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THE STORY TELLER.

mounted grooms, was no longer seen; and the ancient i

habitants saw, with sorrow, their numbers gradually lessen, THE HAUNTED HOUSE.

and their favourite street hastening to decay. A new and D BY ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

a meaner race succeeded—the mansions of the Douglasses,

the Dalzells, the Maxwells, the Kirkpatricks, and the THE great road from England, in former times, skirted. Herriedes, became the homes of the labouring man, and the he Firth of Solway, pursued its wild and extraordinary way mechanic. Tapestried halls, and lordly rooms, were probrough one of the deepest and most dangerous morasses in faned by vulgar feet ; and for the sound of the cithern and cotland, and, emerging on the Caerlaverock side, confer- the rebeck, the dull din of the weaver's loom, and the jarring ed on the Kirkgate of the good town of Dumfries the rank clamour of the smith's steel hammer, abounded. nd opulence of a chief street. Commanding a view of the With this brief and imperfect notice we shall bid fare. 'inding and beautiful river Nith on one side, and of the well to the ancient splendour of the Kirkgate-it is with reen stately hills of Tinwald and Torthorwold on the its degenerate days that our story has intercourse; and the ther, with their numerous villages and decaying castles, persons destined to move, and act, and suffer, in our ausis street became the residence of the rich and the far-de-thentic drama, are among the humblest of its inhabitants. cended_numbering among its people some of the most

The time, too, with which our narrative commences and teracient and potent names of Nithsdale. The houses had minates, is a season somewhat uncongenial for descriptive

general something of a regal look-presenting a curious excursions. A ruinous street and a labouring people, on rixture of the Saxon and Grecian architecture, blending whom the last night of December is descending in angry phimsically together in one place, or kept separate in all winds, and cold sleets and snows, present few attractions to Deir native purity in another ; while others of a different, dealers in genteel fictions ; and few flowers, either natural ut no less picturesque character

, towered up in peaked and backs, we have one advantage, which a mind delighting in

or figurative, for embellishing a tale. With all these draw. muamented Norman majesty, with their narrow turret tairs and projecting casements. But I mean not to claim nature and truth will not willingly forego ; the tale, humor the Kirkgate the express name of a regular street.

ble and brief as it is, possesses truth beyond all power of {ruit trees frequently throwing their branches, loaded with impeachment, and follows conscientiously the traditional Le finest fruit

, far into the way, and in other places antique and accredited narrative, without staying to array it and orchways, shaded deep with yew-tree, took away the re

adorn it in those vain and gaudy embellishments with roach of “eternal mortar and stone,” and gave the whole which fiction seeks to encumber a plain and simple story. · retired and a sylvan look. The presence of an old

The night which brings in the New Year to the good peohurch, with its thick-piled grave-stones

, gave a gravity of ple of Dumfries, has long been a night of friendly meetings, leportment to the neighbourhood ; the awe inspired by a

and social gladness and carousal. The grave and the dereligious place was visible on the people. There was a

vout lay aside, for the time, the ordinary vesture of sanctity seriousness mingled with their mirth; a reverential feel and religious observance; the sober and self-denying revel ing poured through their legends and their ballads. Their among the good things of this life, with a feryour, perhaps laughter was not so loud, nor their joy so stormy, as that augmented by previous penance ; and even some of the of men in less hallowed places. The maidens danced with shining lights of the Scottish Kirk have been observed to something of a chastened step, and sang with a devotional let their splendour subside for the evening, that, like the grace. The strings of that merry instrument which be- sun, perhaps they might come forth from darkness with an witched the feet of the wisest men, when placed under the increase of glory. The matron suspends her thrift, and left ear of a Kirkgate musician, emitted sounds so perfectly arrays herself in her marriage mantle the maiden, and in unison with devotion, that a gifted elder of the kirk was the bond-maiden, flaunt and smile, side by side, in ribbons once known to sanction and honour it, by measuring a step and scarfs, and snooded love-locks, all arranged with a careor two to the joyous tune of “An' o to be married an' ful and a cunning hand, to assist merry blue or languishing this be the way.”

