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tic, mother, and so am I,” she said proudly. folks named them, as they strewed the shore

“Holy Virgin, alas, yes! Though bred with weed, and not seldom with fragments under the roof of St. Anna," sighed Mother of wreck; but more peaceful withal than Ursule. “ But thy blessed mother died in her castles and her country-houses, her lords the one faith, my daughter."

and her lairds. Kellie had a name tainted “ And Scotland is a noble land of moun- with Jacobitism ; Balcarres had but escaped tains and rivers and woods; Strathmore is a a similar doom, and was driven in his imvalley—oh! so wide, rich, and fair, watered poverished exchequer and many children to by the Isla ; and Glammis is a princely cas- the shifts of thrift and saying ; Balmerino's tle that came by the daughter of a king : title had met a bloody termination; that of and it has a hundred dials, Mère Ursule, Lindores had also ceased, save on the lip of borne upon

lions' paws. Lady Strathmore's courtesy; the stock of Rothes was ever wild; Nannette told me," continued Janet, with en- while among the lairds less marked men, thusiasm.

racing, carousing, gaming, brawling caused “ Thou wilt be its Châtelaine, Jeannette, many ancient, patrimonial designations to and a grand lady; and thou wilt forget St. part company, and broad lands won by lance Anna, and the Sæurs, and Charlotte, and and spur, to pass ignobly into meaner hands. Amalie, and the others.”

In the mains and granges were also riotous Janet looked wistfully in her face; and lives and premature deaths; but there, and then she flung herself on her knees, and in the substantial burgess families of the clasped her arms round the prioress.

towns, and in the cottages of the peasantry, “Oh, no! no! Mother, St. Anna was kind especially when men came of Whig ancestry, to the

poor, forlorn girl in the foreign land; existed most of the contentment and prosand she will never, never cease to remember perity of the country. Under the ridge of and to love you all: but France is not my

the green Lomonds, amongst other sunny own land, Charlotte and Amalie are not my nooks, lay a farm-house, termed the Dean. true sisters. My father has thought of me The one-storied, grey-roofed dwelling affixed at last, so forgive me that I go to him.” to its farm court, and opening on one side to

Mother Ursule was affected as well as dis- its own green fields and hedgerows, and to composed. “Hush, hush, Jeannette ; thou the rugged heathery eminence of the West must learn to be tranquil before thou settest Lomond, was built at the entrance to a small out into the rough world—thou canst not do den or dean—where the eye could wander otherwise yet, my poor lamb—with all its down the feathery sides, tufted with ash and glitter it is full of sin ; and thou are not beech, with many a wild cherry and many a even within the fold and under our Lady's hazel and thorn, and trace here and there the ever watchful care.

But I will pray for thee thread-like, silver burn. as well as against my own carnal affections, The situation was secluded and hidden, I will pray for thee;" and clinging to her though from the neighboring highlands, or rosary as to an anchor, Mother Ursule signed from either side of the Lomonds the view a hasty dismissal to her most troublesome was wide and rich enough to explain why the pensionnaire, and sank back in her walnut- bold bordermen were given to harrying Fife tree prie-Dicu.

and the Lothians. There lay the royal huntSoon the sun set, and the vesper belling-ground of Falkland, with grey Falkland rang, and the sisters passed to their last itself, and its small satellite, the ancient Court daily act of worldly observance—their sup- Coventry, the Fruchie ; yonder wound the per of potage au lait—and the early cres

Eden past Balfour of Burley's ruined castle, cent moon alone looked in on the brown, Pitlour, Kinloch, Melville, and Rankeillour, little cells of St. Anna and their snowy beds, with the hamlets of Strathmiglo and Colessie, and the one wakeful, quivering, restless face and the weaver-town of Auchtermuchty: half hidden in the gloom.

away on that table land waved the woods of

Leslie House and Balbirnie ; from this height THE DEAN.

stretched the hill of Benarty, at whose feet The fair kingdom of Fife lay looming out slept storied Loch Leven and Kinross, with of the spring mists and waving under the Bruce of Kinross as a shelter for his unfor

the stately square of Kinross House, built by spring gales-Flanders' storms the coast tunate master James.


