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"Whisht, whisht, mither!" cried Cuddie impatiently. Odd, ye daft wife, is this a time to speak o' thae things? -I tell ye I'll testify naething either ae gate or another. I hae spoken to Mr. Poundtext, and I'll tak the declaration, or whate'er they ca' it, and we're a' to win free off if we do that he's gotten life for himsell and a' his folk, and that's a minister for my siller; I like nane o' your sermons that end in a psalm at the Grassmarket."*

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"O, Cuddie, man, laith wad I be they suld hurt ye,' said old Mause, divided grievously between the safety of her son's soul and that of his body; "but mind, my bonny bairn, ye hae battled for the faith, and dinna let the dread o' losing creature-comforts withdraw ye frae the gude fight."

"Hout tout, mither," replied Cuddie, "I hae fought e'en ower muckle already, and, to speak plain, I'm wearied o' the trade. I hae swaggered wi' a' thae arms, and muskets, and pistols, buff-coats, and bandaliers, lang eneugh, and I like the pleugh-paidle a hantle better. ken naething suld gar a man fight, (that's to say, when he's no angry,) by and out-taken the dread o' being hanged, or killed if he turns back."

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"But, my dear Cuddie," continued the persevering Mause," your bridal garment-Oh, hinny, dinna sully the marriage garment !"

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"Awa, awa, mither," replied Cuddie ; ،، dinna see the folks waiting for me ?-Never fear me-I ken how to turn this far better than ye do-for ye're bleezing awa about marriage, and the job is how we are to win by hanging."

So saying, he extricated himself out of his mother's embraces, and requested the soldiers who took him in charge to conduct him to the place of examination without delay. He had been already preceded by Claverhouse and Morton.

* Then the place of public execution.

CHAPTER XXIII.

My native land, good night!

Lord Byron.

THE Privy Council of Scotland, in whom the practice since the union of the crowns vested great judicial powers, as well as the general superintendence of the executive department, was met in the ancient dark Gothic room, adjoining to the House of Parliament in Edinburgh, when General Grahame entered and took his place amongst the members at the council table.

"You have brought us a leash of game to-day, General," said a nobleman of high place amongst them. "Here is a craven to confess- -a cock of the game to stand at bay-and what shall I call the third, General ?" "Without further metaphor, I will entreat your Grace to call him a person in whom I am specially interested," replied Claverhouse.

"And a whig into the bargain?" said the nobleman, lolling out a tongue which was at all times too big for his mouth, and accommodating his coarse features to a sneer, to which they seemed to be familiar.

"Yes, please your Grace, a whig, as your Grace was in 1641," replied Claverhouse, with his usual appearance of imperturbable civility.

"He has you there, I think, my Lord Duke," said one of the Privy Counsellors.

"Ay, ay," returned the Duke, laughing," there's no speaking to him since Drumclog-but come, bring in the prisoners and do you, Mr. Clerk, read the record."

The clerk read forth a bond, in which General Grahame of Claverhouse and Lord Evandale entered themselves securities, that Henry Morton, younger, of Milnwood, should go abroad and remain in foreign parts, until

his Majesty's pleasure was further known in respect of the said Henry Morton's accession to the late rebellion, and that under penalty of life and limb to the said Henry Morton, and of ten thousand marks to each of his securities.

"Do you accept of the King's mercy upon these terms, Mr. Morton ?" said the Duke of Lauderdale, who presided in the council.

"I have no other choice, my lord," replied Morton. "Then subscribe your name in the record."

Morton did so without reply, conscious that, in the circumstances of his case, it was impossible for him to have escaped more easily. Macbriar, who was at the same instant brought to the foot of the council-table, bound upon a chair, for his weakness prevented him from standing, beheld Morton in the act of what he accounted apostacy.

"He hath summed his defection by owning the carnal power of the tyrant !" he exclaimed, with a deep groan "A fallen star!-a fallen star!"

