with the maiden snood exchanged for a matron's curch-all arranged in a pew in the said meetinghouse, listening to words of devotion, rendered sweeter and more powerful by the affectionate ties which combined them with the preacher. She cherished such visions from day to day, until her residence in London began to become unsupportable and tedious to her, and it was with no ordinary satisfaction that she received a summons from Argyle-house, requiring her in two days to be prepared to join their northward party.

CHAPTER III.

One was a female, who had grievous ill
Wrought in revenge, and she enjoyed it still;
Sullen she was, and threatening; in her eye
Glared the stern triumph that she dared to die.

CRABBE

THE Summons of preparation arrived after Jeanie Deans had resided in the metropolis about three weeks.

On the morning appointed she took a grateful farewell of Mrs. Glass, as that good woman's attention to her particularly required, placed herself and her moveable goods, which purchases and presents had greatly increased, in a hackney-coach, and joined her travelling companions in the housekeeper's apartment at Argyle-house. While the carriage was getting ready, she was informed that the duke wished to speak with her; and being ushered into a splendid saloon, she was surprised to find that he wished to present her to his lady and daughters.

"I bring you my little country woman, duchess," these were the words of the introduction; "With an army of young fellows, as gallant and steady as she is, and a good cause, I would not fear two to one.”

"Ah, papa!" said a lively young lady, about twelve years old, remember you were full one to two at Sheriff-muir, and yet," (singing the well-known ballad)-

"Some say that we wan, and some say that they wan,

And some say that nane wan at a', man;

But of ae thing I'm sure, that on Sheriff-muir

A battle there was that I saw, man."

"What, little Mary turned tory on my hands ?—— This will be fine news for our country woman to carry down to Scotland!"

"We may all turn tories for the thanks we have

gotten for remaining whigs," said the second young lady.

"Well, hold your peace, you discontented monkies, and go dress your babies; and as for the Bob of Dumblane,

"If it wasna weel bobbit, weel bobbit, weel bobbit,
If it wasna weel bobbit, we'll bobb it again."

"Papa's wit is running low," said lady Mary; "the poor gentleman is repeating himself-he sang that on the field of battle, when he was told the Highlanders had cut his left wing to pieces with their clay

A pull by the hair was the repartee to this sally.

"Ah! brave Highlanders and bright claymores,” said the duke, "well do I wish them, for a' the ill they hae done me yet,' as the song goes.-But come, madcaps, say a civil word to your countrywoman-I wish you had half her canny hamely sense; I think you may be as leal and true-hearted."

The duchess advanced, and, in few words, in which there was as much kindness as civility, assured Jeanie of the respect which she had for a character so affectionate, and yet so firm, and added, "When you get home, you will perhaps hear from me."

"And from me." "And from me." "And from me, Jeanie," added the young ladies one after another, "for you are a credit to the land we love so well."

Jeanie, overpowered with these unexpected compliments, and not aware that the duke's investigation had made him acquainted with her behaviour on her sister's trial, could only answer by blushing, and curtseying round and around, and uttering at intervals, Mony thanks! mony thanks!"

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“Jeanie," said the duke," you must have doch an' dorroch, or you will be unable to travel."

There was a salver with cake and wine on the table. He took up a glass, drank “to all true hearts that lo'ed Scotland," and offered a glass to his guest.

Jeanie, however, declined it, saying, " that she had never tasted wine in her life."

"How comes that, Jeanie ?" said the duke,-" wine maketh glad the heart, you know."

"Ay, sir, but my father is like Jonadab the son of Rechab, who charged his children that they should drink no wine.”

"I thought your father would have had more sense," said the duke, "unless, indeed, he prefers brandy. But, however, Jeanie, if you will not drink, you must eat, to save the character of my house."

He thrust upon her a large piece of cake, nor would he permit her to break off a fragment, and lay the rest on the salver. "Put it in your pouch, Jeanie," said he; you will be glad of it before you see St. Giles's steeple, I wish to heaven I were to see it as soon as you! and so my best service to all my friends at and about Auld Reekie, and a blithe journey to you.".

And, mixing the frankness of a soldier with his natural affability, he shook hands with his protegée, and committed her to the charge of Archibald, satisfied that he had provided sufficiently for her being attended to by his domestics, from the unusual attention with which he had himself treated her.

Accordingly, in the course of her journey, she found both her companions disposed to pay her every possible attention, so that her return, in point of ease and safety, formed a strong contrast to her journey to London.

Her heart also was disburthened of the weight of grief, shame, apprehension, and fear, which had loaded her before her interview with the queen at Richmond. But the human mind is so strangely capricious, that, when freed from the pressure of real misery, it becomes open and sensative to the apprehension of ideal calamities. She was now much disturbed in mind, that she had heard nothing from Reuben Butler, to whom the operation of writing was so much more familiar than it was to herself.

"It would have cost him sae little fash," she said

to herself; for I hae seen his pen gang as fast ower the paper, as ever it did ower the water when it was in the grey goose's wing. Waes me! maybe he may be badly but then my father wad likely hae said something about it-or maybe he may hae ta'en the rue, and kens na how to let me wot of his change of mind. He needna be at muckle fash about it," she went on, drawing herself up, though the tear of honest pride and injured affection gathered in her eye, as she entertained the suspicion, Jeanie Deans is no the lass to pu' him by the sleeve, or put him in mind of what he wishes to forget. I shall wish him weel and happy a' the same; and if he has the luck to get a kirk in our country, I shall gang and hear him just the very same, to show that I bear nae malice." And as she imagined the scene, the tear stole over her eye.

In these melancholy reveries, Jeanie had full time to indulge herself; for her travelling companions, servants in a distinguished and fashionable family, had, of course, many topics of conversation, in which it was absolutely impossible she could have either pleasure or portion. She had, therefore, abundant leisure for reflection, and even for self-tormenting, during the several days which, indulging the young horses which the duke was sending down to the north with sufficient ease and short stages, they occupied in reaching the vicinity of Carlisle.

In approaching the vicinity of that ancient city, they discerned a considerable crowd upon an eminence at a little distance from the high road, and learned from some passengers who were gathering towards that busy scene from the southward, that the cause of the concourse was, the laudable public desire "to see a domned Scotch witch and thief get half of her due upo' Haribee-broo yonder, for she was only to be hanged; she should hae been boorned aloive, an' cheap on't."

"Dear Mr. Archibald," said the dame of the dairy elect," I never seed a woman hanged in a' my life, and only four men, as made a goodly spectacle."