CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SECOND. And be he safe restored ere evening set, OLD PLAY, I KNOW not why it is, that a single deed of violence and cruelty affects our nerves more than when these are exercised on a more extended scale. I had seen that day several of my brave countrymen fall in battle: it seemed to me that they met a lot appropriate to humanity; and my bosom, though thrilling with interest, was affected with nothing of that sickening horror with which I beheld the unfortunate Morris put to death without resistance, and in cold blood. I looked at my companion, Mr. Jarvie, whose face reflected the feelings which were painted in mine. Indeed, he could not so suppress his horror, but that the words escaped him in a low and broken whisper, "I take up my protest against this deed, as a bloody and cruel murder-it is a cursed deed, and God will avenge it in his due way and time." "Then you do not fear to follow?" said the virago, bending on him a look of death, such as that with which a hawk looks at his prey ere he pounces. "Kinswoman," said the Bailie, "nae man willingly wad cut short his thread of life before the end o' his pirn was fairly measured off on the yarnwinles-And I hae muckle to do, an I be spared, in this warld-public and private business, as weel that belanging to the magistracy as to my ain particular; and nae doubt I hae some to depend on me, as puir Mattie, wha is an orphan-She's a far-awa' cousin o' the Laird o' Limmerfield. Sae that, laying a' this thegither-skin for skin, yea all that a man hath will he give for his life." "And were I to set you at liberty," said the imperious dame, "what name would you give to the drowning of that Saxon dog?" "Uh! uh!-hem! hem!" said the Bailie, clearing his throat as well as he could, "I suld study to say as little on that score as might be-least said is sunest mended." "But if you were called on by the courts, as you term them, of justice," she again demanded, "what then would be your answer?" The Bailie looked this way and that way, like a person who meditates an escape, and then answered in the tone of one who, seeing no means of accomplishing a retreat, determines to stand the brunt of battle-" I see what you are driving me to the wa' about. But I'll tell you't plain, kinswoman,-I behoved just to speak according to my ain conscience; and though your ain gudeman, that I wish had been here for his ain sake and mine, as weel as the puir Hieland creature Dougal, can tell ye that Nicol Jarvie can wink as hard at a friend's failings as ony body, yet I'se tell ye, kinswoman, mine's ne'er be the tongue to belie my thought; and sooner than say that yonder puir wretch was lawfully slaughtered, I wad consent to be laid beside himthough I think ye are the first Hieland woman wad mint sic a doom to her husband's kinsman but four times removed." It is probable that the tone and firmness assumed by the Bailie in his last speech was better suited to make an impression on the hard heart of his kinswoman than the tone of supplication he had hitherto assumed, as gems can be cut with steel, though they resist softer metals. She commanded us both to be placed before her. "Your name," she said to me, "is Osbaldistone? -the dead dog, whose death you have witnessed, called you so." "My name is Osbaldistone," was my answer. "Rashleigh, then, I suppose, is your Christian name?" she pursued. "No, my name is Francis." "But you know Rashleigh Osbaldistone?" she continued. "He is your brother, if I mistake not,—at least your kinsman and near friend." "He is my kinsman," I replied, "but not my friend. We were lately engaged together in a rencontre, when we were separated by a person whom I understand to be your husband. My blood is hardly yet dried on his sword, and the wound on my side is yet green. I have little reason to acknowledge him as a friend.” "Then," she replied, "if a stranger to his intrigues, you can go in safety to Garschattachin and his party, without fear of being detained, and carry them a message from the wife of the MacGregor?" I answered, "That I knew no reasonable cause why the militia gentleman should detain me; that I had no reason, on my own account, to fear being in their hands ; and that if my going on her embassy would act as a protection to my friend and servant, who were here prisoners, I was ready to set out directly." I took the opportunity to say, "That I had come into this country on her husband's invitation, and his assurance that he would aid me in some important matters in which I was interested; that my companion, Mr. Jarvie, had accompanied me on the same errand.” "And I wish Mr. Jarvie's boots had been fu' o' boiling water when he drew them on for sic a purpose," interrupted the Bailie. "You may read your father," said Helen MacGregor, turning to her sons, "in what this young Saxon tells us- Wise only when the bonnet is on his head, and the sword is in his hand, he never exchanges the tartan for the broad-cloth, but he runs himself into the miserable intrigues of the Lowlanders, and becomes again, after all he has suffered, their agent-their tool— their slave." 66 'Add, madam," said I, "and their benefactor." "Be it so," she said; "for it is the most empty title of them all, since he has uniformly sown benefits to reap a harvest of the most foul ingratitude.— But enough of this. I shall cause you to be guided to the |