"Hold your peace, sir," said the Duke, "and keep your ain breath to cool your ain porridge-ye'll find them scalding hot, I promise you.-Call in the other fellow, who has some common sense. One sheep will leap the ditch when another goes first."

Cuddie was introduced unbound, but under the guard of two halberdiers, and placed beside Macbriar at the foot of the table. The poor fellow cast a piteous look around him, in which were mingled awe for the great men in whose presence he stood, and compassion for his fellowsufferers, with no small fear of the personal consequences which impended over himself. He made his clownish obeisances with a double portion of reverence, and then awaited the opening of the awful scene.

"Were you at the battle of Bothwell Brigg ?" was the first question which was thundered in his ears.

Cuddie meditated a denial, but had sense enough, upon reflection, to discover that the truth would be too strong for him; so he replied with true Caledonian indirectness

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of response," I'll no say but it may be possible that I might hae been there."

"Answer directly, you knave-yes or no?-You know you were there."

"It's no for me to contradict your Lordship's Grace's honour," said Cuddie.

"Once more, sir, were you there ?-yes or no?" said the Duke, impatiently.

"Dear stir," again replied Cuddie, "how can ane mind preceesely where they hae been a' the days o' their life?"

"Speak out, you scoundrel," said General Dalzell, "or I'll dash your teeth out with my dudgeon-haft-Do you think we can stand here all day to be turning and dodging with you, like grey-hounds after a hare? 14

"Aweel then," said Cuddie, " since naething else will please you, write down that I cannot deny but I was there."

Well, sir," said the Duke," and do you think that the rising upon that occasion was rebellion or not ?"

"I'm no just free to give my opinion, stir," said the cautious captive, " on what might cost my neck; but I doubt it will be very little better."

"Better than what ?"

"Just than rebellion, as your honour ca's it," replied Cuddie.

Well, sir, that's speaking to the purpose," replied his Grace. "And are you content to accept of the King's pardon for your guilt as a rebel, and to keep the church, and pray for the King?"

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Blithely, stir," answered the unscrupulous Cuddie; "and drink his health into the bargain, when the ale'sgude." Egad," said the Duke, "this is a hearty cock.What brought you into such a scrape, mine honest friend ?" "Just ill example, stir," replied the prisoner, "and a daft auld jaud of a mither, wi' reverence to your Grace's honour."

"Why, God-a-mercy, my friend," replied the Duke, "take care of bad advice another time; I think you are not likely to commit treason on your own score.-Make out his free pardon, and bring forward the rogue in the chair "

Macbriar was then moved forward to the post of ex

amination.

"Were you at the battle of Bothwell Brigg ?" was in like manner, demanded of him.

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"I was," answered the prisoner, in a bold and resolute tone.

"Were you armed ?"

"I was not-I went in my calling as a preacher of God's word, to encourage them that drew the sword in His cause."

"In other words, to aid and abet the rebels ?" said the Duke.

"Thou hast spoken it," replied the prisoner.

"Well, then," continued the interrogator, "let us know if you saw John Balfour of Burley among the party?-I presume you know him ?"

"I bless God that I do know him," replied Macbriar ; "he is a zealous and a sincere Christian."

"And when and where did you last see this pious personage ?" was the query which immediately followed. “I am here to answer for myself," said Macbriar, in the same dauntless manner, "and not to endanger others." "We shall know," said Dalzell," how to make you find your tongue."

"If you can make him fancy himself in a conventicle," answered Lauderdale," he will find it without you.Come, laddie, speak, while the play is good-you're too young to bear the burden will be laid on you else." "I defy you," retorted Macbriar. "This has not been the first of my imprisonments or of my sufferings; and, young as I may be, I have lived long enough to know how to die when I am called upon."

"Ay, but there are some things which must go before an easy death, if you continue obstinate," said Lauderdale, and rung a small silver bell which was placed before him on the table.

A dark crimson curtain, which covered a sort of niche, or Gothic recess in the wall, rose at the signal, and displayed the public executioner, a tall, grim, and hideous