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As if you were the minister of heaven,
Sent down to search the secret sins of men.

Some eighteen years ago, I rented land
Of brave Sir Malcolm, then Balarmo's lord ; -,
But falling to decay, his servants seized
All that I had, and then turn'd me and mine
(Four helpless infants and their weeping mother,)
Out to the mercy of the winter winds.
A little hovel by the river's side
Received us : there hard labour, and the skill
In fishing, which was formerly my sport,
Supported life. Whilst thus we poorly lived,
One stormy night, as I remember well,
The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof:
Red came the river down, and loud and oft
The angry spirit of the water shriek’d.
At the dead hour of night was heard the cry.
Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran
To where the circling eddy of a pool,
Beneath the ford, used oft to bring within
My reach whatever floating thing the stream
Had caught. The voice was ceased ; the person

lost : But, looking sad and earnest on the waters,

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By the moon's light I saw, whirld round and round,
A basket: soon I drew it to the bank,
And nestled curious there an infant lay.

Lady Rand. Was he alive ?
Pris. He was.

Lady Rand, Inhuman that thou art !
How could'st thou kill what waves and tempests

spared ?
Pris. I was not so inhuman.
Lady Rand. Didst thou not ?
Anna. My noble mistress, you are moved too

much :
This man has not the aspect of stern murder ;
Let him go on, and you, I hope, will hear
Good tidings of your kinsman's long lost child.

Pris. The needy man who has known better

days,

One whom distress has spited at the world,
Is he whom tempting fiends would pitch upon
To do such deeds, as make the prosperous men
Lift up their hands, and wonder who could do

them :
And such a man was I; a man declined,
Who saw no end of black adversity :

Yet, for the wealth of kingdoms, I would not
Have touch'd that infant with a hand of harm.
Lady Rand. Ha! dost thou say so ? Then per-

haps he lives !
Pris. Not many days ago he was alive.
Lady Rand. O God of heaven! Did he then

die so lately?
Pris. I did not say he died; I hope he lives.
Not many days ago these eyes beheld
Him, flourishing in youth, and health, and beauty.

Lady Rand. Where is he now?
Pris. Alas! I know not where.
Lady Rand. Oh, fate! I fear thee still. Thou

riddler, speak
Direct and clear; else I will search thy soul.
Anna. Permit me, ever honour'd! Keen impa-

tience,
Though hard to be restrain'd, defeats itself.-
Pursue thy story with a faithful tongue,
To the last hour that thou didst keep the child.
Pris. Fear not my faith, though I must speak

my shame.
Within the cradle where the infant lay
Was stow'd a mighty store of gold and jewels ;

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Tempted by which, we did resolve to hide,
From all the world, this wonderful event,
And like a peasant breed the noble child.
That none might mark the change of our estate,
We left the country, travell’d to the north,
Bought flocks and herds, and gradually brought

forth
Our secret wealth. But God's all-seeing eye
Beheld our avarice, and smote us sore :
For one by one all our own children died,
And he, the stranger, sole remain’d the heir
Of what indeed was his. Fain then would I,
Who with a father's fondness loved the boy,
Have trusted him, now in the dawn of youth,
With his own secret : but my anxious wife,
Foreboding evil, never would consent.
Meanwhile the stripling grew in years and beauty ;
And, as we oft observed, he bore himself,
Not as the offspring of our cottage blood ;
For nature will break out: mild with the mild,
But with the froward he was fierce as fire,
And night and day he talk'd of war and arms.
I set myself against his warlike bent ;
But all in vain : for when a desperate band,
Of robbers from the savage mountains came

Lady Rand. Eternal Providence! What is thy

name? Pris. My name is Norval; and my name he

bears. Lady Rand. 'Tis he; 'tis he himself! It is my

son ! O, sovereign mercy ! 'Twas my child I saw ! No wonder, Anna, that my bosom burn’d. Anna. Just are your transports : ne'er was wo

man's heart Proved with such fierce extremes. High-fated

dame! But yet remember that you are beheld By servile eyes ; your gestures may be seen Impassion'd, strange ; perhaps your words o’er

heard.
Lady Rand. Well dost thou counsel, Anna:

Heaven bestow
On me that wisdom which my state requires !

Anna. The moments of deliberation pass,
And soon you must resolve. This useful man
Must be dismiss’d in safety, ere my lord.
Shall with his brave deliverer return.

Pris. If I, amidst astonishment and fear, Have of your words and gestures rightly judged,

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