The Project Gutenberg EBook of Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland Volume 17, by Alexander Leighton This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland Volume 17 Author: Alexander Leighton Release Date: October 19, 2008 [EBook #26962] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS *** Produced by David Clarke, Mark H Van Tuyl and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net Wilson's Tales of the Borders AND OF SCOTLAND. HISTORICAL, TRADITIONARY, & IMAGINATIVE, WITH A GLOSSARY. REVISED BY ALEXANDER LEIGHTON, One of the Original Editors and Contributors. VOL. XVII. LONDON WALTER SCOTT, 14 PATERNOSTER SQUARE, AND NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE. 1884. CONTENTS. Page ROGER GOLDIE'S NARRATIVE, (John Mackay Wilson), 1 HOGMANAY; OR, THE LADY OF BALOOCHGRAY, (Alexander Leighton), 33 GLEANINGS OF THE COVENANT, (Professor Thomas Gillespie)— X. SERGEANT WILSON, 65 XI. HELEN PALMER, 72 XII. THE CAIRNY CAVE OF GAVIN MUIR, 80 XIII. PORTER'S HOLE, 92 THE RECLUSE, (Alexander Campbell), 95 A HIGHLAND TRADITION, (Alexander Campbell), 125 THE SURGEON'S TALES, (Alexander Leighton)— THE BEREAVED, 129 THE CONDEMNED, 145 THE UNBIDDEN GUEST, (John Mackay Wilson), 161 THE SIMPLE MAN IS THE BEGGAR'S BROTHER, (John M. Wilson), 170 TALES OF THE EAST NEUK OF FIFE, (Matthew Forster Conolly)— THE ROBBERY AT PITTENWEEM AND THE PORTEOUS MOB, 194 STORY OF CHARLES GORDON AND CHRISTINA CUNNINGHAM, 220 A LEGEND OF CALDER MOOR, (John Howell), 237 HUME AND THE GOVERNOR OF BERWICK, (Alexander Leighton), 269 WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS, AND OF SCOTLAND. ROGER GOLDIE'S NARRATIVE. A TALE OF THE FALSE ALARM. YE HAVE HEARD OF THE FALSE ALARM, (SAID ROGER GOLDIE,) WHICH, FOR THE SPACE OF WELLNIGH FOUR AND TWENTY HOURS, FILLED THE COUNTIES UPON THE BORDER WITH EXCEEDING GREAT CONSTERNATION, AND AT THE SAME TIME CALLED FORTH AN EXAMPLE OF GENERAL AND DEVOTED HEROISM, AND LOVE OF COUNTRY, SUCH AS IS NOWHERE RECORDED IN THE ANNALS OF ANY NATION UPON THE FACE OF THE GLOBE. GOOD CAUSE HAVE I TO REMEMBER IT; AND WERE I TO LIVE A THOUSAND YEARS, IT NEVER WOULD BE EFFACED FROM MY RECOLLECTION. WHAT FIRST GAVE RISE TO THE ALARM, I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE CLEARLY TO ASCERTAIN UNTO THIS DAY. THERE WAS A HOUSE-HEATING UP BESIDE PRESTON, WITH FEASTING AND DANCING; AND A GREAT LIGHT, LIKE THAT OF A FLAMBEAU, PROCEEDED FROM THE ONSTEAD. NOW, SOME SAY THAT THE MAN THAT KEPT THE BEACON ON HOWNAMLAW, MISTOOK THE LIGHT FOR THE SIGNAL ON DUNSELAW; AND THE MAN AT DUNSELAW, IN HIS TURN, SEEING HOWNAM FLARE UP, LIGHTED HIS FIRES ALSO, AND SPEEDILY THE RED BURNING ALPHABET OF WAR BLAZED ON EVERY HILL TOP—A SPIRIT SEEMED TO FLY FROM MOUNTAIN TO MOUNTAIN, TOUCHING THEIR SUMMITS WITH FIRE, AND WRITING IN THE FLAME THE WORD— invasion! OTHERS SAY THAT IT AROSE FROM THE INDIVIDUAL WHO KEPT WATCH AT HUME CASTLE BEING DECEIVED BY AN ACCIDENTAL FIRE OVER IN NORTHUMBERLAND; AND A VERY GENERAL SUPPOSITION IS, THAT IT AROSE FROM A FEINT ON THE PART OF A GREAT SEA-ADMIRAL, WHICH HE MADE IN ORDER TO TRY THE COURAGE AND LOYALTY OF THE NATION. TO THE LAST REPORT, HOWEVER, I ATTACH NO CREDIT. THE FABLE INFORMS US, THAT THE SHEPHERD LADDIE LOST HIS SHEEP, BECAUSE HE CRIED, "THE WOLF!" WHEN THERE WAS NO WOLF AT HAND; AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN POLICY SIMILAR TO HIS, TO HAVE CRIED, "An invasion!" WHEN THERE WAS NO INVASION. NEITHER NATIONS NOR INDIVIDUALS LIKE SUCH PRACTICAL JOKES. IT IS ALSO CERTAIN THAT THE ALARM WAS NOT FIRST GIVEN BY THE BEACONS ON THE SEA-COAST; AND THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT THAT THE MISTAKE originated either at Hownamlaw or Hume Castle. I recollect it was in the beginning of February 1804. I occupied a house then about half a mile out of Dunse, and lived COMFORTABLY, AND I WILL SAY CONTENTEDLY, ON THE INTEREST OF SIXTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS WHICH I HAD INVESTED IN THE FUNDS; AND IT REQUIRED BUT LITTLE DISCRIMINATION TO FORESEE, THAT, IF THE FRENCH FAIRLY GOT A FOOTING IN OUR COUNTRY, FUNDED PROPERTY WOULD NOT BE WORTH AN OLD SONG. I COULD AT ALL TIMES HAVE RISKED MY LIFE IN DEFENCE OF MY NATIVE LAND, FOR THE LOVE I BORE IT; THOUGH YOU WILL PERCEIVE THAT I HAD A DOUBLE MOTIVE TO DO SO; AND THE MORE PARTICULARLY, AS, OUT OF THE INTEREST OF MY FUNDED CAPITAL, I MAINTAINED IN COMPETENCE AN AFFECTIONATE WIFE AND A DUTIFUL SON—OUR ONLY CHILD. THE NAME OF MY WIFE WAS AGNES, AND THE NAME OF MY SON—WHO, AT THE TIME OF THE ALARM, WAS SIXTEEN—WAS ROBERT. UPON THEIR ACCOUNT IT OFTEN CAUSED ME GREAT UNEASINESS, WHEN I READ AND HEARD OF THE VICTORIES AND THE THREATENINGS OF THE TERRIBLE CORSICAN. I SOMETIMES DREAMED THAT HE HAD MARCHED A MIGHTY ARMY ON A BRIDGE OF BOATS ACROSS THE STRAITS OF DOVER, AND THAT HE HAD NOT ONLY SEIZED MY SIXTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS, BUT DRAWN MY SON, MY ONLY SON, ROBIE, AS A CONSCRIPT, TO FIGHT AGAINST HIS OWN NATURAL AND LAWFUL COUNTRY, AND, PERHAPS, TO SHOOT HIS FATHER! I THEREFORE, AS IN DUTY BOUND, AS A TRUE AND LOYAL SUBJECT, HAD ENROLLED MYSELF IN THE DUNSE VOLUNTEERS. SOME JOINED THE VOLUNTEERS TO ESCAPE BEING DRAWN FOR THE MILITIA, BUT I COULD GIVE MY SOLEMN AFFIDAVIT, THAT I HAD NO MOTIVE BUT THE DEFENCE OF MY COUNTRY—AND MY PROPERTY, WHICH, AS I have said, was a double inducement. I DID NOT MAKE A DISTINGUISHED FIGURE IN THE CORPS, FOR MY STATURE DID NOT EXCEED FIVE FEET TWO INCHES. BUT ALTHOUGH MY BODY WAS SMALL, NO MAN WAS MORE PUNCTUAL ON THE PARADE; AND I WILL AFFIRM, WITHOUT VANITY, NONE MORE ACTIVE, OR HAD A BOLDER HEART. IT ALWAYS APPEARED TO ME TO BE THE HEIGHT OF FOLLY TO REFUSE TO ADMIT A MAN INTO A REGIMENT, BECAUSE NATURE HAD NOT FORMED HIM A GIANT. THE LITTLE MAN IS NOT SO APT TO SHOOT OVER THE HEAD OF AN ENEMY, AND HE RUNS LESS RISK OF BEING SHOT HIMSELF—TWO THINGS VERY NECESSARY TO BE CONSIDERED IN A BATTLE; AND WERE I A GENERAL, I WOULD HAVE A regiment where five feet two should be the maximum height even for the grenadier company. BUT, AS I WAS SAYING, IT WAS EARLY IN THE FEBRUARY OF 1804, ON THE SECOND NIGHT, IF I RECOLLECT ARIGHT—I HAD BEEN AN HOUR ABED, AND WAS LYING ABOUT THREE PARTS ASLEEP, WHEN I WAS STARTED WITH A SORT OF