The Dean looked on none of these places. I far as daylight was concerned ; but summer It was its own world—a home-like, hearty, and winter, a great fire roared up the ample plentiful world—which its inmates denomi- chimney, and glowed on the flitches, the coils nated the town, the farm-town of the Dean, of worsted, the herbs on the shelves, the sweet when the beeches and ashes were in glancing dishes and cupboard filled with their tender green; mellow and brilliant Dutch porcelain. The chairs and settles when full summer yellowed the corn and were black with age, and clear as a mirror purpled the hills; snug and slumberous with careful polish ; so were the spinningwhen the wintry drift whirled and eddied in wheels, humming their endless song; while its recesses, when the sheep were crowded in the tables were delicately white as sand and the yard, or if incautiously left exposed on scouring-cloths could render them. In the the hill-side, dug out with labor and danger. warm chimney corner was niched a great

Most kindly folk were the dwellers in the chair in a tartan wrapper; and there, envelDean—Simon Lauder, his wife, son, and oped in shawls and a red camlet cloak, her daughter-simple, upright people, in the very cap protected by a plaid screen, lay a master's case, graced with talent and learn- woman in middle life; wasted and ghastly, ing not rare under a Scotch roof of any class. save when the fever-spot burned on her And Simon Lauder was well descended—a cheek; composed and resigned, as only a branch of the House of Lauder of the Bass, habit of sickness implies. Many a cottage a line of some standing among the Fife and many a hall held then similar victims to gentry—and had been educated by an uncle, the life-long chills and heats, and racking an erudite professor in St. Andrew's Univer- pains of ague. sity, though he found in after life no higher Mrs. Lauder had been struck down early, calling than that of an honest yeoman. and never entirely delivered from the disease.

In the yard congregated young cattle, pigs, She had been a cheery active woman in her dogs, stray lambs, and poultry. The sides better days; and it was a notable thing to of the irregular square were formed of out- remark how the elastic spirit and the sunny house, shed, barn, cottage, of very various temper had, under grace, triumphed over even proportion, closed at one end by an irregular this malady, and trampled it under foot. mass of toppling, tipsy stacks, completed on How helpful she still was; how in her great the other by the gable of the farm-house, chair, or creeping about the farm-house, she with its small peaked windows, one of them conquered the body, continued the mistress, belonging to the great kitchen, deliberately the guiding spirit, the strength and sweetness surveying every atom of the home farm of the dwelling, until her family half forgot work. In the front of the house, command that she was a stricken woman. ing the little den, was the garden, divided tiousness, the waywardness, the cloud and into two narrow strips by high privet hedges, the darkness, were for Anne Lauder's sadand planted with hardy vegetables, curling dened brow and shaken spirit. greens, feathery carrots, needle-like onions, In the deep embrasure of the gable winwith a few gooseberry bushes and apple-dow, piled up on its bunker, were some old trees, and little knots of humble flowers, copies of the Gentleman's Magazine, and “the bonny briar bush of our kail-yard,” a few well-used calf-skin volumes, Hector tufted sweetwilliam, purple thyme. At this Boece's History of Scotland, Livy and Virgil pring-season the branching apple-trees were mingling their venerable and noble voices, covered with rosy buds; the gooseberry and their memories of imperial Rome and the the currant bushes on the low wall were in rich plains of Lombardy, not unharmoniously full blossom ; clusters of red and white auri- with the rustic sounds of the Dean kitchen. cula and waving daffodils made gay the little In the other window stood Anne Lauder's garden ; and the blackbirds in the den, even wheel, and on the sill was her huswife ; but in this bleak Scotch April, were trilling Anne herself was absent. Over the chimney their melodies.