Over the whole street, and far into the black eyes”in making mischief among the hearts of men. town, was-breathed much of that meek, austere compo- Each house smells, from floor to roof, with the good things sure, which the genius of ancient sculptors has shed on their of this life-the hare caught in her twilight march through 1 130 1.

the cottager's kaleyard, or the wild duck shot by moonlight, It was pleasant to behold the chief street of this ancient while tasting the green herbage on some lonely stream border town in its best days...those times of simplicity and bank-send up, stewed or roasted, a savour the more gladvirtue, as one of the town bailies, a barber by trade, re some because it comes seldom; while the flavour of smugmarked, when every woman went with a cushioned brow gled gin and brandy is not the less acceptable, because the and curled locks, and all the men flourished in full bottom. dangers of the deep sea, and the terrors on shore of the edwigs. But the demon who presides over the abasement arined revenue officers, were in the way of its gracing once of streets and cities entered into the empty place which the a-year the humble man's supper board. brain of a sheriff ought to have occupied, and the road was Amid the sound of mirth and revelry, and shining of lamps compelled to forsake the side of the Solway-the green fields and candles in porch and window, there was one house, coof Caerlaverock, and the ancient Kirkgate, and approach vered with humble thatch, and of altogether a modest, or raDumfries through five miles of swamp, and along a dull," ther mean exterior, which seemed not to sympathize in the and muddy way, which all travellers have since learned to joys of the evening. A small and lonely candle twinkled de test under the name of the Lochmaben-gate. . From that in a small and solitary window; and no sound proceeded hour, the glory of the old chief street diminished. The from its door, save now and then the moving of the slow på dy and the gay forsook a place where the chariot of the and aged feet of the mistress of this rude cottage. As the

ranger, with its accompaniment of running lacquies and more roving and regardless youths passed the window, they

divine performances., 1 W os !!!!

* First,

were observed to lower their voices, regulate their steps, 6 what words have escaped from thy lipa_superstitious and smooth down their deportment to something approach- meats and drinks,” said ye?. “Na! na! I cared mair ing to devotional. Within the window sat one who, un- for the welfare of the spirit, and the hope to sing hallelugracious in the outward man, and coarse in his apparel, jahs in Abram's bosom, as ye say in prayer yoursel' ; Ah! and owner only of a bed-stead and couch, and a few con- Willie, they say, who kenned you in your youth, that ye troversial books, was nevertheless a man of note in those would sooner gang to Sarah's.” “ Woman, woman," said days, when things external were of little note in the eyes of the douce man, “what say ye to the supper 5" a Presbyterian minister. Indeed, had one of the present then," quoth his spouse, forsaking unwillingly this darling generation glanced his eye through the coarse green glass of road of domestic controversy and strife ; “what have ye to the low-browed window, and seen an old man, whose silver say against a dish of collops scored, nicely simmered owre hairs were half concealed by a night-cap, not over pure; the head amang Spanish onions ?" “ Spanish onions, wowhose bent shoulders bore a plaid of homely chequered man,” said the elder ; “ I like not the sound.” « Sound," gray, fastened on the bosom with a wooden skewer, while said the dame, “ would ye lose your supper for a soud ? over his knees lay a large old Bible, clasped with iron, on Had they grown in the garden of the Grand Inquisitor, which his eyes were cast with a searching and a serious and been sown by some pope or cardinal, then, man, ye glance; our youth of Saxon broad-cloth and French ruf- might have had your scruples_but they grew in the garfles would have thought of something much more humble den of that upright man, David Bogie ; I'll warrant ye'll than the chief elder of the old kirk of Dumfries. It was, call the scored collops Episcopalian, since they were cat indeed, no other than William Warpentree, one of the burn-by a knife of Sheffield steel.” “ Pass to the other viands ing and shining lights of the Ancient of Days, when serious and vivers, woman,” said the elder. “Gladly will 1," prayers, and something of a shrewd and proverbial cast of said his obedient partner ; "the mair gladly because it's s worldly counsel, were not the less esteemed that they per- gallant Scottish haggis full, and fat, and fair. Hearken to tained to a humble weaver. His consequence, even in this the ingredients, Willie, and try them by the scrupulots lowly situation, was felt far and wide ; of the fair webs the crushed heart of the kindly corn—a singed sheep's head