BUM, BUMMING, LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM. I THOUGHT ALSO THAT I HEARD PEOPLE RUNNING ALONG THE ROAD, PAST THE DOOR. I LISTENED, AND, TO MY HORROR, I DISTINCTLY HEARD THE ALARM DRUM BEATING TO ARMS. IT WAS A DREADFUL SOUND TO AROUSE A MAN FROM HIS SLEEP IN OUR PEACEFUL land. "ROBIE!" CRIED I TO MY SON, "RISE, MY MAN, RISE, AND RUN DOWN TO THE TOWN, AND SEE WHAT IS THE MATTER, THAT THEY ARE beating the alarm drum at this time of night. I fear that"— "Oh, dearsake, Roger!" cried Agnes, grasping my arm, "what do ye fear?" "That—that there's a fire in the town," said I. "WEEL," QUOTH SHE, "IT CANNA REACH US. BUT ON DEAR ME! YE HAVE MADE MY HEART BEAT AS IF IT WOULD START FROM MY breast—for I thought ye was gaun to say that ye was feared the French were landed!" "I hope not," said I. But, in truth, it was that which I did fear. ROBIE WAS A BOLD, SPIRITED LADDIE; AND HE RUSHED OUT OF THE HOUSE, COLD AS IT WAS, HALF-DRESSED, AND WITHOUT HIS JACKET; BUT HE HAD NOT BEEN ABSENT A MINUTE, WHEN HE HURRIED BACK AGAIN, AND CRIED BREATHLESSLY AS HE ENTERED —"Faither! faither! the Law is a' in a lowe!—the French are landed!" I WAS THEN STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR, PUTTING ON MY CLOTHES; AND, STARTING AS THOUGH I HAD SEEN AN APPARITION, I EXCLAIMED—"THE FRENCH LANDED!—RISE, AGNES! RISE, AND GET ME MY ACCOUTREMENTS. FOR THIS DAY I WILL ARM AND DO battle in defence of my native land." "ROGER! ROGER!" CRIED MY WIFE, "WHEREFORE WILL YE ACT FOOLISHLY. STOP AT HOME, AS A MAN OUGHT TO DO, TO PRESERVE AND PROTECT HIS AIN FAMILY AND HIS AIN PROPERTY. WHEREFORE WOULD YE RISK LIFE OR LIMB WITHOUTEN CAUSE. THERE WILL BE ENOUGH TO FIGHT THE FRENCH WITHOUT YOU—UNMARRIED MEN, OR MEN THAT HAVE NAEBODY TO LEAVE BEHINT THEM AND TO MOURN FOR them." "AGNES," SAID I, IN A TONE WHICH MANIFESTED MY AUTHORITY, AND AT THE SAME TIME SHEWED THE COURAGEOUSNESS OF MY SPIRIT—"GET ME MY ACCOUTREMENTS. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE FIRST UPON THE PARADE, AND I WILL NOT BE THE LAST TO SHEW MY FACE UPON THE FIELD OF BATTLE. I AM BUT A LITTLE MAN—THE LEAST BATTALION MAN IN THE WHOLE CORPS—BUT I HAVE A HEART AS BIG AS THE BIGGEST OF THEM. BONAPARTE HIMSELF IS NO GOLIATH, AND A SHOT FROM MY MUSKET MIGHT REACH HIS BREAST, WHEN A TALLER man would be touching the cockade on his cocked hat. Therefore, quick! quick!—get me my accoutrements." "OH, GUIDMAN!" CRIED SHE, "YOUR POOR, HEART-BROKEN WIFE WILL FALL ON HER KNEES BEFORE YE—AND I IMPLORE YE, FOR MY SAKE, AND FOR THE SAKE O' OUR DEAR BAIRN, THAT YE WINNA FLING AWAY LIFE, AND RUSH UPON DESTRUCTION. WHAT IN THE NAME OF FORTUNE, HAS A PEACEABLE MAN LIKE YOU TO DO WI' WAR OR WI' BONAPARTE EITHER? DINNA THINK OF LEAVING THE HOUSE THIS NIGHT, AND I MYSELF WILL GO DOWN TO THE TOWN AND PROCURE A SUBSTITUTE IN YOUR STEAD. I HAVE FIFTEEN POUNDS IN THE KIST, THAT I HAVE BEEN SCRAPING THEGITHER FOR THESE TWELVE YEARS PAST, AND I WILL GIE THEM TO ONY MAN THAT WILL TAKE YOUR PLACE IN THE volunteers, and go forth to fight the French in your stead." "GUIDWIFE," SAID I, ANGRILY, "YE FORGET WHAT YE ARE TALKING ABOUT. THE FRENCH ARE LANDED, AND EVERY MAN, AULD AND YOUNG, MUST TAKE UP ARMS. YE WOULD HAVE ME TO BECOME THE LAUGHING-STOCK OF BOTH TOWN AND COUNTRY. THEREFORE GET me my accoutrements, and let me down to the cross." "O ROBIE, MY BAIRN!—MY ONLY BAIRN!" CRIED SHE, WEEPING, AND ADDRESSING OUR SON, "TRY YE TO PREVAIL UPON YOUR faither to gie up his mad resolution. If he leave us, he will mak you faitherless and me a widow." "MOTHER," SAID THE LADDIE, GALLANTLY, "THE FRENCH ARE LANDED, AND MY FAITHER MAUN HELP TO DRIVE THEM INTO THE SEA. I WILL tak my pistol and gang wi' him, and if ony thing happens, I will be at hand to assist him." "HAUD, HAUD YOUR TONGUE, YE SILLY CALLANT!" SHE EXCLAIMED, IN GREAT TRIBULATION, "YE ARE AS GREAT A FOOL AS YOUR FAITHER IS. He sees what he has made o' you. But as the auld cock craws the young ane learns." I FELT A SORT OF GLOW OF SATISFACTION WARMING MY HEART AT THE MANIFESTATION OF MY SON'S SPIRIT; BUT I KNEW THAT IN ONE OF HIS AGE, AND ESPECIALLY AT SUCH A TIME, AND WITH SUCH A PROSPECT BEFORE US, IT WAS NOT RIGHT TO ENCOURAGE IT, AND IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE FOR A FOND PARENT TO INCITE HIS ONLY SON TO THE PERFORMANCE OF AN ACT THAT WOULD ENDANGER HIS LIFE. I THEREFORE SPOKE TO HIM KINDLY, BUT, AT THE SAME TIME, WITH THE FIRMNESS NECESSARY TO ENFORCE THE COMMANDS OF A FATHER, AND SAID —"YE ARE TOO YOUNG, ROBIN, TO BECOME A PARTICIPATOR IN SCENES OF WAR AND HORROR. YOUR YOUNG BOSOM, THAT IS YET A STRANGER TO SORROW, MUST NOT BE EXPOSED TO THE DESTROYING BULLET; NOR YOUR BONNY CHEEK, WHERE THE ROSE-BUD BLOOMS, DISFIGURED WITH THE SABRE OR THE HORSE'S HOOF. YE MUST NOT BREAK YOUR MOTHER'S HEART, BUT STAY AT HOME TO COMFORT AND defend her, when your father is absent fighting for ye both." THE BOY LISTENED TO ME IN SILENCE, BUT I THOUGHT THAT SULLENNESS MINGLED WITH HIS OBEDIENCE, AND I HAD NEVER SEEN HIM SULLEN BEFORE. AGNES WENT AROUND THE HOUSE WEEPING, AND FINDING THAT I WAS NOT TO BE GAINSAYED, SHE BROUGHT ME MY MILITARY APPAREL AND MY WEAPONS OF WAR. WHEN, THEREFORE, I WAS ARRAYED AND READY FOR THE FIELD, AND WHILE THE ROLL OF THE DRUM WAS STILL SUMMONING US TO MUSTER, I TOOK HER HAND TO BID HER FAREWELL—BUT, IN THE FULNESS OF MY HEART, I pressed my lips to hers, and my tears mingled with her own upon her cheek. "Farewell, Agnes," said I, "but I trust—I hope—I doubt not, but we shall soon return safe, sound, and victorious. But IF I SHOULD NOT—IF IT BE SO ORDERED THAT IT IS TO BE MY LOT TO FALL GLORIOUSLY IN DEFENCE OF OUR COUNTRY, OUR SON ROBERT WILL COMFORT YE AND PROTECT YE; AND YE WILL FIND ALL THE PAPERS RELATING TO THE SIXTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS OF FUNDED PROPERTY IN MY PRIVATE DRAWER; ALTHOUGH, IF THE FRENCH GAIN A FOOTING IN THE COUNTRY, I DOUBT IT WILL BE BUT OF SMALL BENEFIT TO YE. AND, IN THAT CASE, ROBIN, MY MAN," ADDED I, ADDRESSING MY SON, "YE WILL HAVE TO LABOUR WITH YOUR HANDS TO PROTECT YOUR mother! Bless you, doubly bless you both." I SAW MY SON FALL UPON HIS MOTHER'S NECK, AND IT AFFORDED ME A CONSOLATION. WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY I GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE, AND