corner, opposite his mother's seat, hung vaThe farm-house door stood open, as it did rious portions of shining harness and halffrom morning till night; and beyond the finished traps for vermin, and nets for "birds spence appeared the kitchen, the family —that was John Lauder's place, occupied apartment, roomy, low-roofed, and dark as only when the daylight was done, and the


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family gathered round the hearth. In the Anne's face flushed slightly. "Mother, background one servant lass sat at her wheel, they're just little thought of because they're singing in an undertone the ditty of " Hunt- common; set them in flower-pots, and but ing tower ; ” while the other, having con- ane for miles, and they would be wonders. cluded her scrubbing of the stone floor, I was up the den listening to the blackbirds ranged on the shelves the trenchers and that I have heard ilka summer of my life mugs used at dinner.

without staying to take in their song any The clock struck four. Mrs. Lauder more than the birr of the wheel or the looked up pleasantly.

threshing mill. I fancy you will think that “Make haste, bairns; make haste, Jean : nonsense too; but, na, the very gowans are the gudeman and John will be in presently. bonny ladies, it's only us that are ill-looking The sowing keeps them late ; the more need and ill-doing under the sun." And Anne that their four hours be ready served. Men- turned her back; but the next moment her folk should never be trysted with disorder hand was, as if mechanically, smoothing her and delay."

mother's pillows, and taking Jean's post she Jean bustled forward, and proceeded to concluded the preparations for the sunset set plates and fry ham and boil eggs; and meal so quickly, that it did the eye good to the gudewife counselled her that “the gude- see her. man preferred his eggs hard, and Jock gave Mrs. Lauder's sunken eye brightened, but his vote for the bacon crisp."

she sighed too; her Anne had been as clever A quick, restless foot crossed the threshold, and dutiful and happy a girl as ever honored and Anne Lauder stood in the room. She a mother's training, or blessed a father's had a drooping chicken carried carefully in roof: but by Anne, so simple, honest, and one hand, and in the other she held a few unimaginative, had been worked out one of shoots of broom bursting into golden rods. those destinies that convert the milk of huShe was a womanly girl of three-and-twenty, man nature to gall. with a good and modest, not a pretty face; Anne Lauder, in her usefulness and her the hair was auburn, the complexion pale, sheer goodness, had thought less of love and the cheek-bones prominent; there was some-lovers than most maidens; perhaps looking thing thoughtful, considerate, self-forgetful in up to Simon Lauder with the breadth, the look, that yet was not contented, but wealth, and gentleness of his cultivated careworn, abstracted, eager.

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a powers, though rude herself, she would have dress only a little finer than that of the ser- been hard to please. But Anne had an advant girls : a petticoat of dark blended col- mirer, an ardent, desperately-earnest adors, a short gown of buff linen, her hair in- orer, one of her brother John's comrades, a terwoven and bound with a riband—a becom- handsome, hot-headed, wild young man, 2. ing dress to Anne, as to other young women. yeoman, like the Lauders, but as un like as

She brought in a little wicker basket filled possible to Anne. Anne had laughed at his with feathers, and, depositing therein the excessive devotion, and paid little heed to his ailing chicken, and covering it lightly, placed prayers. John Lauder had warned his sisit within the fireside circle, saying, “poor ter against what he, a grave, slow man, birdie, poor forsaken, shivering thing." scorned as the mere froth of idle passion.

Is it one of Tappie's birds ? " inquired Simon Lauder and his wife were shy of an Mrs. Laurler; "she's aye been a poor bird- imprudent match. The lover, treated coolly mother ; I would have thrawn her neck and on all sides, goaded by disappointment and put her in the pot over and over again, but contempt, became more unsteady and reckfor her beauty, the feckless thing, and she less in his habits and life, sinking rapidly in follows Jock's foot like a dog."

his career, until a year before, in a brawl “What cock or hen, duck or goose, down over a shooting match, he “slew a young to the wee silly bantams, will not do that, man to his hurt,” and flying from justice and mother ? ” observed Anne, listlessly. flinging behind him a burning farewell of

