CHAPTER V.

-Did Fortune guide,

Or rather Destiny, our bark, to which

We could appoint no port, to this blest place?

FLETCHER.

THE islands in the Firth of Clyde, which the daily passage of so many smoke-pennoned steam-boats now renders so easily accessible, were, in our fathers' times, secluded spots, frequented by no travellers, and few visitants of any kind. They are of exquisite, yet varied beauty. Arran, a mountainous region, or Alpine island, abounds with the grandest and most romantic scenery. Bute is of a softer and more woodland character. The Cumrays, as if to exhibit a contrast to both, are green, level, and bare, forming the links of a sort of natural bar, which is drawn along the mouth of the Firth, leaving large intervals, however, of ocean. Roseneath, a smaller isle, lies much higher up the Firth, and towards its western shore, near the opening of the lake called the Gare-Loch, and not far from Loch-Long and Loch-Seant, or the Holy-Loch, which wind from the mountains of the western Highlands to join the estuary of the Clyde.

In these isles the severe frost winds, which tyrannize over the vegetable creation during a Scottish spring, are comparatively little felt; nor, excepting the gigantic strength of Arran, are they much exposed to the Atlantic storms, lying land-locked and protected to the westward by the shores of Ayrshire. Accordingly, the weeping-willow, the weeping-birch, and other trees of early and pendulous shoots, flourish in these favoured recesses in a degree unknown in our eastern districts; and the air is also said to pos sess that mildness which is favourable to consumptive

cases.

The picturesque beauty of the island of Roseneath, in particular, had such recommendations, that the

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earls and dukes of Argyle, from an early period, made it their occasional residence, and had their temporary accommodation in a fishing or hunting-lodge, which succeeding improvements have since transformed into a palace. It was in its original simplicity, when the little bark, which we left traversing the Firth at the end of last chapter, was approaching the shores of the isle.

When they touched the landing-place, which was partly shrouded by some old low but wide-spreading oak-trees, intermixed with hazel-bushes, two or three figures were seen as if awaiting their arrival. To these Jeanie paid little attention, so that it was with a shock of surprise almost electrical, that upon being carried by the rowers out of the boat to the shore, she was received in the arms of her father!

It was too wonderful to be believed-too much like a happy dream to have the stable feeling of reality— she extricated herself from his close and affectionate embrace, and held him at arm's length to satisfy her mind that it was no illusion. But the form was indisputable-Douce David Deans himself, in his best light-blue Sunday's coat, with broad metal buttons, and waistcoat and breeches of the same, his strong gramashes or leggins of thick grey cloth, the very copperbuckles the broad Lowland blue bonnet, thrown back as he lifted his eyes to Heaven in speechless gratitude-the grey locks that straggled from beneath it down his weather-beaten "haffets"-the bald and furrowed forehead-the clear blue eye, that, undimmed by years, gleamed bright and pale from under its shaggy grey pent-house-the features, usually so stern and stoical, now melted into the unwonted expression of rapturous joy, affection, and gratitude-were all those of David Deans; and so happily did they assort together, that, should I ever again see my friends Wilkie or Allan, I will try to borrow or steal from them a sketch of this very scene.

"Jeanie-my ain Jeanie-my best-my maist dudutiful bairn-the Lord of Israel be thy father, for I

am hardly worthy of thee! Thou hast redeemed our captivity-brought back the honour of our houseBless thee, my bairn, with mercies promised and purchased! But he has blessed thee in the good of which He has made thee the instrument."

These words broke from him not without tears, though David was of no melting mood. Archibald had, with delicate attention, withdrawn the spectators from the interview, so that the wood and setting sun alone were witnesses of the expansion of their feelings.

And Effie?—and Effie, dear father!" was an interjectional question which Jeanie repeatedly threw in among her expressions of joyful thankfulness.

"Ye will hear ye will hear," said David hastily, and ever and anon renewed his grateful acknowledgments to Heaven for sending Jeanie safe down from the land of prelatic deadness and schismatic heresy; and had delivered her from the dangers of the way, and the lions that were in the path.

"And Effie?" repeated her affectionate sister again and again." And-and-(fain would she have said Butler, but she modified the direct enquiry)-and Mr. and Mrs. Saddletree-and Dumbiedikes-and a' friends?"?

