"Let us follow him, then, and raise the country, and mak mair help as we ride, and then have at the Cumberland reivers! Take, burn, and slay-they that lie nearest us shall smart first."

"Whisht! haud your tongues, daft callants," said an old man, "ye dinna ken what ye speak about. What! wad ye raise war atween twa pacificated countries ?"

"And what signifies deaving us wi' tales about our fathers," retorted the young man, "if we're to sit and see our friends' houses burnt ower their heads, and no put out hand to revenge them? Our fathers did not do that,

I trow."

"I am no saying onything against revenging Hobbie's wrang, puir chield; but we maun take the law wi' us in thae days, Simon," answered the more prudent elder.

"And, besides," said another old man, “I dinna believe there's ane now living that kens the lawful mode of following a fray across the Border. Tam o' Whittram kend a' about it, but he died in the hard winter."

"Ay," said a third," he was at the great gathering when they chased as far as Thirlwall; it was the year after the fight of Philiphaugh."

"Hout," exclaimed another of these discording counsellors, "there's nae great skill needed; just put a lighted peat on the end of a spear, or hay-fork, or siclike, and blaw a horn, and cry the gathering-word, and then it's lawful to follow gear into England, and recover it by the strong hand, or to take gear frae some other Englishman, providing ye lift nae mair than's been lifted frae you. That's the auld Border law, made at Dundrennan, in the days of the Black Douglas. Deil ane need doubt it. It's

as clear as the sun."

"Come away, then, lads," cried Simon, " get to your geldings, and we'll take auld Cuddy the muckle tasker wi' us; he kens the value o' the stock and plenishing that's been lost. Hobbie's stalls and stakes shall be fou again or night; and if we canna big up the auld house sae soon, we'se lay an English ane as low as Heugh-foot is -and that's fair play, a' the warld ower."

This animating proposal was received with great applause by the younger part of the assemblage, when a whisper ran among them, "There's Hobbie himsell, puir fallow! we'll be guided by him."

The principal sufferer, having now reached the bottom of the hill, pushed on through the crowd, unable, from the tumultuous state of his feelings, to do more than receive and return the grasps of the friendly hands by which his neighbours and kinsmen mutely expressed their sympathy in his misfortune. While he pressed Simon of Hackburn's hand, his anxiety at length found words. "Thank ye, Simon-thank ye, neighbours-I ken what ye wad a' say. But where are they ?-Where are"

He stopped as if afraid even to name the objects of his inquiry; and with a similar feeling, his kinsmen, without reply, pointed to the hut, into which Hobbie precipitated himself with the desperate air of one who is resolved to know the worst at once. A general and powerful expression of sympathy accompanied him. "Ah, puir fallow-puir Hobbie!"

"He'll learn the warst o't, now !"

"But I trust Earnscliff will get some speerings o' the puir lassie."

Such were the exclamations of the group, who, having no acknowledged leader to direct their motions, passively awaited the return of the sufferer, and determined to be guided by his directions.

The meeting between Hobbie and his family was in the highest degree affecting. His sisters threw themselves upon him, and almost stifled him with their caresses, as if to prevent his looking round to distinguish the absence of one yet more beloved.

"God help thee, my son! He can help, when worldly trust is a broken reed."-Such was the welcome of the matron to her unfortunate grandson. He looked eagerly round, holding two of his sisters by the hand, while the third hung about his neck-" I see you-I count you-my grandmother, Lilias, Jean, and Annot; but where is- -" (he hesitated, and then continued, as if with an

effort)" Where is Grace? Surely this is not a time to hide hersell frae me-there's nae time for daffing now." "O brother!" and "our poor Grace !" was the only answer his questions could procure, till his grandmother rose up, and gently disengaged him from the weeping girls, led him to a seat, and with the affecting serenity which sincere piety, like oil sprinkled on the waves, can throw over the most acute feelings, she said, "My bairn, when thy grandfather was killed in the wars, and lest me with six orphans around me with scarce bread to eat, or a roof to cover us, I had strength, not of mine own-but I had strength given me to say, the Lord's will be done!* -My son, our peaceful house was last night broken into by moss-troopers, armed and masked; they have taken and destroyed all, and carried off our dear Grace. Pray for strength to say, His will be done!"

