges in his own unpopular name, he had recourse to the solicitor who came down in Fergus's behalf. This gentleman told him, that it was thought the public mind was in danger of being debauched by the account of the last moments of these persons, as given by the friends of the Pretender ; that there had been a resolution, therefore, to exclude all such persons as had not the plea of near kindred for attending upon them. Yet, he promised (lo oblige the heir of Waverley-Honour) to get him an order for admittance to the prisoner the next morning, besore his irons were knocked off for execution.

Is it of Fergus Mac-Ivor they speak thus, thought Waverley, or do I dream? Of Fergus, the bold, the chivalrous, the free-minded? -the lofty chieftain of a tribe devoted to him? Is it he, that I have seen lead the chase and head the allack,—the brave, the active, the young, the noble, the love of ladies, and the theme of song,—is it he who is ironed like a malefactor ; who is to be dragged on a hurdle to the common gallows; to die a lingering and cruel death, and to be mangled by the hand of the most outcast of wretches? Evil indeed was the spectre, that boded such a fate as this to the brave Chief of Glennaquoich!

With a faltering voice he requested the solicitor to find means to warn Fergus of his intended visit, should he obtain permission to make it. He then turned away from him, and, relurning to the inn, wrote a scarcely intelligible note to Flora Mac-Ivor, intimating his purpose to wait upon her that evening. The messenger brought back a letter in Flora's beautiful Italian hand which seemed scarce to tremble even under this load of misery. “Miss Flora Mac-Ivor," the letter bore, “ could not refuse to see the dearest friend of her dear brother, even in her present circumstances of unparalleled distress."

When Edward reached Miss Mac-Ivor's present place of abode, he was instantly admitted. In a large and gloomy tapestried apartment, Flora was seated by a latticed window, sewing what seemed to be a garment of while flannel. At a little distance sat an elderly woman, apparently a foreigner, and of a religious order. She was reading in a book of Catholic devotion, but when Waverley enlered, laid it on the table, and left the room. Flora rose to receive him, and stretched out her hand, but neither ventured to attempt speech. Her fine complexion was totally gone; her person considerably emaciated; and her face and hands as white as the purest statuary marble, forming a strong contrast with her sable dress and jet-black hair. Yet amid these marks of distress, there was nothing negligent or ill-arranged about her attire ; even her hair, though

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totally without ornament, was disposed with her usual altenlion to neatness. The first words she uttered were, seen him?"

“ Alas, no," answered Waverley, “I have been refused admittance."

" It accords with the rest,” she said ; “but we must submit. Shall you obtain leave, do you suppose?”

“ For-for-to-morrow,” said Waverley ; but multering the last word so faintly that it was almost unintelligible.

“Ay, then or never," said Flora, “ until”-she added, looking upward, " the time when, I trust, we shall all meet. But I hope you will see him while earth yet bears him. He always loved you at his heart, though-but it is vain to talk of the past."

56 Vain indeed!" echoed Waverley.

" Or even of the future, my good friend,” said Flora, so far as earthly eveols are concerned ; for how often have I pictured to myself the strong possibility of this horrid issue, and tasked myself to consider how I could support my part; and yet how far has all my anticipation fallen short of the unimaginable billerness of this hour!”

“Dear Flora, if your strength of mind”—

“Ay, there it is," she answered, somewhat wildly; “there is, Mr. Waverley, there is a busy devil at my heart, that whispers - but it were madness to listen to it—that the strength of mind on which Flora prided herself has murdered her broth er!”

“Good God! how can you give utterance to a thought so shocking ?”

“Ay, is it not so? but yet it haunts me like a phantom ; I know it is unsubstantial and vain; but it will be present; will intrude its horrors on my mind; will whisper that my brother, as volatile as ardenl, would had divided his energies amid a hundred objects. It was I who taught him to concentrate them, and to gage all on this dreadful and desperate cast. Oh that I could recollect that I had but once said to him, “ He that strikelh with the sword shall die by the sword ;' that I had but once said, Remain at home; reserve yourself, your vassals, your life, for enterprises within the reach of man. But O, Mr. Waverley, I spurred his fiery temper, and half of his ruin al least lies with his sister!”

The horrid idea which she had intimated, Edward endeavoured to combat by every incoherent argument that occurred to him. He recalled to her the principles on which both thought it their duty to act, and in which they had been educated.