Bairn," exclaimed Mrs. Lauder, in her mingled love and hate to Anne Lauder, he faint 'joking voice, “you carry these bits of disappeared. Some said he flung himself broom as if they were posies-lilies, or gil- from the nearest craig, and that his body liflowers

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the dark stones, the hemlock, and the net- | natural courtesy in his homely address such tles of the bollow below. Some, that he was as might have distinguished any squire or pressed and had gone to sea, and would laird in the land. serve out his time before the mast, in a man- John Lauder was heavy looking, but there of-war, and never dare return to the north of was sense in his firm lip and steadfast eye. Fife. Others held that he had enlisted un- Because of the scarcity of laboring men— der orders for America, and was now fight-not yet recovered from the thinning of the ing, a private soldier in Captain Bruce's regi- late rebellion, drained as the country was by ment, with that portion of the British army the present war, and by the fact that the engaged in the American wars. Dead or times when great bubble schemes burst, were alive, he had disgraced his name, and by vice not very prosperous—and also in spite of or and crime was an outlawed man, rejected and because of his father's "wit,” John Lauder spurned alike by friend and kinsman. had to undergo an extraordinary amount of

The catastrophe smote Anne Lauder's toil in order to preserve the family comfort gentle heart: many said she did not deserve and independence. So unfailing was John, blame; loving voices urged her to peace, and so quiet, that unconsciously the family, his screened her with indignant zeal from one father even, depended upon his discretion hair of the head's injury; though poor and had confidence in his goodness, and Jamie Herriot's mother, and his brother and threw upon him a burden under which his sisters, spoke hard words against her in their nature could not develop itself, or expand in sore sorrow. "Anne Lauder could not forget. hardy, lusty greenness, especially since AnShe saw Jamie Herriot before her in the ne's misfortune. John Lauder had been an frank foolish fondness of his first sueing; anxious fellow, careless of accomplishment she bade the boy begone ; and she recalled or enjoyment, subdued and broken, if it had the strange pang written on the brow, the not been for the natural unavoidable clumsy fixed reproach of the eye, the lowliness of force of his character and the depths of his the supplication. She saw him a man, with principles. the fire of hell in his face and heart; or an The Lauders were closely conformed to unshrouded corpse, abandoned to the raven old Presbyterianism in its earnestness and and the crow—and all innocent as she was fear of God; and Anne, before her life was of evil thought or deed in the matter, her blasted and her heart was wrung, had been still heart melted ; sympathies undreamed of an example of humble reverence and loving before were ever yearning for utterance ; a docility ; if her faith failed her in the storm, thousand mute voices spoke suddenly in her it'was a true faith nevertheless, and its perappalled ears ; her whole nature was trans- fume hung about her still,—whispered, perfigured; she turned against the friends to haps, of the day when what had given way whom she had been so attached and submis- on earth would be ended and perfected, if

in her secret soul she blamed them, not here below, in yon pure heaven above. her wise, mild father, her manful, laborious “How have you fared to-day, Mysie, my brother, her suffering, uncomplaining mother woman ? ” inquired Simon Lauder, lovingly, -as the authors of her misery.

as he sat down at the broad end. The watery sun had gone down, and fol- “Real well, Simon; I had just two drows, lowing on each other's footsteps, Simon Lau- and I'm as steady as a rock to-night;" and der and his son entered their dwelling. They Mrs. Lauder extended her emaciated, tremuwere both tall men, and both, though clad in lous arm. “Nay, John, dinna smile, I'm the coarsest of hodden grey, possessed that steady for me; I'm ne'er a big, strong man nameless personal dignity with which the like you. Thank you, Anne, thank you, my Hay's of Luncarty may have bent, to the dear,—I'm near enough the table." yoke; but the father vindicated his superior “ You ken you'll spill your cup, mother, or training by an air of higher breeding than you'll gar John to hold it, and get nothing that borne by his descendant. A massive, for himself; but if he likes, it's all ane to tranquil, sagacious face was Simon Lauder's me.” when he removed the bonnet, below which “Mysie, lass,” said Simon Lauder, mediliis hair was now grizzied and scanty; and tatively, “I wish we could get word of some there was an ease in his movements and a great physician to cure your disorder ; John


