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not the misery of others-extend to those who need it the mercy thou thyself hast tasted. Remember thy afflicted countrymen when thy voice has power, and fail not to let it rise in their behalf. And now, delay not farther-rise, and begone.' The wondering and still bewildered youth hesitated no longer; hastily partaking of the food which the recluse placed before him, he received back his arms, which, with his sandals, were laid by his bedside, and quitting the cavern, clambered up the side of the rocky ravine, and was soon on his way to the camp of Doozd Mahomed.

"And what, agas, think you, had been going on there since the time of the young man's departure? The Khan's distemper had risen to its height just about that time. He raved frantically-abused every one around him-roared incessantly for water! water!-and for cold! cold! -and besought his attendants to cut open his breast, and take out his heart, which had become, he said, a burning coal. The physicians ordered a last application of ice, gave their last dose of iced vinegar and water, and then left him to his fate. This frenzied state was too violent to continue very long; it gradually subsided into a less furious, though scarcely a more tranquil condition. Cries and shrieks gave place to low moanings, and his terrible convulsions to a less uncontrollable restless

ness.

"Towards midnight, the sick man's mutterings became more distinct. He talked as if he had been addressing some person present, and in less distracted phrases. At length his attendants could distinguish some of his expressions. Allah! have mercy Oh, holy Mahomed!-By the holy Koran!-by the Sacred Caaba! yes! yes! I promise, I swear! Inshallah! Inshallah!'-and each ejaculation was accompanied by a corresponding movement of head and hands, as if confirming what he said. This seemed to be the crisis of his disorder; for after it he grew still and tranquil, and, to the astonishment of those who looked every moment for his death, the heat and fever subsi

ded from that moment, and late on the ensuing day the Khan awoke from a long sleep, perfectly collected, and free from all disease, although still weak and exhausted.

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"Many were the Shukhur Khodahs!' and 'Alhumdulillahs!"* that were poured out upon this occasion by the attendants and all the household-but the first demand made by the Khan was for the Armenian youth whom he had ordered into confinement at the commencement of his ill ness. His servants, alarmed, and unwilling to tell the truth, looked at each other in silence. It was the Khanum alone who dared to inform him that the youth was no longer in camp. Not in camp!' echoed the Khan; and what, then, has become of him? By your own soul, Khanum, and by the holy Caaba! tell me where he is !'

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"The attendants, still imagining that the Khan's only reason for the enquiry was to order his immediate execution, and fearful of incurring blame for his unauthorized dismissal from the camp, could get no farther than to mutter some unintelligible excuses. Even the Khanum was alarmed at the emotion of her Lord, who still continued conjuring them in God's name to tell him the truth. At last, dreading the consequences of his impatience even more than his anticipated wrath- By the Khan's own head, then,' said she, the youth is gone to Agri-Daugh for an ice-worm to cure your fever, my Lord!'

"I know that,' said the Khan impatiently- I know it as well as you but where is he now? for he has returned from Agri-Daugh.'- Returned?-who?-Gregoor the Armenian? no, Khan-not a bit of himnor ever will doubtless-who ever. returns from the top of Agri-Daugh ? -and who cares about a scurvy Armenian, since your Lordship has got rid of your fever? Let the poor wretch go about his business.''Who cares?' echoed the Khan.

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* Thank God!—Persian,

the old white-bearded Ket Khodah of the last Armenian village we plundered, throwing himself before my horse's feet, and beseeching me to spare his grey hairs ; and there was something in the old man's look that troubled me-my liver melted within me like water, and strongly checking my horse, he bounded to one side, and the old man was saved. Suddenly his form altered in my sight, he wore long floating garments, and his countenance assumed a grave and noble, yet not unpleasing aspect.

Ye surely have not slain him?' added he, suddenly fixing his frowning eye upon them, "God forbid!-no, by the head of the Prophet !-no, by the Khan's salt!' burst forth the whole attendants in reply, greatly relieved as to the object of their Lord's urgency, and now, on their own accounts, wishing for the youth's return. Then let every one of my people set off this moment in search of him,' said the Khan; nor let them return till they bring him.'And accordingly the tent was soon cleared, and every one sallied forth to hunt for poor Gregoor.

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"By this time the physicians, hearing of the great man's unexpected recovery, had all come back to offer their congratulations on this fortunate event, hinting at the same time at their own great merit, and the handsome reward they expected for it. May your fathers all be well roasted, ye cousins of an ass !' cried the Khan, whose strength and energy appeared hourly to revive. This Is no dish of your cooking-I'll eat all you have in this matter any day of the Ramazaun, and never break my fast. Away with your long beards, big bellies, and empty heads!-your long yellow faces make me sickPack-go!