kirk standard of forbidden luxuries. What say you against which came from the devout man's looms, let the long. -plotted, par-boiled, shorn small, with slice of broiled linsey-Woolsey garments of the matrons of Dumfries, even at

liver ground to powder, and a dozen of onions sliced like this day, bear witness—garments which surpass silk in wafers, powdered with pepper, and showered owre with beauty, while many a blyth me bridal and sorrowful bu--salt; the whole mingled with the fat of the ox, and stowed rial bore token, in their fine linen vestments, of the skill of in a bag as pure as burnbleached linen, and secured with a William's right hand. Indeed, it was one of the good peg that would make seven spoolpins. I'll warrant it will man's own practical proverbs, that there was more vanity spout to the rannel-tree when ye stick the knife in it. My in the bier than the bridal.' Though sufficiently conscious certie will’t.” of those gifts, he wished them to be forgotten in the sedate

At this description of the national dish, the old man disand austere elder of the kirk; and long before the time of placed the book from his knee, placed his hand on his our tale, he had become distinguished for the severity of his waistcoat, where time and daily meditation had måde some discipline, and his gifts in kirk controversy.

spare cloth, and rising, paced from side to side of his humble But the influence of ancient times of relaxation and joy, abode, with a look of subdued and decent impatience." of which he had been a partaker in his youth, had not wonder ;--wonder is an unwise word," said he, cherking wholly ceased ; and an observer of human nature might see, himself, “ for nought is wonderful, save the divine presener, that amid all the controversial contemplations in which he and the divine works ; but what, in the name of warp and scemed involved, the jolly old domestic god of Scottish cheer waft-a mechanical exclamation of surprise, and therefore and moderate hilarity had not yet yielded entire place to not sinful_what can stay Deacon Treddle, my ain dear the Crumb of Comfort, the Cup of Cold Water to the door neighbour ; and what can keep Bailie Burnewin! ! Parched Spirit, The Alicted Man's Best Companion, and hope his prentice boy has not burnt his forge again, and Boston's Fourfold State. He lifted his eyes from the page, made the douce man swear." *** Saul to gurdeman, aud said, “ Marion, even before I proceed to matters of but ye feu ill." “ But we have all onr times of spiritual import, let me know what thou hast prepared for weakness—even I myself," he muttered, in a low and in the nourishment of the bodies of those whom we have in audible tone, “ have matters to mourn for as well as the vited, according to the fashion of our fathers, to sit out the wicked ; I have buttered my own breakfast with the butOld Year and welcome in the New. Name me the supper ter, which honest men's wives have given me, for angioting dishes, I pray thee, that I may know if thou hast scorned the their webs. I have worn, but that was in my youth, the Babylonian observances of the sister Church of England in snawwhite linen purloined from many customers in hanks the matter of creature-comforts. What hast thou prepared and cuts. And I have looked with an unrighteous eye for supper, I pray, thee ? -no superstitious meats and after that dark-eyed and straight-limbed damsel, Mary drinks, Marion, I hope, but humble and holy, and hale Macmillan ; even I, who rebuked her and counselled her some things, which nourish the body without risk to the before the session, and made even the anointed winister soul? I dread, by thy long silence, woman, that thou hast envy the fluency and scriptural force of my admonishment. been seeking to pamper the Episcopalian propensities of our But, in gude time, here comes auld Burnewin," and extendappetites by ceremonious and sinful saint-day dishes.

ing his hand as he spoke, it was grasped by a hand pro“ Ah ! William Warpentree," said his douce spouse truded from a broad brown mantle, and tinged by exposure Marion, covering an old oaken table as she spoke, with a

at the forge into the hue of a tinker's travelling wallet fine-pattern'd table cloth, wove by no other hand than that

