to which he was subjected nearly half a century ago. The grave contains the dust of the Reverend Archibald Warwick, the Presbyterian clergyman of the parish, "hung in rebellion," during the melancholy year 1798. There were two old grey-headed Presbyterians in the churchyard, who regarded the grave with undivided attention; the younger of the two was evidently a native of Scotland. His companion, we soon learned, had witnessed the execution of him who, however mistaken his views, was-if love of country and zeal to do it service can merit the title-a Patriot-a Patriot in the highest sense of the term. It was touching to hear the old man's hard, stern voice tremble, and to see the muscles of his firm-set mouth relax, while he spoke of the pastor, who, in love, was nearer to him than a brother. He stood erect at the foot of the grave that had been green for many years, and spoke as if he wished "the strangers to hear and remember his words; and when his voice faltered, he did not appear ashamed of his emotion, but paused, removed his hat, and wiped the heavy dew from his forehead, pushing back his white hair-and thus having regained his selfpossession, continued his theme, as if it had not been interrupted. No ordinary person could have created an attachment of such an enduring nature in so stern and firm a man, as was he, whose affection had outlived his other feelings. Love is the first feeling that springs up within our hearts, but if it be not the first to wither, it is often the first to change; in this man it had en dured in all its freshness, even to the end—for his body was bowed down towards the earth that would soon demand the shrunken frame which contained a spirit that age could not chill, and a heart which misfortune had not altered. "I was much his senior," he said, "yet I was left when he was taken;-so brave, so disinterested—the love of his country was rooted in his heart, and flourished until death destroyed the life he held but in trust for his country's good. He was born to a high place on earth," added the old man poetically, "but he was not destined to fill it; it was reserved for him in heaven. Young, handsome, eloquent, and of a presence so endearing that those who looked upon him once never forgot him; he commanded esteem while he won affection. If he had been less engaging, he would have been more fortunate; for then he could not have been regarded as an object of such danger to the Government, but as one to whom they would gladly have extended mercy for the sake of conciliation. I do not know," he continued, "how it is, but when we regard those we love and cherish, it seems impossible that we should bear to be separated from them. I thought when I looked upon his features, that were rendered so composed, so dignified by the approach of a death which filled the hearts of all his friends with uncontrollable anguish-I thought it was not possible I could survive the cherished boy I had watched from infancy to manhood. This was a wicked rebellion to God's will, but I was reproved-and even by him who counted death a triumph in the cause. I was reproved by a patience and fortitude that passed all understanding. He stood at the fatal tree as a conqueror rather than a victim, and yet, triumphing before men, his spirit bowed before his God. They had ordered a strong guard to prevent commotion, for as a Christian teacher he was beloved by his flock, while those who held the same political faith regarded him as a martyr, and thousands had assembled from all parts of the country to take the last farewell of so extraordinary a man. Mothers held up their children, hoping that his eyes might rest upon them. And strong men, who would have been ashamed of tears, hung down their heads, and wept-yet there he stood, in the sight of the people who looked more like a congregation than a multitude come to view an execution erect before the God he was to meet within the hourerect in mind and body. He was, literally, in the centre of his church, dying a shameful death in the presence of hundreds to whom he had taught humility, charity, and peace-their duty to God and their duty to their neighbour. He was in sight of his own house; every cottage where he had been a comforter was in his viewfor the spot upon which he was sacrificed was a height above the valley, upon the side of yonder lofty mountain; his eye could roam over the landscape for many miles. He spoke a few wordstheir tone entered into my heart; but I could not comprehend their meaning-I was bewildered-God knows how I should have embraced |