"Mother! mother! urge me not-I cannot-not now -I am a sinful man, and of a hardened race. Masked -armed-Grace carried off! Gie me my sword, and my father's knapsack-I will have vengeance, if I should go to the pit of darkness to seek it !"

"O my bairn, my bairn! be patient under the rod. Who knows when He may lift his hand off from us I Young Earnscliff, Heaven bless him, has ta'en the chase, with Davie of Stenhouse, and the first comers. I cried to let house and plenishing burn, and follow the reivers to recover Grace, and Earnscliff and his men were ower the Fell within three hours after the deed, God bless him! he's a real Earnscliff; he's his father's true son—a leal friend."

"A true friend, indeed; God bless him!" exclaimed Hobbie; "let's on and away, and take the chase after him."

"O, my child, before you run on danger, let me hear you but say, His will be done!"

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Urge me not, mother-not now." He was rushing out, when, looking back, he observed his grandmother make a mute attitude of affliction. He returned hastily,

threw himself into her arms, and said, "Yes, mother, I can say, His will be done, since it will comfort you."

May He go forth-may He go forth with you, my dear bairn; and O, may He give you cause to say on your return, His name be praised !”

"Farewell, mother!-farewell, my dear sisters!" exclaimed Elliot, and rushed out of the house.

CHAPTER VIII.

Now horse and hattock, eried the laird,—
Now horse and hattock, speedilie;
They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,

Let them never look in the face o' me.

Border Ballad,

"HORSE! horse! and spear!" exclaimed Hobbie to his kinsmen. Many a ready foot was in the stirrup; and, while Elliot hastily collected arms and accoutrements, no easy matter in such a confusion, the glen resounded with the approbation of his younger friends.

"Ay, ay!" exclaimed Simon of Hackburn, "that's the gate to take it, Hobbie. Let women sit and greet at hame, men must do as they have been done by; it's the Scripture says't."

"Haud your tongue, sir,” said one of the seniors, sternly; "dinna abuse the Word that gate, ye dinna ken what ye speak about."

"Hae ye ony tidings ?-Hae ye ony speerings, Hobbie ?—O, callants, dinna be ower hasty," said old Dick of the Dingle.

"What signifies preaching to us e'enow ?" said Simon ; ye canna make help yoursell, dinna keep back them that can."

"Whisht, sir; wad ye take vengeance or ye ken wha has wrang'd ye ?”

"D'ye think we dinna ken the road to England as weel as our fathers before us ?-All evil comes out o' thereaway-it's an auld saying and a true; and we'll e'en away there, as if the devil was blawing us south."

"We'll follow the track o' Earnscliff's horses ower the waste," cried one Elliot.

"I'll prick them out through the blindest moor in the Border an there had been a fair held there the day before," said Hugh, the blacksmith of Ringleburn, "for I aye shoe his horse wi' my ain hand.”

"Lay on the deer-hounds," cried another; "where are they ?"

"Hout, man, the sun's been lang up, and the dew is aff the grund-the scent will never lie."

Hobbie instantly whistled on his hounds, which were roving about the ruins of their old habitation, and filling the air with their doleful howls."

"Now, Killbuck," said Hobbie, "try thy skill this day" -and then, as if a light had suddenly broke on him,— "that ill-faur'd goblin spak something o' this! He may ken mair o't, either by villains on earth, or devils belowI'll hae it frae him, if I should cut it out o' his misshapen bouk wi' my whinger." He then hastily gave directions to his comrades: "Four o' ye, wi' Simon, haud right forward to Græmes'-gap. If they're English they'll be for being back that way. The rest disperse by twasome and threesome through the waste, and meet me at the Trysting-pool. Tell my brothers, when they come up, to follow and meet us there. Poor lads, they will hae hearts weel nigh as sair as mine; little think they what a sorrowful house they are bringing their venison to! I'll ride ower Mucklestane-Moor mysell."

d. And if I were you," said Dick of the Dingle, " I would speak to Canny Elshie. He can tell you whatever betides in this land, if he's sae minded."

"He shall tell me," said Hobbie, who was busy putting his arms in order," what he kens o' this night's job, or I shall right weel ken wherefore he does not "