" Whole threads, and a weel-gaun loom to thec, my donee of the devout owner of the feast himself ; " Ah !” said she, auld fere," said the Bailie, removing a slouched lat as he

spoke, and displaying a rough jolly countenance, ou which Lost beyond redemption ! Oh! if I maun be doomed, let the heat of his smithy fire had inflicted a tinge that would me lie in my grave like other simmers, and no be borne bave done honour to Vulcan's forehand hammer man. away to be picked by the fiend behind the stake and * And a hissing welding heat, and an unburnt tew-iron, ryse dyke that divides the foul place from purgatory, like and ale fizzing and foaming for thee in thy vocation, my old a gled picking a cock-bird." Their entrance into the chamcomrade,” returned the weaver, in the current language of ber beside dame Marion, seemed at first to augment his his friend's trade. “Aha! Marion lass," said the black terror:-he shut his eyes, and clenched his hands in the resmith, “I have naé forgot that we were once younkers solate agony of despair. “Ah ! the black pit, and the running among the moonlight on the moat-brae-here's a burning fire, wi' fiends to torment me in the shape of holy shawl-I wish it silk for thy sake_ye maun wear it før Willie Warpentree and that wicked body Bailie Burnewin me at Paste and Yule, and the seven trades dance, and other A she-fiend, too! Na, then there's nae redemption for me daimen times; and, enveloping the not unwilling shoulders I'm in the hollowest hell, I'll warrant me!” and half of the matron in his present, he seated himself by the side unclosing his eyes, they wandered with something of a half of a blazing hearth fire, and promising supper board. insane and half suspicious scrutiny around the elder's

It was now eleven o'clock-the reign of the Old Year was apartment. within an hour of its close, and the din of the street had At this irreverent allusion to herself and her sex, the subsided, partly from the lateness of the hour, and the fall yoke-fellow of the elder exclaimed :-“ Ungracious and of a shower of thin and powdery snow which abated a lit- graceless body, I'll she-fiend thee!" and lifting up a spoontle the darkness of the night. A loud scream, and the ful of the fat liquid in which the haggis had been immersed, sound of something falling, were heard at the end of the she threw it fairly in his face. This application was much little parrow close or street which descended from the old more effectual than the grave inquiries of her husband ; Kirkgate to the residence of the elder. « There's the the liquid, too cool to scald, and yet hot enough to make sound of Deacon Treddle's voice," said Marion, “ if ever flesh feel, caused him to utter a scream. “ Well done, sheI heard it in my life ; and the cry, too, of sore aflliction.” fiend I” said the blacksmith, “if a woman's wit brings Away without bonnet or mantle ran the old friends of the nae a man to his senses, I wot nae what will." The afexpected deacon; they found him lying with his face to flicted weaver opened his eyes, exclaimed, “ Praise be blest !" the pavement, his hands clutched like one in agony, while leaped to his feet, shouted, “ redeemed! redeemed !-won from a shattered punchbowl ran the rich and reeking con- from the clutches of the auld enemy, and set on my feet at

tents. “ As I live by drink, and sometimes bread,” said the fire-side of my sworn friend, William Warpentree. But, ! the Bailie, “ this is a hapless tumble; I feel the smell of Oh.! man, I have got such a fright this blessed evening as