“Do not think I have forgollen them," she said, looking up, wilh eager quickness; “ I do not regret his attempt, because it was

wrong! O no! on that point I am armed; but because it was impossible it could end otherwise than thus."

“Yet it did not always seem so desperate and hazardous as it was; and it would have been chosen by the bold spirit of Fergus, whether you had approved it or no; your counsels only served to give unity and consistence to his conduct; to dignify, but not to precipitale, his resolution.” Flora had soon ceased to listen to Edward, and was again intent upon her needle-work.

“Do you remember,” she said, looking up with a ghastly smile, "you once found me making Fergus's bride-favours, and now I am sewing his bridal-garment. Our friends here," she continued, with suppressed emotion, "are to give hallowed earth in their chapel lo the bloody relics of the last Vich Ian Vohr. But they will not all rest together; no— his head! - I shall not have the last miserable consolation of kissing the cold lips of my dear, dear Fergus !”

The unfortunate Flora here, after one or two hysterical sobs, fainted in her chair. The lady, who had been attending in the anteroom, now entered hastily, and begged Edward to leave the room, but not the house.

When he was recalled, after the space of nearly half an hour, he found that, by a strong effort, Miss Mac-Ivor had greatly composed herself. It was then he ventured to urge Miss Bradwardine's claim to be considered as an adopted sister, and empowered to assist her plans for the future. “ I have had a letter from my dear Rose," she replied,

to the saine purpose. Sorrow is selfish and engrossing, or I would have wrillen to express, that, even in my own despair, I felt a gleam of pleasure at learning her happy prospects, and at hearing that the good old Baron has escaped the general wreck. Give this to my dearest Rose; it is her poor Flora's only ornament of value, and was the gift of a princess.” She put into his hands a case, containing the chain of diamonds with which she used to decorate her hair.

is in future useless. The kindness of my friends has secured me a relreat in the convent of the Scottish Benedictine nuns in Paris. To-morrow-if indeed I can survive to-morrowI set forward on my journey with this venerable sister. And now, Mr. Waverley, adieu! May you be as happy with Rose as your amiable dispositions deserve; and think sometimes on the friends you have lost. Do not attempt to see me again; it would be mistaken kindness."

She gave him her hand, on which Edward shed a lorrent of lears, and, with a fallering step, withdrew from the apartment, and relurned to the town of Carlisle. Al lhe inn, he found a lelter from his law friend, intimating, that he would be admitted to Fergus next morning, as soon as the Castle gates were opened, and per

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CHAPTER LXIX.

-A darker departure is near,
The death drum is mumed, and sable the bier.

CAMPBELL

AFTER a sleepless nighl, the first dawn of morning found Waverley on the esplanade in front of the old Gothic gate of Carlisle Castle. But he paced it long in every direction, before the hour when, according to the rules of the garrison, the gates were opened, and the drawbridge lowered. He produced bis order to the sergeant of the guard, and was admitted.

The place of Fergus's confinement was a gloomy and vaulted apartment in the central part of the Castle ; a huge old tower, supposed to be of great antiquity, and surrounded by outworks, seemingly of Henry VIII's time, or somewhat later. The grating of the large old-fashioned bars and bolts, withdrawn for the purpose of admitting Edward, was answered by the clash of chains, as the unfortunate Chieftain, strongly and heavily fettered, shuffled along the stone floor of his prison, to fling himself into his friend's arms.

“My dear Edward,” he said, in a firm and even cheerful voice, “this is truly kind. I heard of your approaching happiness with the highest pleasure. And how does Rose ? and how is our old whimsical friend the Baron? Well, I trust, since I see you at freedomAnd how will you settle precedence between the three ermines passant and the bear and boot-jack ?”

"How, O how, my dear Fergtis, can you talk of such things at such a moment?”

Why, we have entered Carlisle with happier auspices, to be sure on the 16th of November last, for example, when we marched in, side by side, and hoisted the white flag on these ancient towers. But I am no boy, to sit down and weep, because the luck has gone against me. I knew the stake which I risked; we played the game boldly, and the forfeit shall be paid manfully. And now, since my time is short, let me come to the questions that interest me most -the Prince? has he escaped the bloodhounds ?"

" He has, and is in safety.” “Praised be God for that! Tell me the particulars of his escape.”

Waverley communicated that remarkable history, so far as it had then transpired, to which Fergus listened with deep interest. He then asked after several other friends; and made many minute in

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