I HEARD AGNES SOBBING WHEN I WAS A HUNDRED YARDS DISTANT. I STILL ALSO HEARD THE ROLL OF THE DRUM ROLLING AND RATTLING THROUGH THE STILLNESS OF MIDNIGHT, AND, ON ARRIVING AT THE CROSS, I FOUND A NUMBER OF THE VOLUNTEERS AND A MULTITUDE of the townspeople assembled. No one could tell where the French had landed, but all knew that they had landed. THAT, I ASSURE YE, WAS A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN NIGHT. EVERY PERSON NATURALLY LOOKED ANXIOUS, BUT I BELIEVE I MAY SAFELY SAY, THAT THERE WAS NOT ONE FACE IN A HUNDRED THAT WAS PALE WITH FEAR, OR THAT EXHIBITED A TRACE OF COWARDICE OR TERROR UPON IT. ONE THOUGHT WAS UPPERMOST IN EVERY BOSOM, AND THAT WAS—TO DRIVE BACK THE INVADERS, YEA TO DRIVE THEM INTO, AND DROWN THEM IN THE GERMAN OCEAN, EVEN AS PHARAOH AND HIS HOST WERE ENCOMPASSED BY THE RED SEA AND DROWNED IN IT. GENERALLY SPEAKING, A SPIRIT OF GENUINE, OF UNIVERSAL HEROISM WAS MANIFESTED. THE ALACRITY WITH WHICH THE VOLUNTEERS ASSEMBLED UNDER ARMS, WAS ASTONISHING; NOT BUT THAT THERE WERE A FEW WHO FELL INTO THE RANKS RATHER SLOWLY AND WITH APPARENT RELUCTANCE; BUT SOME OF THOSE, LIKE ME, HAD PERHAPS WIVES TO CLING ROUND THEIR NECKS, AND TO BESEECH THEM NOT TO VENTURE FORTH INTO THE WAR. ONE OF THE LAST WHO APPEARED UPON THE GROUND, WAS MY RIGHT-HAND COMRADE, JONATHAN BARLOWMAN. I HAD TO STEP TO THE LEFT TO MAKE ROOM FOR JONATHAN, AND, AS HE TOOK HIS PLACE BY MY SIDE, I HEARD THE TEETH CHATTERING IN HIS HEAD. OUR COMMANDING OFFICER SPOKE TO HIM RATHER SHARPLY, ABOUT BEING SO SLOW IN TURNING OUT in an hour of such imminent peril. But I believe Jonathan was insensible to the reprimand. THE DRUMS BEGAN TO BEAT AND THE FIFES TO PLAY—THE WORD "MARCH!" WAS GIVEN—THE TOWNSPEOPLE GAVE US THREE CHEERS AS WE BEGAN TO MOVE—AND MY COMRADE JONATHAN, IN HIS AGITATION, PUT HIS WRONG FOOT FOREMOST, AND COULD NOT KEEP THE STEP. SO WE MARCHED ONWARD, ARMED AND FULL OF PATRIOTISM, TOWARDS HADDINGTON, WHICH IN CASE OF THE invasion, was appointed our head-quarters or place of rendezvous. I WILL NOT PRETEND TO SAY THAT I FELT ALTOGETHER COMFORTABLE DURING THE MARCH; INDEED, TO HAVE DONE SO WAS IMPOSSIBLE, FOR THE NIGHT WAS BITTERLY COLD, AND AT ALL TIMES THERE IS BUT LITTLE SHELTER ON THE BLEAK AND WILD LAMMERMOORS; YET THE COLD GAVE ME BUT SMALL CONCERN, IN COMPARISON OF THE THOUGHTS OF MY AGNES AND MY SON ROBIN. I FELT THAT I LOVED THEM EVEN BETTER THAN EVER I HAD IMAGINED I LOVED THEM BEFORE, AND IT CAUSED ME MUCH SILENT AGONY OF SPIRIT WHEN I THOUGHT THAT I HAD PARTED WITH THEM—PERHAPS FOR EVER. YET, EVEN IN THE MIDST OF SUCH THOUGHTS, I WAS CHEERED BY THE GLORIOUS IDEA OF FIGHTING IN DEFENCE OF ONE'S OWN NATIVE COUNTRY; AND I THOUGHT OF WALLACE AND OF BRUCE, AND OF ALL THE HEROES I HAD READ ABOUT WHEN A LADDIE, AND MY BLOOD FIRED AGAIN. I FOUND THAT I HATED OUR INVADERS WITH A PERFECT HATRED—THAT I FEARED NOT TO MEET DEATH—AND I GRASPED MY FIRELOCK MORE FIRMLY, AND A THOUSAND TIMES FANCIED THAT I HAD IT LEVELLED AT THE breast of the Corsican. I INDULGED IN THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHTS UNTIL WE HAD REACHED LONGFORMACUS, AND DURING THAT PERIOD NOT A WORD HAD MY RIGHT-HAND NEIGHBOUR, JONATHAN BARLOWMAN, SPOKEN, EITHER GOOD, BAD, OR INDIFFERENT; BUT I HAD FREQUENTLY HEARD HIM GROAN AUDIBLY, AS THOUGH HIS SPIRIT WERE TROUBLED. AT LENGTH, WHEN WE HAD PASSED LONGFORMACUS, AND WERE IN THE MOST desolate part of the hills—"O Mr Goldie! Mr Goldie!" said he, "is this no dismal?" "I always consider it," answered I, "one of the dreariest spots on the Lammermoors." "O SIR!" SAID HE, "IT ISNA THE DREARINESS O' THE ROAD THAT I AM REFERRING TO. I WOULD RATHER BE SENT ACROSS THE HILLS FROM COWDINGHAM TO LANDER, BLINDFOLD, THAN I WOULD BE SENT UPON AN ERRAND LIKE THIS. BUT IS IT NOT A DISMAL AND A DREADFU' THOUGHT THAT CHRISTIAN MEN SHOULD BE ROUSED OUT OF THEIR BEDS AT THE DEAD OF NIGHT, TO MARCH OWRE MOOR AND MOUNTAIN, to be shot, or to cut each other's throats? It is terrible, Mr Goldie!" NOW, HE WAS A MAN SEVEN INCHES TALLER THAN I WAS, AND I WAS GLAD OF THE OPPORTUNITY OF PROVING TO HIM THAT, THOUGH I had the lesser body, I had the taller spirit of the two—and the spirit makes the man. Therefore I said to him—"Why, Mr BARLOWMAN, YOU SURPRISE ME TO HEAR YOU TALK; WHEN OUR COUNTRY DEMANDS OUR ARMS IN ITS DEFENCE, WE SHOULD BE READY TO LAY DOWN OUR LIVES, IF NECESSARY, BY NIGHT OR BY DAY, ON MOUNTAIN OR IN GLEN, ON MOOR OR IN MEADOW—AND I CANNOT respond your sentiments." "WEEL," SAID HE, "THAT MAY BE YOUR OPINION, AND IT MAY BE A GOOD OPINION, BUT, FOR MY OWN PART, I DO CONFESS THAT I HAVE NO AMBITION FOR THE HONOURS OF EITHER HEROISM OR MARTYRDOM. HAD A PERSON BEEN ALLOWED A DAY TO MAKE A SORT OF DECENT ARRANGEMENT OF THEIR WORLDLY AFFAIRS, IT WADNA HAVE BEEN SAE BAD; BUT TO BE SUMMONED OUT OF YOUR WARM BED AT MIDNIGHT, AND TO TAKE UP AN INSTRUMENT OF DEATH IN THE DARK, AND GO FORTH TO BE SHOT AT!—THERE IS, IN MY OPINION, BUT A SMALL SHARE OF EITHER HONOUR OR GLORY IN THE TRANSACTION. THIS, CERTAINLY, IS PERMANENT DUTY NOW, AND PEREMPTORY DUTY ALSO, WITH A WITNESS! BUT IT IS A DUTY THE MORAL OBLIGATION OF WHICH I CANNOT PERCEIVE; AND I THINK THAT A MAN'S FIRST DUTY IS to look after himself—and family." HE MENTIONED THE WORD "FAMILY" WITH A PECULIARITY OF EMPHASIS WHICH PLAINLY INDICATED THAT HE WISHED IT TO WORK AN EFFECT UPON ME, AND TO BRING ME OVER TO HIS WAY OF THINKING. BUT, INSTEAD OF ITS PRODUCING THAT EFFECT, MY SPIRIT WAXED bolder and bolder as I remained an ear-witness of his cowardice. "COMRADE JONATHAN—I BEG YOUR PARDON, MR BARLOWMAN I MEAN TO SAY," SAID I—"THE FIRST DUTY OF EVERY MAN, WHEN HIS COUNTRY IS IN DANGER, IS TO TAKE UP ARMS IN ITS DEFENCE, AND TO BE READY TO LAY DOWN HIS LIFE, IF HIS BODY WILL FORM A barrier to the approach of an enemy." "IT MAY BE SAE," SAID HE; "BUT I WOULD JUST AS SOON THINK OF MY BODY BEING EATEN BY CANNIBALS, AS APPLIED TO ANY SUCH PURPOSE. IT WILL TAKE A LONG TIME TO CONVINCE ME THAT THERE IS ANY BRAVERY IN A MAN VOLUNTEERING TO 'BE SHOT AT FOR SIXPENCE A-DAY;' AND IT WILL BE AS LONG BEFORE FIGHTING THE FRENCH PREPARE MY LAND FOR THE SPRING SEED. IF I CAN GET A substitute when we reach Haddington, they may fight that likes for me." AS WE MARCHED ALONG, HIS BODY BECAME THE VICTIM OF ONE CALAMITY