as good brandy punch as ever reeked aneath the nose of will gang wi' me to my grave.” the town council - there it runs ; water, saith the word, “ Fright !" said Marion, “ what could have frightened cannot be gathered from the ground, nor brandy punch from ye in the douce Kirkgate of Dumfries ; the kirk at your the street, saith Bailie Burnewin.” “ Peace, peace, I pray | lug, the kirk yard at your elbow, and the fear o' God afore thee," said the elder; " speak, Thomas Treddle, speak; ye, and a gallant bowl of brandy punch in your hand. I art thou harmed in spirit, or hurt in body?” “ The spirit feel the smell of the spilt mercies yet, ye donnered bodie ; is running from him," said the son of the forge, in the what fiend made ye coup the creels, and scream yon way?" true spirit of citizenship :. “ dost thou not feel its frag-“Woman, woman,” said the elder to his spouse, “ bridle rance ?" ," Peace, again I say," enjoined the elder ; “I thy unruly tongue, and curb thy irreverent speech-this say unto you, something fearful hath happened unto him ; man hath, peradventure, seen something; which he will do he has felt an evil touch, or he has seen some unholy sight : well to disburthen his conscience in describing.” “I shall such things have been rife ere now in the land ;" and he make bauld to tell ye,” said the deacon of the weavers, endeavoured to raise his prostrate friend from the pave“ how it happened, and whereabout ; but, Oh! man, never ment.

let sinful flesh pride itself again in the joys of this world. “I renounce the sinfulness of long thrums and short ell. Who would have thought that a mau like me, a bowl of tvands, ' now and forever more, Amen !" muttered the reeking punch in one hand, and buttered short cake in the overthrown head of the venerable calling of the weavers. other ; the town clock chapping eleven, a glass in my head, “ Long thrums and short ellwands,” said he of the smithy the pavement aneath, and my friend's door open before me, to him of the loom ; « I'll remember his confession, how should in ae moment be spoiled and bereaved of all in which ever there's knavery in all crafts, save mine.” “ Avaunt he had sinfully prided. Oh! William Warpentrée-flesh ataunt; whither wilt thou carry me!" exclaimed the dea- and blood-flesh and blood.” Here he wiped away the con ; «That man hath perfect blessedness, who walketh not moisture of Marion's haggis from his face, muttered, astray in counsel of ungodly men. Oh! that I could « Grace be near me, I'm barely come to my senses yet mind a prayer now, when a prayer might be of service, Lord, I'll never forget it—how can I-I'm a doomed creaand no be borne away owre the fiend's left shoulder, like ture, that's certain.” The elder enjoined him to tell why holy Willie gaun hame'with a customer's web." “ The he was disquieted—the elder's wife desired to know what elf man's demented," muttered the elder ; '“ possess’d by a die- or brownie had scared him out of any little sense he ever mon_fairly possess'd—here, Bailie, bear thou his heels, laid claim to ; while the Baillie declared it would be a I'll bear'up his head, and let us carry him home, and de. droll tale that would recompense him for the privation of liver lim up to the admonition of dame Marion.” And the spilt punch. lifting aloft the weaver as they spoké, away they marched « Oh ! hard, hard ! exclaimed the deacon of the weavers ; _but not evithout speech or resistance. “ A fiend at my "I maun be frightened out of my senses ae minute with bead, and a fiend at my feet! Lost beyond redemption ! the Packman's ghost, and fairly die in describing it the

next."' « The Packman's ghost ?** exclaimed the three elder and Bailie with a strong

rong wish that the deacon's adauditors, at once gathering' round the affrighted deacon.

venture with the pedlar's apparition would come to a close. * Yes! the Packman's ghost," said he give me leave

A hurried foot in the street, and a mighty rap, rap, rap, at to breathe, and I shall tell ye. As 'I came out to the

the door, equal to the demolishing of any ordinary hinges, street, there was a slight fall of snow ; the way was as

accomplished the good man's wish. Ere Marion could say white afore me as a linen web--a light glimmered here

-- Come in,"—in started an ancient Kirk gate dame, her and there_ the brightest was in the home of Lowrie Linch

hood awry, and a drinking cup, which her hurry had not pin, the Haunted House ye ken ; the carle lies in a depart- it down, was still in her right hand. She stood with her

hindered her to drain, though she found no leisure to set ing state." As I looked o'er to his window, I thought to my lips apart, and pointed towards the haunted house of old self, the minister or some of the elders will be there, doubt- Linchpin, half choked with agitation and haste. “ The less, and a bonnie death-bed story he'll make on't, if he tells the truth. And then, I stood and thought, may be, said Bailie Burnewin.

saints be near us, woman; have ye seen a spirit also ?”

