have learned to write and read, for one can always say such fine words whatever should befall them."

Archibald, rejoicing in the impression which his vigorous measures had made upon the intractable dairy maid, now applied himself, as a sensible and good-natured man, to secure by fair means the ascendency which he had obtained by some wholesome violence; and he succeeded so well in representing to her the idle nature of her fears, and the impossibility of leaving her upon the beach, enthroned in an empty carriage, that the good understanding of the party was completely revived ere they landed at Roseneath.

CHAPTER XLII.

Did Fortune guide,

Or rather Destiny, our bark, to which

We could appoint no port, to this best place?

FLETCHER.

THE islands in the Firth of Clyde, which the daily passage of so many smoke-pennoned steam-boats now render 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 Cumbrays, 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

protected to the westward Accordingly, the weeping

storms, lying landlocked and by the shores of Ayrshire. 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 possess that mildness which is favourable to consumptive cases.

The picturesque beauty of the island of Roseneath, in particular, had such recommendations, that the 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, approached the shores of the isle.

When they touched the landing-place, which was partly shrouded by some old low but wide-spreading oaktrees, 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 copper buckles-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 dutiful 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 house-Bless 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 eager 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 inquiry)—" and Mr. and Mrs. Saddletree-and Dumbiedikes-and a' friends?" "A' weel-a' weel, praise to His name!"

"And-Mr. Butler-he wasna weel when I gaed

awa?"

"He is quite mended-quite weel," replied her father.

"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!"

"Can the un

"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." "The Lord protect us!" said Jeanie.happy bairn hae left you for that villain?” "It is ower truly spoken," said Deansher 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.

"She has left

"And wi' that man?-that fearfu' man?" said Jeanie. And she has left us to gang aff wi' him?—O Effie, Effie, wha could hae thought it, after sic a deliverance as you had been gifted wi'!"