AFTER ANOTHER. NOW HIS SHOES PINCHED HIS FEET AND CRIPPLED HIM, AND IN A WHILE HE WAS SEIZED WITH CRAMP PAINS IN HIS BREAST, WHICH BENT HIM TOGETHER TWOFOLD. BUT, AS IT WAS GENERALLY SUSPECTED BY THE CORPS THAT JONATHAN WAS, AT BEST, HEN-HEARTED, HE MET WITH LITTLE, INDEED I MAY SAY NO SYMPATHY ON ACCOUNT OF HIS COMPLAINTS, BUT RATHER WITH CONTEMPT; FOR THERE WAS NOT A MAN IN OUR WHOLE REGIMENT, SAVE HIMSELF, THAT DID NOT HATE COWARDICE WITH HIS WHOLE HEART, AND DESPISE IT WITH HIS WHOLE SOUL. WHETHER HE ACTUALLY WAS SUFFERING FROM BODILY PAIN, IN ADDITION TO THE PAIN OF HIS SPIRIT, OR NOT, IT IS NOT FOR ME TO JUDGE. THE DOCTOR CAME TO THE REAR TO SEE HIM, AND HE SAID THAT MR BARLOWMAN CERTAINLY WAS IN A STATE OF HIGH FEVER, THAT WOULD RENDER HIM INCAPABLE OF BEING OF MUCH SERVICE. BUT I THOUGHT THAT HE MADE THE DECLARATION IN AN IRONICAL SORT OF TONE; AND WHETHER IT WAS A FEVER OF FEAR, OF SPIRITUAL TORMENT, OR OF BODILY TORMENT, HE DID NOT TELL. ONE THING IS CERTAIN, THE ONE FREQUENTLY BEGETS THE other. THE WORDS OF THE DOCTOR GAVE A SORT OF LICENSE TO BOLD JONATHAN BARLOWMAN, AND HIS MOANING AND HIS GROANING, HIS WRITHING AND COMPLAINING, INCREASED. HE BEGAN TO FALL BEHIND, AND NOW STOOD FUMBLING WITH HIS PINCHING SHOES, OR BENT HIMSELF DOUBLE WITH HIS HANDS ACROSS HIS BREAST, SIGHING PITEOUSLY, AND SHEDDING TEARS IN ABUNDANCE. AT LENGTH WE LOST SIGHT AND HEARING OF HIM, AND WE IMAGINED THAT HE HAD TURNED BACK, OR PERADVENTURE, LAIN DOWN BY THE WAY; BUT THERE WAS NO TIME FOR US TO RETURN TO SEEK HIM, NOR YET TO LOOK AFTER ONE MAN, WHEN, BELIKE A HUNDRED THOUSAND FRENCH HAD landed. WELL, IT WAS ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER THE FINAL DISAPPEARANCE OF JONATHAN, THAT A STRANGER JOINED OUR RANKS IN HIS STEAD. HE TOOK HIS PLACE CLOSE BY MY SIDE. HE CARRIED A FIRELOCK OVER HIS SHOULDER, AND WAS DRESSED IN A GREATCOAT; BUT SO FAR AS I COULD JUDGE FROM HIS APPEARANCE IN THE DARK, I SUSPECTED HIM TO BE A VERY YOUNG MAN. I COULD NOT GET A WORD OUT OF him, save that in answer to a question—"Are ye Mr Barlowman's substitute?" And he answered—"Yes." BEYOND THAT ONE WORD, I COULD NOT GET HIM TO OPEN HIS MOUTH. HOWEVER, I AFTERWARDS ASCERTAINED THAT THE YOUTH OVERTOOK JONATHAN, WHILE HE WAS WRITHING IN AGONY UPON THE ROAD, AND DECLARING ALOUD THAT HE WOULD GIVE ANY MONEY, FROM TEN TO A HUNDRED GUINEAS, FOR A SUBSTITUTE, BESIDES HIS ARMS AND ACCOUTREMENTS. THE YOUNG MAN LEAPED AT THE PROPOSAL, OR RATHER AT A PART OF IT, FOR HE SAID HE WOULD TAKE NO MONEY, BUT THAT THE OTHER SHOULD GIVE HIM HIS ARMS, AMMUNITION, AND SUCH LIKE, AND HE WOULD BE HIS SUBSTITUTE. JONATHAN JOYFULLY ACCEPTED THE CONDITIONS; BUT WHETHER OR NOT HIS PAINS AND GROANINGS LEFT HIM, WHEN RELIEVED FROM THE WEIGHT OF HIS KNAPSACK, I CANNOT TELL. OUR CORPS VOTED HIM TO BE no man who could find time to be ill, even in earnest, during an invasion. MY ATTENTION, HOWEVER, WAS NOW WHOLLY TAKEN UP WITH THE STRANGER, WHO, IT APPEARED, HAD BEEN DROPPED, AS IF FROM THE CLOUDS, IN THE VERY MIDDLE OF A WASTE, HOWLING WILDERNESS, TO VOLUNTEER TO SERVE IN THE PLACE OF MY CRAVEN COMRADE, JONATHAN BARLOWMAN. THE YOUTH EXCITED MY CURIOSITY THE MORE, BECAUSE, AS I HAVE ALREADY INFORMED YE, HE WAS AS SILENT AS A MILESTONE, AND NOT HALF SO SATISFACTORY; FOR BEYOND THE LITTLE WORD "YES," WHICH I ONCE GOT OUT OF HIM, NOT ANOTHER SYLLABLE WOULD HE BREATHE—BUT HE KEPT HIS HEAD HALF TURNED AWAY FROM ME. I FELT THE CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE ASSURANCE GROWING IN ME MORE AND MORE THAT HE WAS A FRENCH SPY; THEREFORE I KEPT MY MUSKET SO THAT I COULD LEVEL IT AT HIM, AND DISCHARGE IT AT HALF A MOMENT'S WARNING; AND I WAS REJOICING TO THINK THAT IT WOULD BE A GLORIOUS THING IF I GOT AN OPPORTUNITY OF SIGNALIZING MYSELF ON THE VERY FIRST DAY OF THE INVASION. I REALLY BEGAN TO DREAM OF TITLES AND REWARDS, THE THANKS OF PARLIAMENT, AND THE COMMAND OF A REGIMENT. IT IS A MIRACLE THAT, IN THE DELIRIUM OF MY WAKING DREAM, I DID NOT place the muzzle of my musket to my strange comrade's head. BUT DAYLIGHT BEGAN TO BREAK JUST AS WE WERE ABOUT DANSKIN, AND MY CURIOSITY TO SEE THE STRANGER'S FACE—TO MAKE OUT WHO HE WAS OR WHAT HE WAS, OR WHETHER HE WAS A FRENCHMAN, OR ONE OF OUR OWN COUNTRYMEN—WAS BECOMING ALTOGETHER INSUPPORTABLE. BUT, JUST WITH THE FIRST PEEP OF DAY, I GOT A GLIMPSE OF HIS COUNTENANCE. I STARTED BACK FOR FULL five yards—the musket dropped out of my hands! "ROBIE! ROBIE, YE RASCAL!" I EXCLAIMED, IN A VOICE THAT WAS HEARD FROM THE ONE END OF THE LINE TO THE OTHER, AND THAT made the whole regiment halt—"what in the wide world has brought you here? What do ye mean to be after?" "TO FIGHT THE FRENCH, FAITHER!" SAID MY BRAVE LADDIE; "AND YE KEN YE ALWAYS SAID, THAT IN THE EVENT OF AN INVASION, IT WAD BE THE DUTY OF EVERY ONE CAPABLE OF FIRING A MUSKET, OR LIFTING A KNIFE, TO TAKE UP ARMS. I CAN DO BAITH; AND WHAT mair me than another?" THIS WAS TORTURING ME ON THE SHRINE OF MY OWN LOYALTY, AND TURNING MY OWN WEAPONS UPON MYSELF, IN A WAY THAT I never had expected. "ROBIE! YE DAFT, DISOBEDIENT, HEART-BREAKER YE!" CONTINUED I, "DID I NOT COMMAND YE TO REMAIN AT HOME WITH YOUR MOTHER, TO COMFORT HER, AND, IF IT WERE NECESSARY, AND IN YOUR POWER, TO DEFEND HER; AND HOW, SIRRAH, HAVE YE DARED TO desert her, and leave her sorrowing for you?" "I THOUGHT, FAITHER," ANSWERED HE, "THAT THE BEST WAY TO DEFEND HER, WOULD BE TO PREVENT THE ENEMY APPROACHING NEAR to our dwellings." MY COMRADES ROUND ABOUT THAT HEARD THIS ANSWER, COULD NOT REFRAIN FROM GIVING THREE CHEERS IN ADMIRATION OF THE BRAVERY OF THE LADDIE'S SPIRIT; AND THE CHEERING ATTRACTING THE ATTENTION OF THE OFFICERS, ONE OF THEM CAME FORWARD TO US, TO INQUIRE INTO ITS CAUSE; AND, ON ITS BEING EXPLAINED TO HIM, HE TOOK ROBIN BY THE HAND, AND CONGRATULATED ME UPON HAVING SUCH A SON. I CONFESS THAT I DID FEEL AN EMOTION OF PRIDE AND GRATIFICATION GLOWING IN MY BREAST AT THE TIME; NEVERTHELESS, THE FEARS AND THE ANXIETY OF A PARENT PREDOMINATED, AND I THOUGHT WHAT A DREADFUL THING IT WOULD BE FOR ME, HIS FATHER, TO SEE HIM SHOT OR PIERCED THROUGH THE BODY WITH A BAYONET, AT MY VERY SIDE; AND WHAT ACCOUNT, THOUGHT I, COULD I GIVE OF SUCH A TRANSACTION TO HIS BEREAVED AND SORROWING MOTHER? FOR I FELT A SOMETHING WITHIN MY BREAST, WHICH WHISPERED, THAT, IF