« Spirit !" said the dame, an interon the wild stories the neighbours tell of sights seen at mid

ogatory suggesting words which she could not otherwise night around his house_how he cannot rest in his bed, but find_“ ten times worse than a thousand spirits—would converses with his dumb horse to drown darker thoughts ; rather face all the shadows of sinners which haunt the while atween his own house and the stable, the shadowy earth, than sit five minutes longer by the bedside of auld fingers of an auld Packman are seen plucking at him. A Lowrie ; the fiends have bold of him, there's little doubt of golden pose Auld Linchpin got by nicking the pedlar's that, for he's talking to them, and bargaining for a cozie thrapple, else there are many liars. There was my douce

seat in the lowing heugh,-its fearful to hear him—and what gudemother, ye mind her weel, Bailie, many a mutchkin

can have brought the evil spirits around him already,--aeof brandy you and auld Brandyburn, and John Borland, body will dispute possession; and then he thinks the Packand Edgar Wright, and ane 1 winna name, emptied ahint man is at his elbow, and begins to speak about the old throather hallan. Aweel thae days are gane, and my gudemo- cutting story : but his wife, a wicked carlin and a stout, ther too ; but mony a time she told me, when she was a lays ever her hand on his mouth and cries out, he's rar.

tripling of a lassie, that the auld Packman (nae other ing, sirs, he's raving !!~But I think I'm raving myself. name had he) was seen coming laden, horse and man, along Come away, Elder Warpentree, and try and speak solace to the lane to the house of Lowrie Linchpin. He was never his saul, though it be a rotten and a doomed ane; he may more seen; but his horse ran masterless about the fields, and as well gang to hell with the words of salvation sounding mony a ride she, and Peg Lawson, and Nell Thomson had : in his ear.' their daughters are fine madams now, and would nae like Sore groaned the devout man at this angracious and m. to hear that their mothers rode round the town meadows timely summons; he looked on the smoking supper-table ; on a stray horse ; but it is true that I tell ye.”

he thought on the wretched and the worthless being, for “ And now,” said the deacon, “ 1 am come to the pre-whose soul's welfare he was called to minister by prayer sent concernment. I stood looking at old Ne'er-do-goods and supplication, and despairing of success in hiš' interceshouse, and thinking how soon he might be summoned, and sion, he threw himself into a chair, pulled it to the head of what a black account he would render ; when lo, and be the table, laid aside his cap, and spread forth his hands like hold ! what should I see coming towards me from auld Christian spirit of the messenger, reinforced by strong drink,

one ready to bless the savoury morsel before him The Lowrie's, but a creature, the queerest creature that een ever saw! I thought I should have sunk where I stood," kirk, indeed, to sit down to his smoking supper, with this

came down like a whirlwind. 6 A bonnie elder of God's with dread, and yet the worst had not happened. I could full-fed cronies aside him, and leave a poor soul to sink nae for my soul take my een from it, and straight towards me it came. I think I see it yet--the breeks of hodan among the fathomless waters of eternity. Had it been a gray, the Packman plaid , and the Kilmarnock bonnet ; the haste might have been less; but a Being covered with

douce and a devout person that was ať death's door, the hair of my own heal, gray and thin though it be, raised crimes as with a garment; whose teft hand clutched men's the bonnet from my own brow. Oh! William Warpen- gold, and whose right hand wrought in urder; it's a burning tree, could I have remembered but three words of thy prayer, shame and a crying scandal, top to lay awid seek to save, and which seven times to my knowledge ye have poured out

send him the road of repentanceoma bonnie elder, indeed! before men who swear by the wolf s head and shuttle in its o my conscience, Sir, if I'm buk spāred' to Sundari mouth, I might have come off crouse, ' perchance, and stand nae up and proclaim ye for a sensual and selfisk man, triumphant. But the world winna credit it-I tried to who shuns the dying man's couch for the sake of n savoury pray—I tried to bless myself, I could neither do the one supper, may the holy

minister give me a hot face, clad in nor the other, and curses and disereditable oaths came to a penitential garment on the cutty stool.” During this my lips ; I shall never dare to sing a psalm, or speak of a outpouring of remonstrance and wrath the good man found thing that's holy again."