Hearken,' continued he to a few of his favourites, when the apartment had been cleared of intruders I will tell you how it all came about. Those wise heads thought that all was over with me--and bad enough truly matters were. I heard what they said about the ice-worm, while they believed me to be insensible, although

well did I know that mortal hands would never bring it from the old Daugh, yonder. Soon after, my head begun to spin round and simmer like a boiling pot-and wild fancies passed through my seething brain. Sometimes I was among ice and snow, sometimes in flames and fire. Then again I was upon my old warhorse, careering forward at a fearful rate, along with a whole troop of fiendish-looking riders, trampling and cutting down thousands of these miserable Armenians, while our very foot-tramps set their villages on fire. There was a terrible hurly-burly— and my whirling head was like to burst with pain from the heat of the burning houses; at last, out rushed

The Khan has done well,' said he, 'the mercy he has shewn he shall find;' and I found my heart soften in that moment, and the pangs that had so long gnawed my vitals experienced a momentary relief. But the whole scene had passed away, and I was lying in this very tent with all my attendants sleeping around my couch; and I tried to awaken them, but they would not hear me, when the same venerable person entered, accompanied by the Armenian youth Gregoor, who held in his hand a small basket of twigs. Chief,' said the former, addressing me, while every one around still slept profoundly, "behold, thy heart has been touched; -unworthy though thou art, thou hast tasted the mercy of the Omnipotent, who sends by the hands of his servant the remedy which will heal thy bodily ailments-take heed that thy mind partake the cure-beware that thou turn not good to evil-a blessing to a curse. Abandon thy evil ways devote the life which has been granted thee, to repairing the evil thou hast already committed, rather than to increasing it-persecute no more my people the Armenians-set free the captives thou hast taken-rebuild the villages thou hast burned, and, to the youth who freely risked his life to preserve thine, restore what thou hast taken -dismiss him and his wife with blessings and with benefits-for know that to his zeal thou owest thy life.-Dost thou promise all this?' I need scarcely say, friends, that I gave the promise in ready and in

earnest terms.

"The old man then turning to the young man, took from his basket a wonderful creature-how shall I describe it?-it resembled a serpent of

pure ice, its very look was chilling; and as it moved to and fro with a quick wavering motion, I felt its power in every vein. He stooped over my bed, and taking the creature, which lay passive in his grasp, wound it like a fillet round my head. The touch was magical-in a moment all the burning heat and restless confusion were gone, and gave place to a thrill of delicious calm, the more enchanting from my long previous sufferings. Thou art healed, and at peace,' said the aged man, and the continuance of that peace rests with thyself-the delicious coolness which the touch of this pure creature sheds over a repentant heart, will turn to fiercer tortures than yet thou hast experienced, if thy vows are ever broken-be virtuous and be happy.' With these words my aged physician and his companion vanished from my sight, and a deep sleep came over my senses, until I awoke just now, restored, as you all see, to health. And now, my friends, you will comprehend the cause of my solicitude for the young man's safety-God grant that no evil may have befallen him! "Agas, the Khan's fears were soon dissipated; for while he was yet speaking, a bustle at the tent-door announced an arrival, and the attendants entered, bringing in Gregoor, who had been met on his return close to the camp by those who were sent to seek him. I scarce need assure you, that the Khan, taught by his sufferings and his dream, never for

got his promise to the old saint. Not only did he restore to the youth his wife, and loaded them with presents, but he set all his Armenian captives at liberty, restored the plunder taken, rebuilt the burnt villages, and made good their losses to the inhabitants; in fine, until the day of his death, Doozd Mahomed Khan became the patron and protector of the very district and people, whom before this singular event he had bitterly persecuted.

"Thus, agas, you see that there is truth in what has always been told of the terrors of old Agri-Daugh, and the impossibility of reaching his summit, when even the good Gregoor failed, after encountering such terrible danger. You smile, as if you had still doubts?-Ah, well, agas, you are not the first Frank sahebs,* who have expressed this strange incredulity after they had heard this very story. I even remember one— may God forgive him! who ventured to hint a doubt of the Armenian youth having ever gone further than the cave of the recluse; that all the rest was merely a dream proceeding from an over-excited imagination, and that the Khan's recovery from his fever was more attributable to the cold applications of the despised physicians, than to this wonderful ice-worm-La-illah-il-allah! Some people can never be convinced! But come-we are late; and behold, yonder are the walls of the castle shining in the moonlight-Let us push forward."