EVIL BEFELL HIM IN THE WARFARE IN WHICH WE WERE ABOUT TO ENGAGE, I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO LOOK HER IN THE FACE AGAIN. I FANCIED THAT I HEARD HER UPBRAIDING ME WITH HAVING INSTILLED INTO HIS MIND A LOVE OF WAR, AND I FANCIED THAT I HEARD HER voice requiring his life at my hands, and crying—"Where is my son?" AT LENGTH WE ARRIVED AT HADDINGTON; AND THERE, IN THE COURSE OF THE DAY, IT WAS DISCOVERED, TO THE GRATIFICATION OF SOME AND THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF MANY, THAT OUR MARCH HAD ORIGINATED IN A false alarm. I DO CONFESS THAT I WAS AMONGST THOSE WHO FELT GRATIFIED THAT THE PEACE OF THE LAND WAS NOT TO BE ENDANGERED, BUT THAT WE WERE TO RETURN EVERY MAN TO HIS OWN FIRESIDE, AND TO SIT DOWN BENEATH OUR VINE AND OUR FIG TREE, WITH THE OLIVE BRANCHES TWINING BETWEEN THEM. BUT AMONGST THOSE WHO WERE DISAPPOINTED, AND WHO SHEWED THEIR CHAGRIN BY THE GNASHING OF THEIR TEETH, WAS MY SILLY LADDIE, MY ONLY SON ROBERT. WHEN HE SAW THE PEOPLE LAUGHING IN THE MARKETPLACE, AND HEARD THAT THE WHOLE BORDERS HAD BEEN AROUSED BY AN ACCIDENTAL LIGHT UPON A HILL, HIS YOUNG BROW LOWERED AS BLACK AS MIDNIGHT—HIS WHOLE BODY TREMBLED WITH A SORT OF SMOTHERED RAGE—AND HIS EYEBROWS DREW TOGETHER UNTIL THE SHAPE OF A HORSE-SHOE WAS ENGRAVEN BETWEEN them. "ROBIE, MY CAPTAIN," SAID I, "WHEREFORE ARE YE LOOKING SAE DOUR? MAN, YE OUGHT TO REJOICE THAT NO INVADER AS YET HAS DARED TO SET HIS FOOT UPON OUR COAST, AND THAT YOU AND I WILL RETURN TO YOUR MOTHER, WHO, NO DOUBT, WILL BE DISTRACTED UPON YOUR ACCOUNT BEYOND MEASURE. BUT, OH, WHEN SHE MEETS YOU AGAIN, I THINK THAT I SEE HER NOW SPRINGING UP FROM THE CHAIR, WHERE SHE IS SITTING ROCKING AND MOURNING, AND FLINGING HER ARMS ROUND YOUR NECK, CRYING—'ROBIE!—ROBIE, MY SON! WHERE HAVE YE BEEN?—HOW COULD YE LEAVE YOUR MOTHER?' THEN SHE WILL SOB UPON YOUR BREAST, AND WET YOUR CHEEK WITH HER TEARS; AND I WILL LIFT HER ARMS FROM YOUR NECK, AND SAY—'LOOK YE, AGNES, WOMAN, YOUR HUSBAND IS restored to ye safe and sound, as well as your son?' And then I will tell her all about your bravery, and your following us OVER THE MOORS, AND THE COWARDICE OF JONATHAN BARLOWMAN, AND OF YOUR COMING UP TO HIM, WHERE HE GROANED BEHIND US ON THE ROAD—OF YOUR BECOMING HIS SUBSTITUTE, AND OF YOUR GETTING HIS GREATCOAT, HIS KNAPSACK, AND HIS GUN—AND OF YOUR MARCHING AN HOUR BY YOUR FATHER'S SIDE WITHOUT HIM FINDING OUT WHO YOU WERE. I WILL TELL HER ALL ABOUT MY DISCOVERING YOU, AND ABOUT YOUR ANSWERS, AND THE CHEERING OF THE VOLUNTEERS; AND THE OFFICERS COMING UP AND TAKING YOUR HAND, AND CONGRATULATING ME UPON HAVING SUCH A SON. O ROBIE, MAN! I WILL TELL HER EVERYTHING! IT WILL BE SUCH A MEETING AS THERE HAS NOT BEEN IN THE MEMORY OF MAN. THEREFORE, AS THE FRENCH ARE NEITHER LANDED NOR LIKE TO LAND, I WILL SPEAK TO THE SUPERIOR officer, and you and I Will set off for Dunse immediately." WE WENT INTO A PUBLIC-HOUSE, TO HAVE A BOTTLE OF ALE AND BAPS; AND I THINK I NEVER IN MY LIFE PARTOOK OF ANYTHING MORE REFRESHING OR MORE DELICIOUS. EVEN ROBIE, NOTWITHSTANDING THE HORSE-SHOE OF ANGRY DISAPPOINTMENT ON HIS BROW, MADE A HEARTY REPAST; BUT THAT WAS NATURAL TO A GROWING LADDIE, AND ESPECIALLY AFTER SUCH A TRAMP AS WE HAD HAD IN THE DEATH AND darkness of night, over moor and heather. "EAT WELL, ROBIE, LAD," SAID I; "IT'S A LONG ROAD OVER AGAIN BETWEEN HERE AND DUNSE, AND THERE IS BUT LITTLE TO BE GOT ON IT. TAKE ANOTHER GLASS OF ALE; YE NEVER TASTED ANYTHING FROM CLOCKMILL TO MATCH THAT. IT IS AS DELICIOUS AS HONEY, AND AS refreshing as fountain water." That really was the case; though whether the peculiar excellence of the ale arose from anything extraordinarily grateful IN ITS FLAVOUR, OR FROM MY LONG MARCH, MY THIRST, AND SHARP APPETITE—ADDED TO THE JOY I FELT IN THE UNEXPECTED PROSPECT OF RETURNING HOME IN PEACE AND HAPPINESS WITH MY SON, INSTEAD OF SLAUGHTERING AT ENEMIES, OR BEING SLAUGHTERED BY THEM —I CANNOT AFFIRM. THERE MIGHT BE SOMETHING IN BOTH. ROBIN, HOWEVER, DRANK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE TO HIS OWN HEAD—THAT WAS THREE PARTS OF A CHOPPIN, AND A GREAT DEAL TOO MUCH FOR A LADDIE OF HIS YEARS. BUT IN THE TEMPER HE WAS IN, AND KNOWING BY MYSELF THAT HE MUST BE BOTH THIRSTY AND HUNGRY, I DID NOT THINK IT PRUDENT TO RESTRAIN HIM. IT WAS APPARENT THAT THE LIQUOR WAS GETTING UPPERMOST IN HIS BRAIN, AND HE BEGAN TO SPEAK AND TO ARGUE IN COMPANY, AND TO STRIKE HIS HAND UPON THE TABLE LIKE AN ANGRY MAN; IN SHORT, HE SEEMED FORGETFUL OF MY PRESENCE, AND THOSE WERE EXHIBITIONS WHICH I HAD NEVER observed in him before. I WAS EXCEEDINGLY ANXIOUS TO GET HOME, UPON HIS MOTHER'S ACCOUNT; FOR SHE WAS A WOMAN OF A TENDER HEART AND A NERVOUS TEMPERAMENT; AND I KNEW THAT SHE WOULD BE IN A STATE BORDERING ON DISTRACTION ON ACCOUNT OF HIS ABSENCE. I THEREFORE SAID TO HIM—"ROBIN, I AM GOING TO SPEAK TO THE COMMANDING OFFICER; YE WILL SIT HERE UNTIL I COME BACK, BUT DO not drink any more." "Very weel, faither," said he. SO I WENT OUT AND SPOKE TO THE OFFICER, AND TOLD HIM MY REASONS FOR WISHING TO RETURN HOME IMMEDIATELY; URGING THE state of anxiety and distress that Agnes would be in on account of the absence of our son. "VERY WELL, MR GOLDIE," SAID HE; "IT IS ALL VERY RIGHT AND PROPER; I HAVE A REGARD TO THE FEELINGS OF A HUSBAND AND A parent; and as this has proved but a false alarm, there is no obstacle to your returning home immediately." I THANKED HIM VERY GRATEFULLY FOR HIS CIVILITY, AND STEPPED AWAY UP TO THE GEORGE INN, WHERE I TOOK TWO OUTSIDE PLACES ON THE HEAVY COACH TO DUNBAR, INTENDING TO WALK FROM THERE TO BROXMOUTH, AND TO STRIKE UP THERE BY THE WEST TO Innerwick, and away over the hills, down by Preston, and home. I AM CERTAIN I WAS NOT TWENTY MINUTES OR HALF AN HOUR ABSENT AT THE FARTHEST. WHEN I ENTERED THE PUBLIC-HOUSE AGAIN, I looked for my son, but he was not there. "What have ye made of Robie?" said I to my comrades. "Has he no been wi' ye?" answered they; "he left the house just after ye." MORTAL MAN CANNOT DESCRIBE THE FEAR, AGONY, AND CONSTERNATION THAT FELL UPON ME. THE SWEAT BURST UPON MY BROW AS though it had been the warmest day in summer. A thousand apprehensions laid their hands upon me in a moment. "With me!" said I; "he's not been with me: have none of you an idea where