leisure for reflection; he rose ere she concludedyussured The deacon's story had proceeded thus far; Marion had, his hat and mantle, and saying, “ I will go to the couch of with a light foot, and a diligent hand, and an ear that this wicked man, but wicked should I be 40; bold out the drank in every word of the narrative, replenished the table hope that an hour of repentance will atone for anlagt of with a noble haggis reeking and rich, and distilling streams crime; its but casting precious words away, ane might as of amber from every pore ; while , from the collops scored is well try to make damask napery out of sacklotlu theues

, smoke thick and savoury ascended ; and a table of inferior as make a member for bliss out of such a sinner as Lowrie size exhibited an ancient punch bowl, cariously hooped and Linchpin.", clasped, flanked by a brace of gardevines, filled to the corks with choice gin and brandy. Upon the whole looked the I him scated in his arm chair, pale and exhausted ; his clothes

When the elder entered the dying mau's abode he found

tress than heart

torn to shreds, and his hair (as lintwhite and long, as if “ I see him, thero he sits ; there he sits; a thousandfand it had waved over the temples of a saint) scattered about in a thousand times have' I seen him seated and watching, and handfuls; while his wife, a 'stern and stout old dame, pin- he will have me soon : ah, it's he—it's he lyMy dog Tippler ioned him down in his 's

seat, and fixed upon him two fierce sees him, too, and the creature shivers with fear, for he lapt and threatening eyes, of which he seemed to be in awe his blood as it streamed o'er my wife's knuckles. upon the 4 And what, in the fiend's name, brought auld Wylie War- floor.” The dying man paused again, and he said, “ Wife, pentree here at this uncivil hour, when we have more dis. woman, fiend, why come ye not when I call? Wipe my

heart can well endure,” said she of the Haunted brow, woman, and clear my een, and let me look on someHouse ;' « are ye come to steal our purse under the pretence thing that seems as a black shadow seated beside me;" and of prayer, like bonnie Elder Haudthegrup ? de'el may care passing his own hand over his eyes, he looked steadfastly. if ye were all dancing on the morning air in a St. John

on the elder, and uttering a cry of fear, fell back in his stone cravat; the land would be well rid of ye.” “Woman, chair, and lay, with his palms spread over his face, mutterwoman," said the elder, in, a tone of sorrow and Christian ing. “I thought it was something from the other world ; submission,

&

wherefore would ye asperse the servants of and it's ten times worse ; an elder of the kirk ! an elder of Him above; I come not here to take, neither come I hither the kirk! He's come to hearken my disordered words ; to to steal, but I come to one sick and subdued in spirit, sick listen to my ravings, and bear witness against me. Oh, even unto death, for the hand of the enemy will soon be upon farewell to the fair, and the honest, and the spotless name him.' Oh'man!” said he, addressing the dying person, “ if that my father gave me. The name of my forebears will be ye had seven years to live, as ye may have but seven

put in a prayer, made a proverb in a sermon, and hallooed minutes; if

your soul was as pure as the unfallen snow, in a psalm; the auld wives as they go to the kirk will now descending at your window, instead of being stained shake their Bibles at the naked walls, and the haunted as with ink, and spotted as with crimson, I say unto you house, and say blood has been avenged." The shudder of repent, repent; cast thyself in the ashes, groan and spread death canie upon him ; he tried to start from his seat; he thy hands, night and morn, and noontide; thy spirit will held out his hands like one repulsing the approach of an find it all too little to atone for thy follies, for thy faults, enemy, and uttering a loud groan, expired. “I have been and for _"“ Devil! wilt thou talk about the Pedlar at many a death-bed,” said William Warpentree, resuming also,” exclaimed Dame Linchpin, placing her hand, as she his seat at his supper-table, and casting a look of sorrow, spoke, on the mouth of the elder; “ its enough that my on the diminished haggis—“but I never was at the marrow own poor, old demented husband should upbraid me with of this :—and now for the collops scored."planning and plotting on't, without any uncivil tongue. Oh, sirs! but I am a poor broken-hearted mad old woman,

