who was imprisoned there. She succeeded so well, that ever after, her parents put the greatest confidence in her; and when her father was unjustly put into prison a short time afterwards, she was the person who did every thing under the direction of her mother, whose ill health and the cares of her little family did not allow her to exert herself much. After fifteen months' confinement, Sir P. H. was set at liberty; but the troubles breaking out again, and his friend Mr. Baillie being arrested, he thought it was no longer safe for him to remain unconcealed, and soon found good reason for so thinking; for parties of soldiers were continually sent in search of him, and often to his own house. No one person knew where he was hid, but his wife and Lady Grizzle, except one man, a carpenter, called John Winter, who lived a mile from his house and whom they thought they could trust. Their own servants were so often examined upon oath, that they dared not run the risk of trusting them. By the help of this John Winter, they got a bed and bedding carried by night to Polworth Church, where Sir Patrick remained hid for a month in a vault under ground; with no light, except what entered through a hole at one end. His daughter came every night by herself at

midnight to bring him food, and staid with him as long as she could. She was at that time like many children of her age, (thir teen) afraid of passing through the church

yard; but when her father's safety was concerned, she stumbled every night alone over the graves without fearing any thing, but the soldiers who might be in search of him and often did they in that dismal abode laugh together at the accidents that happened to her. She had great trouble to get food for her father unknown to the servants: the only way she could do it, was by stealing off her plate at dinner into her lap. Sir Patrick liked sheep's head; and one day while the children were eating their broth, she had conveyed most of one into her lap, when her brother Sandy looking up, said, " mo

ther, will you look at Grizzle; while we have been eating our broth, she has eat up the whole sheep's head." This caused much mirth among them; and that night she entertained her father with an account of it.

During all this time, Sir Patrick shewed the greatest cheerfulness. He mostly passed his time in repeating Buchanan's psalms, which he knew by heart from beginning to end; for he had no light to read by. He always said, they had been the comfort of his life, night and day and upon all occasions. At length they found, that the vault was not to be borne any longer; and began to think of some other place of safety for him; and one was a bed which drew out of the floor in a room, of which Lady Grizzle kept the key. To make this, she and Winter worked at night, digging a hole in the earth,

after lifting up the boards; and for fear of making a noise, they scratched out the earth with their fingers, till she had not a nail left upon her hands; and she helped the man to carry the earth, as they dug it, in a sheet out of the window into the garden. J. Winter then made a box at his own house, long enough for Sir P. to lie in, with bedding, and breathing holes in the boards for air. When after a month's trial they found that no water came into it, as they feared from its being so low; and when Lady Grizzle had had the air holes made clear and kept pick. ed, she thought herself the most happy crea ture alive; and her father ventured home: but at the end of a week they one day found the box filled with water; upon which Sir P. told his wife, that he saw it was now fit he should leave them, and trust to Providence; for it was no longer possible for him to remain there. That very day they heard that Mr. Baillie had been executed on a false charge of high treason. Much shocked, they immediately set about preparing for Sir P's escape; and his good daughter worked day and night to make a disguise for him. They were now obliged to trust one of their servants, who fainted away when he was told his master was in the house, and that he must set out with him on horseback the next day before it was light. This was

accordingly done; and after meeting with many providential circumstances and narrow escapes, Sir P. Home reached Holland in safety; but his estates were forfeited, and it was with great difficulty that they could obtain a small yearly allowance for Lady Home and his ten children, who joined her husband in Holland; but their youngest daughter Julian was too ill at that time to go with them. Therefore Lady Grizzle returned from Holland by herself to bring her over when she was better; which she did but they met with a terrible storm at sea, and were with difficulty landed at Brock from whence they walked that night to Rotterdam. It was a cold, wet, dirty night,

and the little girl not being able to walk from weakness, her sister took her on her back and carried her all the way. They