he can have gone?" "Not the smallest," said they; "but he canna be far off—he will soon cast up. He will only be out looking at the town." "Or showing off gallant Jonathan Barlowman's gun, big-coat, and knapsack," said one. "KEEP YOURSEL AT EASE, MR GOLDIE," SAID ANOTHER, LAUGHING; "THERE IS NO DANGER OF HIS PASSING THE ADVANCED POSTS, AND falling into the hands of the French." IT WAS EASY FOR THOSE TO JEST WHO WERE IGNORANT OF A FATHER'S FEARS AND A FATHER'S FEELINGS. I SAT DOWN FOR THE SPACE OF FIVE MINUTES, AND TO ME THEY SEEMED FIVE HOURS; BUT I DRANK NOTHING, AND I SAID NOTHING, BUT I KEPT MY EYES FIXED UPON THE DOOR. ROBIN DID NOT RETURN. I THOUGHT THE ALE MIGHT HAVE OVERCOME THE LADDIE, AND THAT HE HAD GONE OUT AND LAIN DOWN IN A STATE OF SICKNESS; AND "THAT," THOUGHT I, "WILL BE A becoming STATE FOR ME TO TAKE HIM HOME IN TO HIS distressed mother. Or it will cause us to stop a night upon the road." MY ANXIETY BECAME INSUPPORTABLE, AND I AGAIN LEFT MY COMRADES, AND WENT OUT TO SEEK HIM. I SOUGHT HIM IN EVERY STREET, IN EVERY PUBLIC-HOUSE IN THE TOWN, AMONGST THE SOLDIERS, AND AMONGST THE TOWNSPEOPLE; BUT ALL WERE TOO MUCH OCCUPIED IN DISCUSSING THE CAUSE OF THE ALARM, TO NOTICE HIM WHO WAS TO ME AS THE APPLE OF MY EYE. FOR THREE HOURS I WANDERED IN SEARCH OF HIM, EAST, WEST, NORTH, AND SOUTH, MAKING INQUIRIES AT EVERY ONE I MET; BUT NO ONE HAD SEEN OR heard tell of him. I saw the coach drive off for Dunbar. I beheld also my comrades muster on the following morning, and prepare to return home, but I wandered up and down disconsolate, seeking my son, but finding him not. THE MOST PROBABLE, AND THE FONDEST CONJECTURE THAT I COULD INDULGE IN, WAS, THAT HE HAD RETURNED HOME. I, THEREFORE, SHOULDERED MY MUSKET, AND FOLLOWED MY COMPANIONS TO DUNSE, WHOM I OVERTOOK UPON THE MOORS. IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DESCRIBE MY FEELINGS BY THE WAY—THEY WERE TORTURE STRAINED TO ITS UTMOST EXTREMITY, AND FAR MORE GLOOMY AND DREARY THAN THE GLOOMIEST AND DREARIEST PARTS OF THE MOORS OVER WHICH WE HAD TO PASS. EVERY FOOTSTEP INCREASED MY ANXIETY, EVERY MILE THE PERTURBATION AND AGONY OF MY SPIRIT. NEVER, I BELIEVE, DID A POOR PARENT ENDURE SUCH MISERY BEFORE, AND I WISHED THAT I HAD NEVER BEEN ONE. I KEPT LOOKING FOR HIM TO THE RIGHT AND TO THE LEFT EVERY MINUTE; AND THOUGH IT WAS BUT FEW TRAVELLERS THAT WE MET UPON THE ROAD, EVERY ONE THAT WE DID MEET I DESCRIBED HIM TO THEM, AND ASKED THEM IF THEY HAD SEEN HIM. BUT, "NO!" "NO!" WAS THEIR UNVARIED ANSWER, AND MY WRETCHEDNESS increased. AT LENGTH WE ARRIVED AT DUNSE, AND A GREAT CROWD WAS THERE TO MEET US—WIVES TO WELCOME THEIR HUSBANDS, PARENTS TO GREET THEIR CHILDREN, AND CHILDREN THEIR PARENTS. THE FIRST THAT MY EYES SINGLED OUT, WAS A SISTER OF MY AGNES. SHE RAN up to me. "Roger," she cried, "hae ye seen onything o' Robie?" THE WORDS WENT THROUGH MY BREAST AS IF IT HAD RECEIVED THE FIRE OF A WHOLE FRENCH BATTALION. I STOOD STOCK-STILL, petrified with despair. My looks told my answer to her question. "OH, DEAR ME! DEAR ME!" I HEARD HER CRY; "WHAT WILL HIS PUIR MOTHER DO NOO—FOR SHE ALREADY IS LIKE ANE CLEAN OUT O' her judgment about him." I DID NOT STOP FOR THE WORD "HALT," OR FOR THE BREAKING OF THE LINES; AND I WENT HOME, I MAY SAY BY INSTINCT, FOR NEITHER BIRD, BUSH, HOUSE NOR TREE, MAN NOR BAIRN, WAS I CAPABLE OF DISCERNING BY THE ROAD. GRIEF AND HEART-BURSTING ANXIETY WERE AS SCALES UPON MY EYES. I REMEMBER OF RUSHING INTO THE HOUSE, THROWING DOWN MY GUN, AND CRYING—"O AGNES! AGNES!" AND AS WELL DO I REMEMBER HER IMPATIENT AND PITEOUS INQUIRY—"WHERE IS MY ROBIE?—OH, WHERE IS MY SON? —hae ye no seen him?" IT WAS LONG BEFORE I COULD COMPOSE MYSELF, SO AS TO TELL HER ALL THAT I KNEW CONCERNING HIM; AND IT WAS EVEN LONGER BEFORE SHE WAS SUFFICIENTLY CALM TO COMPREHEND ME. NEVER DID UNHAPPY PARENTS BEFORE EXPERIENCE GREATER BITTERNESS OF SOUL. I STROVE TO COMFORT HER, BUT SHE WOULD NOT LISTEN TO MY WORDS; FOR OH, THEY WERE AS THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND; WE BOTH WERE STRUGGLING IN THE SLOUGH OF DESPAIR—BOTH WERE IN THE PIT OF DARK, BEWILDERING MISERY. WE SOMETIMES SAT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER, LIKE CRIMINALS WHOSE LAST HOUR IS COME; AND EVEN WHEN OUR GRIEF WORE ITSELF INTO A "CALM SOUGH," THERE WAS SOMETHING IN OUR SILENCE AS DISMAL AND MORE HOPELESS THAN THE SILENCE OF THE GRAVE ITSELF. BUT, EVERY NOW AND THEN, SHE WOULD BURST INTO LONG, LOUD LAMENTATIONS, MOURNING AND CRYING FOR "HER SON!—HER SON!" OFTEN, TOO, DID WE SIT, SUPPRESSING OUR VERY BREATH, LISTENING TO EVERY FOOT THAT APPROACHED, AND AS ONE DISAPPOINTMENT FOLLOWED ANOTHER, HER despair became deeper and deeper, louder and louder, and its crushing weight sank heavier and heavier upon my spirit. SOME OF HIS YOUNG COMPANIONS INFORMED US, THAT ROBIN HAD LONG EXPRESSED A DETERMINATION TO BE A SOLDIER; AND, ON the following day, I set out for Edinburgh to seek for him there, and to buy him off at any price, if he had enlisted. THERE, HOWEVER, I COULD GATHER NO TIDINGS CONCERNING HIM; AND ALL THAT I COULD LEARN WAS, THAT A REGIMENT HAD LEFT THE CASTLE THAT MORNING AT TWO O'CLOCK, AND EMBARKED AT LEITH FOR CHATHAM, FROM WHENCE THEY WERE TO PROCEED DIRECT ABROAD; AND THAT SEVERAL RECRUITS WERE ATTACHED TO IT, SOME OF THEM ONLY SWORN IN AN HOUR BEFORE THEY EMBARKED; BUT whether my poor Robie was among them or not, no one could tell. I LEFT EDINBURGH NO WISER, NO HAPPIER, AND IN NO WAY MORE COMFORTED THAN I ENTERED IT, AND RETURNED TO HIS MOTHER A SAD AND SORROWING-HEARTED MAN. SHE WRUNG HER HANDS THE INSTANT SHE BEHELD ME, AND, IN A TONE THAT MIGHT HAVE TOUCHED the heart of a stone, cried aloud—"Oh, my lost! lost bairn! Ye hae made a living grave o' yer mother's breast." I WOULD HAVE SET OFF IMMEDIATELY FOR LONDON, AND FROM THENCE DOWN TO CHATHAM, TO INQUIRE FOR HIM THERE; BUT THE WIND WAS FAVOURABLE WHEN THE VESSEL SAILED, AND IT WAS THEREFORE CERTAIN, THAT, BY THE TIME I GOT BACK TO DUNSE, SHE WAS AT THE PLACE OF HER DESTINATION; AND MOREOVER, I HAD NO CERTAINTY OR ASSURANCE THAT HE WAS ON BOARD. THEREFORE, WE SPENT ANOTHER DAY IN FRUITLESS LAMENTATIONS AND TEARS, AND IN VAIN INQUIRIES AROUND OUR OWN NEIGHBOURHOOD, AND AMONGST his acquaintances. BUT MY OWN HEART YEARNED CONTINUALLY, AND HIS