"A'weel-a'weel, praise to His name."

"And-and Mr. Butler-he wasna weel when I gaed awa'?"

"He is quite mended-quite weel."

"Thank God-but O, dear father, Effie?-Effie ?" "You will never see her mair, my bairn," answered Deans in a solemn tone- You are the ae and only leaf left now on the auld tree-heal be your portion."

She is dead!-She is slain!-It has come ower late!" exclaimed Jeanie wringing her hands.

"No Jeanie," returned Deans, in the same grave melancholy tone. She lives in the flesh, and is at freedom from earthly restraint, if she were as much alive in faith, and as free from the bonds of Satan."

"Can the

The Lord protect us!" said Jeanie. unhappy bairn hae left you for that villain?"

"It is ower truly spoken,” said Deans" She has left her auld father, that has wept and prayed for her -She has left her sister, that travailed and toiled for her like a mother-She has left the bones of her mother, and the land of her people, and she is ower the march wi' that son of Belial-She has made a moonlight flitting of it." He paused, for a feeling betwixt sorrow and strong resentment choked his utterance. "And wi' that man ?-that fearfu' man?" said Jeanie. "And she has left us to gang aff wi' him?-0 Effie, Effie, wha could hae thought it, after sic a deliverance as you had been gifted wi'!"

"She went out from us, my bairn, because she was not of us," replied David. "She is a withered branch will never bear fruit of grace-a scape-goat, gone forth into the wilderness of the world, to carry wi' her, as I trust, the sins of our little congregation. The peace of the warld gang wi' her, and a better peace when she has the grace to turn to it. If she is of His elected, His ain hour will come. What would her mother have said, that famous and memorable matron, Rebecca M Naught, whose memory is like a flower of sweet savour in Newbattle, and a pot of frankincense in Lugton ?-But be it sae-let her part-let her gang her gate-let her bite on her ain bridle-The Lord kens his time---She was the bairn of prayers, and may not prove an utter cast-away. But never, Jeanie---never more let her name be spoken between you and me---She hath passed from us like the brook which vanisheth when the summer waxeth warm, as patient Job saith---let her pass, and be forgotten."

There was a melancholy pause which followed these expressions. Jeanie would fain have asked more circumstances relating to her sister's departure, but the tone of her father's prohibition was positive. She was about to mention her interview with Staunton at his father's rectory; but, on hastily running over the particulars in her memory, she thought that, on the

whole, they were more likely to aggravate than diminish his distress of mind. She turned, therefore, the discourse from this painful subject, resolving to suspend further enquiry until she should see Butler, from whom she expected to learn the particulars of her sister's elopement.

But when was she to see Butler? was a question she could not forbear asking herself, especially while her father, as if eager to escape from the subject of his youngest daughter, pointed to the opposite shore of Dumbarton-shire, and asking Jeanie "if it werena a pleasant abode? declared to her his intention of removing his earthly tabernacle to that country, in respect he was solicited by his grace the duke of Argyle, as one well skilled in country-labour, and a' that appertained to flocks and herds, to superintend a store-farm whilk his grace had ta'en into his ain hand, for the improvement of stock.”

Jeanie's heart sunk within her at this declaration. "She allowed it was a goodly and pleasant land, and sloped bonnily to the western sun; and she doubtedna that the pasture might be very gude, for the grass looked green, for as drouthy as the weather had been. But it was far frae hame, and she thought she wad be often thinking on the bonny spots of turf, sae fu' of gowans and yellow king-cups among the Crags at St. Leonard's."

"Dinna speak on't, Jeanie," said her father; "I wish never to hear it named mair-that is, after the rouping is ower, and the bills paid. But I brought a' the beasts ower bye that I thought ye wad like best. There is Gowans, and there's your ain brockit cow, and the wee hawkit ane, that ye ca'd-I needna tell ye how ye ca'd it but I couldna bid them sell the creature, though the sight o't may sometimes gie us a sair heart-it's no the poor dumb creature's faultAnd ane or twa beasts mair I hae reserved, and I caused them to be driven before the other beasts, that men might say, as when the son of Jessie returned from battle, This is David's spoil.""

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