* Gentlemen,

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"WE return-we return-we return no more!"
-So comes the song to the mountain-shore,
From those that are leaving their Highland home,
For a world far over the blue sea's foam:

"We return no more!" and through cave and dell
Mournfully wanders that wild Farewell.

"We return-we return-we return no more!"
So breathe sad voices our spirits o'er,
Murmuring up from the depths of the heart,
Where lovely things with their light depart;
And the inborn sound hath a prophet's tone,
And we feel that a joy is for ever gone.

"We return-we return-we return no more!"
-Is it heard when the days of flowers are o'er ?
When the passionate soul of the night-bird's lay
Hath died from the summer woods away?
When the glory from sunset's robe hath pass'd,
Or the leaves are borne on the rushing blast?

No! it is not the rose that returns no more;
A breath of spring shall its bloom restore;
And it is not the voice that o'erflows the bowers
With a stream of love through the starry hours;
Nor is it the crimson of sunset-hues,

Nor the frail flush'd leaves which the wild wind strews.

"We return-we return-we return no more!"

-Doth the bird sing thus from a brighter shore?
Those wings, that follow the southern breeze,
Float they not homeward o'er vernal seas?
Yes! from the lands of the vine and palm,

They come, with the sunshine, when waves grow calm.

"But WE-WE return-we return no more!"
The heart's young dreams when their spring is o'er ;
The love it hath pour'd so freely forth,

The boundless trust in ideal worth;

The faith in affection-deep, fond, yet vain—

-These are the Lost that return not again!

!

"Ha til ha til-ha til mi tulidle"-We return-we return-we return no more, the burden of the Highland song of emigration.

STORY OF ADAM SCOTT.

BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.

ON a fine summer evening, about the beginning of July, on a year which must have been about the latter end of the reign of Queen Anne, or some years subsequent to that, as Adam Scott, farmer of Kildouglas, was sitting in a small public-house on North Tyne, refreshing himself on brown bread and English beer, and his hungry horse tearing up the grass about the kail-yard dike, he was accosted by a tall ungainly fellow, who entered the hut, and in the broadest Northumberland tongue, enquired if he was bound for Scotland. "What gars ye speer that, an it be your will?" said Scott, with the characteristic caution of his country

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Woy, man, we'll give thee as mooch bread as thou canst eat, and as mooch beer as thou canst drinkand mwore we cannot have in this moorland," said the man.

"It is a fair offer," said Adam Scott; "but I'll no pit ye to that expense, as I am gaun o'er the fells the night at ony rate; sae, if ye'll wait my bijune, for my horse is plaguit weary, and amaist jaded to death, then we shall ride thegither, and I ken the country weel; but road ye will find nane."

The two men then fastened their horses, and came in and joined Scott; so they called for ale, drank one another's healths at every pull, and seemed quite delighted that they were to travel in company. The tall man, who came in first, was loquacious and outspoken, though one part of his story often did not tally

with the other; but his neighbour was sullen and retired, seldom speaking, and as seldom looking one in the face. Scott had at first a confused recollection of having seen him, but in what circumstances he could not remember, and he soon gave up the idea as a false one.

They mounted at length, and there being no path up the North Tyne then, nor till very lately, their way lay over ridges and moors, and sometimes by the margin of the wild river. The tall man had been very communicative, and frankly told Scott that they were going into Scotland to try to purchase sheep and cattle, where they expected to get them for next to nothing, and that they had brought gold with them for that purpose. This led on Scott to tell him of his own adventures in that line. He had come to Stagshaw bank fair, the only market then for Scots sheep and cattle in the north of England, with a great number of sheep for sale, but finding no demand, he bought up all the sheep from his countrymen for which he could get credit, and drove on to the Yorkshire markets, where he hawked them off in the best manner he could, and was now in fact returning to Scotland literally laden with money to pay his obligations.

After this communication, the tall man always rode before Adam Scott, and the short thick-set sullen fellow behind him, a position which, the moment it was altered, was resumed, and at which Scott began to be a little uneasy. It was still light, though wearing late, for there is little night at that season, when the travellers came to a wild glen called Bell's Burn, a considerable way on the English side of the Border. The tall man was still riding before, and considerably a-head, and as he was mounting the ridge on the north side of Bell's Burn, Adam Scott turned off all at once to the right. The hindermost man drew bridle on seeing this, and asked Scott, "Where now ?"

"This way, lads. This way," was the reply.

The tall man then fell a swearing

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