MOTHER'S MOANING WAS UNCEASING IN MY EAR, AS THE TICKING OF A SPIDER, OR THE BEATING OF A STOP-WATCH TO A PERSON THAT IS DOOMED TO DIE. I COULD FIND NO REST. I BLAMED MYSELF FOR NOT PROCEEDING DIRECT FROM EDINBURGH TO CHATHAM; AND, NEXT DAY, I WENT DOWN TO BERWICK, TO TAKE MY PLACE IN THE MAIL TO London. BY THE WAY I MET SEVERAL OF THE YEOMANRY, WHO WERE ONLY RETURNING FROM DUNBAR, WHERE THEY HAD BEEN SUMMONED BY THE ALARM; AND I FOUND THAT BERWICK ALSO HAD BEEN IN ARMS. BUT TAKING MY PLACE ON THE MAIL, I PROCEEDED, WITHOUT SLEEP OR REST, TO LONDON, AND FROM THENCE HASTENED TO CHATHAM. THERE AGAIN I FOUND THAT THE REGIMENT WHICH I SOUGHT WAS ALREADY HALF WAY DOWN THE CHANNEL; BUT I ASCERTAINED ALSO THAT MY POOR THOUGHTLESS BOY WAS ONE OF THE RECRUITS, and even that was some consolation, although but a poor one. AGAIN I RETURNED TO HIS MOTHER, AND TOLD HER OF THE TIDINGS. THEY BROUGHT HER NO COMFORT, AND, NIGHT AND DAY, SHE BROODED ON THE THOUGHT OF HER FAIR SON LYING DEAD AND MANGLED ON THE FIELD OF SLAUGHTER, OR OF HIS RETURNING HELPLESS AND WOUNDED TO HIS NATIVE LAND. AND OFTEN IT WAS WORMWOOD TO MY SPIRIT, AND AN AUGMENTATION OF MY OWN SORROWS, TO FIND that, in secret, she murmured against me as the author of her bereavement, and as having instilled into my son a liking for A SOLDIER'S LIFE. SHE SAID IT WAS ALL OWING TO MY GETTING HIM, FROM THE TIME THAT HE WAS ABLE TO READ, TO TAKE THE NEWSPAPER IN HIS HAND AND READ IT ALOUD TO MY CRONIES, AND IN WHICH THERE WERE ACCOUNTS OF NOTHING BUT WARS AND BATTLES, OF GENERALS AND CAPTAINS, AND BONAPARTE, OF WHOM ENOUGH WAS FORETOLD AND ENOUGH COULD BE READ IN THE REVELATIONS. THESE MURMURINGS GRIEVED ME THE MORE, INASMUCH AS MY MIND WAS IN NO WAY SATISFIED THAT THEY WERE WITHOUT FOUNDATION. NO MAN KNEW BETTER THAN I DID, HOW EASILY THE TWIG IS BENT; A PASSING BREEZE, THE LIGHTING OF A BIRD UPON IT, MAY DO IT; AND AS IT IS BENT, SO THE BRANCH OR THE TREE WILL BE INCLINED. I, THEREFORE, ALMOST RESOLVED NOT TO PERMIT ANOTHER NEWSPAPER TO BE BROUGHT WITHIN MY DOOR. BUT, SOMEHOW OR OTHER, IT BECAME MORE NECESSARY THAN EVER. EVERY TIME IT CAME IT WAS LIKE A LETTER FROM ROBIE; AND WE READ IT FROM BEGINNING TO END, EXPECTING ALWAYS TO HEAR SOMETHING OF HIM OR OF HIS REGIMENT. EVEN AGNES GREW FOND OF IT, AND WAS UNEASY ON THE SATURDAYS IF THE POSTMAN WAS HALF-AN-HOUR behind the time in bringing it. FULL TWELVEMONTHS PASSED BEFORE WE RECEIVED A LETTER FROM HIM; AND NEVER WILL I FORGET THE DELIGHTFUL SENSATIONS THAT GUSHED INTO MY BOSOM AT THE SIGHT OF THAT LETTER. I TREMBLED FROM HEAD TO FOOT WITH JOY. I KNEW HIS HANDWRITING AT THE FIRST GLANCE, AND SO DID HIS MOTHER—JUST AS WELL AS IF HE HAD BEGUN " dear parents" ON THE BACK OF IT. IT WAS ONLY TO BE A PENNY, AND HIS MOTHER COULD HARDLY GET HER HAND INTO HER POCKET TO GIVE THE COPPER TO THE POSTMAN, SHE SHOOK SO EXCESSIVELY WITH JOY AND WITH AGITATION, AND KEPT SAYING TO ME—"READ, ROGER! READ! OH, LET ME HEAR WHAT MY BAIRN says." I COULD HARDLY KEEP MY HAND STEADY TO OPEN IT; AND, WHEN I DID BREAK THE SEAL, I BURST INTO TEARS AT THE SAME MOMENT, and my eyes became as though I were blind; and still his mother continued saying to me—"Oh, read! read!" Twice, thrice, did I draw my sleeve across my eyes, and at last I read as follows:— "MY DEAR PARENTS,—I FEAR THAT MY CONDUCT HAS CAUSED YOU MANY A MISERABLE DAY, AND MANY A SLEEPLESS NIGHT. BUT, EVEN FOR MY OFFENCE, CRUEL AS IT HAS BEEN, I TRUST THERE IS FORGIVENESS IN A PARENT'S BREAST. I DO NOT THINK THAT I EVER SPOKE OF IT TO YOU, BUT, FROM THE VERY EARLIEST PERIOD THAT I COULD THINK, THE WISH WAS FORMED IN MY MIND TO BE A SOLDIER. WHEN I USED TO BE SPELLING OVER THE HISTORY OF SIR WILLIAM WALLACE, OR THE LIVES OF THE SEVEN CHAMPIONS OF CHRISTENDOM, I USED TO FANCY MYSELF WALLACE OR SAINT GEORGE; AND I RESOLVED, THAT WHEN I LIVED TO BE A MAN, THAT I WOULD BE A SOLDIER AND A HERO LIKE THEM; AND I USED TO THINK WHAT A GRAND THING IT WOULD BE FOR YOU AND MY MOTHER, AND ALL MY ACQUAINTANCES, TO BE READING ABOUT ME AND MY EXPLOITS! THE CONTINUAL TALKING ABOUT THE WAR AND THE FRENCH, AND OF THEIR INTENTION TO INVADE BRITAIN, ALL STRENGTHENED MY EARLY DESIRES. OFTEN WHEN I WAS READING THE NEWSPAPERS TO YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS, AND ABOUT THE GALLANT DEEDS OF ANY PARTICULAR INDIVIDUAL, THOUGH I USED TO READ his name ALOUD TO YOU, I ALWAYS READ IT IN TO MYSELF AS THOUGH IT WERE MY OWN. I HAD RESOLVED TO ENLIST BEFORE THE FALSE ALARM TOOK PLACE; AND, WHEN YOU AND THE OTHER VOLUNTEERS MARCHED OUT OF DUNSE TO HADDINGTON, I COULD NOT RESIST THE TEMPTATION WHICH IT OFFERED OF SEEING AND BEING PRESENT AT A BATTLE. ABOUT HALF-AN-HOUR AFTER YOU LEFT THE TOWN, I FOLLOWED YE, AND, AS YE ARE ALREADY AWARE, OVERTOOK POOR JONATHAN BARLOWMAN, WHO HAD FALLEN BEHIND THE CORPS, IN GREAT DISTRESS, APPARENTLY BOTH OF BODY AND MIND. HE SEEMED TO BE IN A SWITHER WHETHER TO RETURN HOME, TO FOLLOW YE, OR TO LIE DOWN AND DIE BY THE ROAD. I KNEW HIM BY THE SOUND OF THE LAMENTATION HE WAS MAKING, AND, ACCOSTING HIM, I INQUIRED—'WHAT IS THE MATTER WI' YE, JONATHAN! HAS ONY O' THE FRENCH, CONCEALED ABOOT THE MOORS, SHOT YE ALREADY?' 'OH,' HE REPLIED, 'I AM ILL—I AM DYING!—I AM DYING!—I WILL GIVE ANY MONEY FOR A SUBSTITUTE!' 'GIE ME YER GUN,' SAID I, 'AND I WILL BE YER SUBSTITUTE WITHOUT MONEY.' 'A THOUSAND BLESSINGS UPON YER HEAD, ROBIE, LAD!' SAID HE; 'YE SHALL HAE MY GUN, AND YE MAY TAK ALSO MY GREATCOAT AND KNAPSACK, FOR THEY ONLY ENCUMBER ME. YE HAE RESCUED A DYING MAN.' I WAS NEARLY AS TALL AS HE; AND, THOUGH HIS COAT WAS LOOSE ABOUT ME, WHEN I GOT IT ON, AND HIS MUSKET OVER MY SHOULDER, AND FELT THAT I WAS MARCHING LIKE AN ARMED KNIGHT OF OLD AGAINST THE INVADERS OF MY COUNTRY, I FELT AS PROUD AS AN EMPEROR; I WOULD NOT HAVE CHANGED SITUATIONS WITH A KING. I OVERTOOK YOU, AND YOU KNOW THE REST. AT HADDINGTON, THE STRONG ALE WAS TOO STRONG FOR ME. I WAS ALSO SORELY MORTIFIED TO FIND ALL MY PROSPECTS OF BECOMING A HERO BLASTED. WHEN, THEREFORE, YOU WENT OUT TO TAKE OUR PLACES IN THE COACH TO DUNBAR, I SLIPPED OUT OF THE ROOM, AND HIDING MR BARLOWMAN'S COAT AND GUN IN A CLOSET, IN THE HOUSE, I TOOK THE ROAD FOR EDINBURGH; WHICH CITY I REACHED WITHIN LESS THAN THREE HOURS; AND BEFORE I HAD BEEN IN IT TWENTY MINUTES I WAS A SOLDIER. I WAS AFRAID TO