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There was Master Gornelius Mysie, seams of burning coal, across the Agrippa, lang syne,—and one Cardan; but I water; and I've been thinking that there may doubt he was a great rogue.”

be coal, or lead, or silver, and gold itself far “I'll have to do with no rogues after tak- down beneath the green brows of our Lowith you, Simon Lauder."

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no miser than either ; but I know of no great name could count; Dominus providebit.” And of this century in medicine, though in other Simon took up his magazine, and read how things there have been Mansfield and Stair, the author Junius was electrifying London, Rodney and Clive, James Thomson and Al- and Beckford the Mayor counselling the lan Ramsay."

King. “No physician could heal a ten years' John Lauder appropriated his appointed ague, Simon, lad,” observed Mrs. Lauder, seat, and while the young women, clearing meekly; "it is well that there's a great the board, began to bake and to spin, he Physician for the soul, both in this world conversed at intervals with his mother, telland the next."

ing the day's news,—what acres he had Simon Lauder bent his fine head reverently. sown, what peats were to be cut next day, Scotch philosophers were not yet linked with where he had chosen her flax field, how he the sneers and the scepticism of Hume. had met Katie Fleming on her way to the

The meal went on in silence until John Kinross preachings and bidden her come for Lauder looked suddenly up, with a beam of her dole, how Roger Arnot was bent upon pride and pleasure in his blue eye,—"Father, getting to Edinburgh or to Glasgow to show I forgot. What was in my head ? Colonel his model to some machinery man ; while Beresford is to take our colt, and give you Mrs. Lauder, with long pauses, knitted her your own price.”

grey hose and bent to him her ear. Anne Simon Lauder laid down his knife and span, and looked not at the flaxen thread, but fork in honest triumph. “Our colt bought saw what wrecks on the stormy sea, what hiss as a charger for his Lordship! reared by ing bulletts and flashing swords, and ghastly ourselves! the foal of my mare Jess! John, heaps of wounded men, what savage Indians lad, we may hold up our heads.”

with scalps and tomahawks,—or what still “ The colt,” Mrs. Lauder exclaimed, “ to and terrible object half covered with the go so far, and be so promoted !”

long grass, a rag showing here and there " John's colt—that he fed on bits of our among the untrodden vegetation in the cairn bannocks many a day—to smell powder and where the sun never shone, beneath the overrun to battle! Jean, Lizzy, the colt's to hanging crags of the Lomonds. gang to his Lordship, and the Countess will In the quiet household, quieter now than be fancying our calves next!” exclaimed it was wont, where the servant lassies exAnne, with animation ; but the generous changed their occasional gossip in an underexultation which would formerly have lasted tone, that they might not disturb the master for days in their uneventful life

, died out as at his everlasting book, the sound from the she spoke ; and John knew, as he cast down adjoining yard and out-houses, the bark of his eyes in replying to his father's next ques- the watch-dog at a passing step, the stamption, that Anne's lip was again quivering, ing of the horses in their stable, the occa .and her bleeding heart swelling afresh against sion al low of a greedy cow who had eaten him in undying contest.

her allowance of hay and looked for more, “Where did the Colonel look save here, the shrill cackle of a hen pushed by a quartelJohn?”

some neighbor on her crowded beam of “He was over Kinneil, Logiebutts, and dreading a prowling rat among her youthful Woodmill," John said, in a low voice. brood, the bleat of the lambs to their Simon Lauder was pushing back his chair. mothers, the very laugh of the herd-boy as

“I ken not about the calves, but there's he hoaxed Saunders the full-growu ploughthe sheep, John, the sheep ; 80 much clothing | man at his own fireside, and the scolding of

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