WILLIAM AND NANCY. and my words should not be minded to my character's « Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy, harm ;" and she covered her face with her hand and wept

The fleecy snow frown'd on the whitened shore;

Cold as the fears that chilld her drcary fancy, aloud

While she her sailor from ter bosom tore. “Ay, ay!" exclaimed her husband, “I'm coming—I'm I've lost one eye, and I've got a timber toe," sung old Joe comingwill ye not indulge me with another little little Jennings, as he swivelled round on his wooden pin, while year-I have much to settlemach to do, and much to say, bustling through the comical Jack-in-the-box gate, at the and I'm not so old--what is seventy and eight? There's east end of the Naval Asylum going into Greenwich

Park twenty in the parish older, and my limbs are strong and

" I've lost one eye and I've got a timber toe." my sight's good. I can see to read the small print Bible « And where did you leave your eye, Joe ?" "In the Gut without glass, and that's a gallant brag at my time of life of Gibralter.” “Well, Joe, you'll never see double again. Weel, weel, all flesh is grass, the word says that, and I shall Come, let's freshen the vip, my old boy, and spin us a tough fulfil it---but wherefore am I not to die in my bed like my yarn.' Tell the gemmen about Nancy and her husband; douce father? ye will never punish an old man like me my souppers run over whenevér ‘1 think of it.” “Why, its bad for the land when the gallows sees gray hairs. ay, he shall have it, and do'lend me a lift if I should break

down, though I don't much fear it. Why, d'ye see, sir,' Prove it! who will prove it I pray thee?--Who shall tell Bill Neville was our messmate, and he used to tell us a that I slew him for his bald how my wife plotted his little of his history, And so, sir, he was brought up in a death, and helped me bravel x 19 spill his blood, and rifle country village, and loved his wife when only a little girl ; his well-filled pack ? - Ahkmony a bonnie summer day bas and he went to sea, thinking to make his fortune for her

sake. Well, he got to be master of a merchantman, and she gone gaily to kirk and market with the price of our then they were married. Who can describe the pleasures salvation on her back...She gave a gallant mantle from the of that moment when their hands were spliced at the altar, pack to the proud wife of Provost Mucklejohn ; the wife's and he hailed her as his own. But he was obliged to sail good luck was ended : she gave a plaid to Baillie Proudfoot, again, “oh!" said Nancy," should you never return, what and proud was he no longer; he was found drowned in the shall. I do? where shall I pass_where end my wretched

days!" His heart was too full to speak ; one hand clasped Nithyou the third day: it was nae sonsie to wear the silks in hers, the other pointed to the broad expanse where the and sating, and fine raiment, of which a dead man was the noon-day sun was shining with meridian splendour. It owner. : Weel, weel, woman, if ye will tell of me, 'even had a double meaning-Nancy felt it. Well, air, eighteen tell-all that ye can say' is easily summed. 'Hearken, and months rolld away, during which, in due time, Nancy I will disclose it myself . He came with his packs and his brought into the world a dear pledge of affection-a lovely

But oh, the agony of the mother as every day pillions filled with rich sating, and fine-twined linen,' and dragged on without intelligence from William! When silver in his ponch, and gold in his purse. "I was poor, and she looked at the sweet babe—was it indeed fatherless, and my mind was prone to evil." "Here he clenched his teeth,' she a widow? You'll excuse my stopping, sir, but indeed

I cant help itzi I've shed tears over it many a time. wrung his hands fiercely for a moment, his colour changed,

“Well, sir, eighteen months was turned, when one morn. his lips quivered, and he said, in a low and determined tone l'ing Nancy rose to pour out her heart before her Maker

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