WRITE HOME, LEST YE WOULD TAKE STEPS TO BUY ME OFF. ON THE FOURTH DAY AFTER MY ENLISTING I WAS LANDED AT CHATHAM, WHERE I WAS SUBJECTED TO A PERPETUAL DRILL; AND WITHIN THIRTY HOURS AFTER LANDING, I AGAIN EMBARKED WITH MY REGIMENT; AND WHEN I WISHED TO HAVE WRITTEN, I HAD NOT AN OPPORTUNITY. SINCE THEN, I HAVE BEEN IN TWO GENERAL ENGAGEMENTS AND SEVERAL SKIRMISHES, IN ALL OF WHICH I HAVE ESCAPED UNWOUNDED. I HAVE FOUND THAT TO READ OF A BATTLE, AND TO BE ENGAGED IN A BATTLE, ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. THE DESCRIPTION IS GRAND, BUT THE SIGHT DISMAL. I TRUST THAT MY BEHAVIOUR AS A SOLDIER HAS BEEN UNIMPEACHABLE. IT HAS OBTAINED FOR ME THE NOTICE OF OUR COLONEL, WHO HAS PROMOTED ME TO THE RANK OF CORPORAL, WITH THE PROMISE OF SHORTLY MAKING ME A SERGEANT; AND I AM NOT WITHOUT HOPES, BEFORE THE WAR IS OVER, (OF WHICH THERE AT PRESENT IS NO PROSPECT), OF OBTAINING A COMMISSION; THOUGH IT CERTAINLY IS NOT ONE IN A THOUSAND THAT HAS SUCH FORTUNE. HOPING, THEREFORE, MY DEAR PARENTS, THAT, UNDER THE BLESSING OF PROVIDENCE, THIS WILL FIND YOU WELL, AS IT LEAVES ME, AND THAT I WILL LIVE TO RETURN TO ASK YOUR FORGIVENESS, I REMAIN YOUR affectionate and dutiful son, "ROBERT GOLDIE." SUCH WAS ROBIN'S LETTER. "READ IT AGAIN," SAID MOTHER—AND I READ IT AGAIN; AND WHEN I HAD DONE SO, SHE TOOK IT IN HER HAND AND PRESSED IT TO HER LIPS AND TO HER BREAST, AND WEPT FOR "HER POOR BAIRN." AT LAST, IN A TONE OF DESPONDENCY, SHE said—"But, oh, he doesna once particularly mention his mother's name in't." "He surely does," said I; "I think he mentions us both." SO I TOOK THE LETTER AGAIN INTO MY HAND, AND, AT THE FOOT CORNER OF THE THIRD PAGE, I SAW WHAT I HAD NOT OBSERVED before, the letters and words—"P.S. Turn over." "P.S." said his mother; "who does that mean?" "Oh!" said I, "it means nobody. It means that we have not read all the letter." "Read it a', then—read it a'!" she cried. And I turned to the last page, on the fold above the direction, and read— "P.S.—BUT HOW AM I TO ASK THE FORGIVENESS OF MY DEAR MOTHER, FOR ALL THE DISTRESS AND ANXIETY THAT MY FOLLY AND DISOBEDIENCE MUST HAVE OCCASIONED HER. I START IN MY VERY SLEEP, AND THINK THAT I HEAR HER YEARNING AND UPBRAIDING. IF SHE KNEW HOW DEEP MY REPENTANCE IS, AND HOW KEEN MY MISERY FOR THE GRIEF WHICH I HAVE CAUSED HER, I WOULD NOT HAVE to ask her forgiveness twice. Dear father! dear mother!—both, both of you forgive your thoughtless son." THESE LAST LINES OF HIS LETTER DROWNED US BOTH IN TEARS, AND, FOR THE SPACE OF SEVERAL MINUTES, NEITHER OF US WERE ABLE TO SPEAK. I WAS THE FIRST TO BREAK SILENCE, AND I SAID—"AGNES, OUR DEAR ROBIN IS NOW A SOLDIER, AND HE SEEMS TO LIKE THAT WAY OF LIFE. BUT I DISLIKE THE THOUGHT OF HIS BEING ONLY A CORPORAL, AND I WOULD WISH TO SEE HIM AN OFFICER. WE HAVE NOBODY IN THE WORLD BUT HIM TO CARE FOR. HE IS OUR ONLY SON AND HEIR, AND I TRUST THAT ALL THAT WE HAVE WILL ONE DAY BE HIS. NOW, I BELIEVE THAT THE MATTER OF FOUR OR FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS WILL BUY HIM A COMMISSION, AND MAKE HIM AN OFFICER, WITH A SWORD BY HIS SIDE, A SASH ROUND HIS WAIST, AND A GOLD EPAULETTE ON HIS SHOULDER, WITH GENTEEL PAY AND PROVISION FOR LIFE; BESIDES SETTING HIM ON THE HIGH ROAD TO BE A GENERAL. THEREFORE, IF YE APPROVE OF IT, I WILL SELL OUT STOCK TO THE AMOUNT that will buy him commission." "OH," REPLIED SHE, "YE NEEDNA ASK ME IF I APPROVE, FOR WEEL DO YE KEN THAT I WILL APPROVE O' ONYTHING THAT WILL BE FOR my bairn's benefit." I ACCORDINGLY LIFTED FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS, AND THROUGH THE INFLUENCE OF A PARLIAMENT MAN, SUCCEEDED IN PROCURING HIM A COMMISSION AS AN ENSIGN. I THOUGHT THE MONEY WELL SPENT, AS IT TENDED TO PROMOTE THE RESPECTABILITY AND PROSPECTS OF MY son. FOUR YEARS AFTERWARDS, HIS MOTHER AND I HAD THE SATISFACTION OF READING IN THE PUBLIC PAPERS, THAT HE HAD BEEN PROMOTED TO THE RANK OF LIEUTENANT UPON THE FIELD, FOR HIS BRAVERY. ON THE FOLLOWING DAY WE RECEIVED A LETTER FROM HIMSELF, CONFIRMING THE TIDINGS, WHICH GAVE US GREAT JOY. NEVERTHELESS, OUR JOY WAS MINGLED WITH FEARS; FOR WE WERE ALWAYS APPREHENSIVE THAT SOME DAY OR OTHER WE WOULD FIND HIS NAME AMONG THE LIST OF KILLED AND WOUNDED. AND ALWAYS THE FIRST THING THAT HIS MOTHER SAID TO ME, WHEN I TOOK UP THE PAPERS, WAS—"READ THE LIST OF THE KILLED AND WOUNDED." AND I ALWAYS DID SO, WITH A SLOW, HESITATING, AND FALTERING VOICE, FEARFUL THAT THE NEXT I SHOULD MENTION WOULD BE THAT OF my son, Lieutenant Goldie. THERE WAS VERY SEVERE FIGHTING AT THE TIME; AND EVERY POST WAS BRINGING NEWS CONCERNING THE WAR. ONE DAY, (I REMEMBER IT WAS A KING'S FAST-DAY,) SEVERAL NEIGHBOURS AND MYSELF WERE LEANING UPON THE DIKE, UPON THE FOOTPATH OPPOSITE TO MY HOUSE, AND WAITING FOR THE POSTMAN COMING FROM AYTON, TO HEAR WHAT WAS THE NEWS OF THE DAY. AS HE APPROACHED US, I THOUGHT HE LOOKED VERY DEMURE-LIKE, WHICH WAS NOT HIS USUAL; FOR HE WAS AS CHEERFUL, ACTIVE-LOOKING A little man as you could possibly see. "WELL, HUGHIE," SAID I TO HIM, HOLDING OUT MY HAND FOR THE PAPERS, "YE LOOK DULL LIKE TO-DAY; I HOPE YE HAVE NO BAD news?" "I would hope not, Mr Goldie," said he; and, giving me the paper, walked on. THE MOMENT THAT AGNES SAW THAT I HAD GOT IT, SHE CAME RUNNING OUT OF THE HOUSE, ACROSS THE ROAD, TO HEAR AS USUAL, THE LIST OF THE KILLED AND WOUNDED READ, AND MY NEIGHBOURS GATHERED ROUND ABOUT ME. THERE HAD BEEN, I OUGHT TO TELL YE, a severe battle, and both the French and our army claimed the victory; from which we may infer, that there was no great TRIUMPH ON EITHER SIDE. BUT, AGREEABLY TO MY WIFE'S REQUEST, I FIRST READ OVER THE LIST OF THE KILLED, WOUNDED, AND missing. I GOT OVER THE TWO FIRST MENTIONED; BUT, OH! AT THE VERY SIGHT OF THE FIRST NAME UPON THE MISSING LIST, I CLASPED MY HANDS together, and the paper dropped upon the ground. "O Robie! my son! my son!" I cried aloud. AGNES UTTERED A PIERCING SCREAM, AND CRIED, "O MY BAIRN—WHAT HAS HAPPENED MY BAIRN? IS HE DEAD! TELL ME, IS MY Robie dead?" OUR NEIGHBOURS GATHERED ABOUT HER, AND TRIED TO COMFORT HER; BUT SHE WAS INSENSIBLE TO ALL THAT THEY COULD SAY. THE FIRST NAME ON THE MISSING LIST WAS THAT OF MY GALLANT SON. WHEN THE FIRST SHOCK WAS OVER, AND I HAD COMPOSED MYSELF A LITTLE, I ALSO STROVE TO CONSOLE AGNES; B...