probably, annexis, connexis,) and a' the rest of your friends, maun gie place to the langest claymore." "And that claymore shall be ours, Bailie," said the Chieftain, who saw that Macwheeble looked very blank at this intimation.

"We'll give them the metal our mountain affords, Lillibulero, bullen a la,

And in place of broad-pieces, we'll pay with broadswords, Lero, lero, &c.

With duns and with debts we will soon clear our score,

Lillibulero, &c.

For the man that's thus paid will crave payment no more, Lero, lero,' &c.*

But come, Bailie, be not cast down; drink your wine with a joyous heart; the Baron shall return safe and victorious to Tully-Veolan, and unite Killancureit's lairdship with his own, since the cowardly half-bred swine will not turn out for the Prince like a gentleman.”

"To be sure, they lie maist ewest,"† said the Bailie, wiping his eyes, " and should naturally fa' under the same factory."

"And I," proceeded the Chieftain, “shall take care of myself, too; for you must know, I have to complete a good work here, by bringing Mrs Flockhart into the bosom of the Catholic church, or at least half way, and that is to your Episcopal meeting-house. O Baron! if you heard her fine counter-tenor admonishing Kate and Matty in the morn

* These lines, or something like them, occur in an old Ma gazine of the period.

ti. e. Contiguous.

ing, you, who understand music, would tremble at the idea of hearing her shriek in the psalmody of Haddo s Hole."

"Lord forgie you, colonel, how ye rin on! But I hope your honours will tak tea before ye gang to the palace, and I maun gang and mask it for you.”

So saying, Mrs Flockhart left the gentlemen to their own conversation, which, as might be supposed, turned chiefly upon the approaching events of the campaign

CHAPTER XIV.

The Ball.

ENSIGN MACCOMBICH having gone to the Highland camp upon duty, and Bailie Macwheeble having retired to digest his dinner, and Evan Dhu's intimation of martial law, in some blind changehouse, Waverley, with the Baron and the Chieftain, proceeded to Holyrood-House. The two last were in full tide of spirits, and the Baron rallied in his way our hero upon the handsome figure which his new dress displayed to advantage. "If you have any design upon the heart of a bonny Scotch lassie, I would premonish you, when you address her, to remember and quote the words of Virgilius :

• Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis in armis,
Tela inter media atque adversos detinet hostes:'

Whilk verses Robertson of Struan, Chief of the Clan Donnochy, (unless the claims of Lude ought to be preferred primo loco,) has thus elegantly ren. dered:

For cruel love has gartan'd low my leg,
And clad my hurdies in a philabeg.'

Although, indeed, ye wear the trews, a garment

whilk I approve maist of the twa, as mair ancient

and seemly."

"Or rather," said Fergus," hear my song:*

'She wadna hae a Lowland laird,

Nor be an English lady;

But she's away with Duncan Græme,
And he's row'd her in his plaidy.'"

By this time they reached the palace of Holyrood, and were announced respectively as they entered the apartments.

It is but too well known how many gentlemen of rank, education, and fortune, took a concern in the ill-fated and desperate undertaking of 1745. The ladies, also, of Scotland very generally espoused the cause of the gallant and handsome young Prince, who threw himself upon the mercy of his countrymen, rather like a hero of romance than a calculating politician. It is not, therefore, to be wondered that Edward, who had spent the greater part of his life in the solemn seclusion of Waverley-Honour, should have been dazzled at the liveliness and elegance of the scene now exhibited in the longdeserted halls of the Scottish palace. The accompaniments, indeed, fell short of splendour, being such as the confusion and hurry of the time admitted; still, however, the general effect was striking, and, the rank of the company considered, might well be called brilliant.

It was not long before the lover's eye discovered the object of his attachment. Flora Mac-Ivor was in the act of returning to her seat, near the top

of the room, with Rose Bradwardine by her side. Among much elegance and beauty, they had attracted a great degree of the public attention, being certainly two of the handsomest women present. The Prince took much notice of both, particularly of Flora, with whom he danced; a preference which she probably owed to her foreign education, and command of the French and Italian languages.

When the bustle attending the conclusion of the dance permitted, Edward, almost intuitively, followed Fergus to the place where Miss Mac-Ivor was seated. The sensation of hope, with which he had nursed his affection in absence of the beloved object, seemed to vanish in her presence, and, like one striving to recover the particulars of a forgotten dream, he would have given the world at that moment to have recollected the grounds on which he had founded expectations which now seemed so delusive. He accompanied Fergus with downcast eyes, tingling ears, and the feelings of the criminal, who, while the melancholy cart moves slowly through the crowds that have assembled to behold his execution, receives no clear sensation either from the noise which fills his ears, or the tumult on which he casts his wandering look.

Flora seemed a little-a very little-affected and discomposed at his approach. "I bring you an adopted son of Ivor," said Fergus.

"And I receive him as a second brother," re plied Flora.

There was a slight emphasis on the word, which would have escaped every ear but one that was fe