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which he vented in complaints against the fickleness and caprice of these Indian Na. bobs, who never knew what they would be at for ten days together. Fortune generously determined to take the blame upon herself, and cut off even this vent of Mr Mac-Morlan's resentment...
An express arrived about six o'clock at night, “ very particularly drunk,” the maid servant said, with a packet from Colonel Mannering, dated four days back, at a town about a hundred miles distance from Kippletringan, containing full powers. to Mr Mac-Morlan, or any one whom he might employ, to make the intended purchase, and stating, that some family business of consequence called the Colonel himself to Westmoreland, where a letter. would find him, addressed to the care of Arthur Mervyn, Esq. of Mervyn Hall.
Mac-Morlan, in the transport of his wrath, flung the power of attorney at the head of the innocent maid-servant, and was only forcibly with-held from horse
My gold is gone, my money is spent,
My land now take it unto thee.
And thine for aye my land shall be.
Then John he did him to record draw,
And John he caste him a gods pennie;
HEIR OF LINNE.
The Galwegian John o’ the Scales was a more clever fellow than his prototype. · He contrived to make himself heir of Linne without the disagreeable ceremony of “ telling down the good red gold.” Miss Bertram no sooner heard this painful, and of late unexpected intelligence, than she proceeded on the preparations she had already made for leaving the mansion-house immediately. Mr Mac
Morlan assisted her in these arrangements, and pressed upon her so kindly the hospi. tality and protection of his roof, until she should receive an answer from her cousin, or be enabled to adopt some settled plan' of life, that she felt there would be upkindness in refusing an invitation urged with such earnestness. Mrs Mac-Morlan was a lady-like person, and well qualified by birth and manners to receive the visit, and to make her house agreeable to Miss Bertram. A home, therefore, and an hos. pitable reception, were secured to her, and she went on, with better heart, to pay the wages and receive the adieus of the few domestics of her father's family. .
Where there are estimable qualities on either side, this task is always affectingthe present circumstances rendered it doubly so. All received their due, and even a trifle more, and with thanks and good wishes, to which some added tears, took farewell of their young mistress. There remained in the parlour only Mr Mac-Mor.
lan, who came to attend his guest to his house, Dominie Sampson, and Miss Bertram. “ And now," said the poor girl, “I must bid farewell to one of my oldest and kindest friends.-God bless you, Mr Sampson, and requite to you all the kindness of your instructions to your poor pupil, and your friendship to him that is gone-I hope I shall often hear from you." She slid into his hand a paper containing some pieces of gold, and rose, as if to leave the room.
Dominie Sampson also rose; but it was to stand aghast with utter astonishment. The idea of parting from Miss Lucy, go where she might, had never once occurred to the simplicity of his understanding.-He laid the money on the table, “ It is certainly inadequate,” said Mac-Morlan, mistaking his meaning, “ but the circumstances”
Mr Sampson waved his hand impatiently—“ It is not the lucre-it is not the lu. cre—but that I, that have eat of her fa