military enlistment. Fortunately, his friends discovered, by
computation, that there remained but a fortnight to elapse of the

engagement he had formed, and to which, though certain it was
never to be renewed, no power on earth could make him false.

With some difficulty they procured a reprieve for this short
space, after which they found him perfectlywilling to come under

any engagements they chose to dictate. He entered the service of
the Estates accordingly, and wrought himself forward to be Major

in Gilbert Ker's corps, commonly called the Kirk's Own Regiment
of Horse. Of his farther history we know nothing, until we find

him in possession of his paternalestate of Drumthwacket, which
he acquired, not by the sword, but by a pacific intermarriage

with Hannah Strachan, a matron somewhat stricken in years, the
widow of the Aberdeenshire Covenanter.

Sir Dugald is supposed to have survived the Revolution, as
traditions of no very distant date represent him as cruising

about in that country, very old, very deaf, and very full of
interminable stories about the mortal" target="_blank" title="a.不死的n.不朽的人物">immortal Gustavus Adolphus, the

Lion of the North, and the bulwark of the Protestant Faith.
*

READER! THE TALES OF MY LANDLORD ARE NOW FINALLY CLOSED,
closed, and it was my purpose to have addressed thee in the vein

of Jedediah Cleishbotham; but, like Horam the son of Asmar, and
all other imaginary story-tellers, Jedediah has melted into thin

air.
Mr. Cleishbotham bore the same resemblance to Ariel, as he at

whose voice he rose doth to the sage Prospero; and yet, so fond
are we of the fictions of our own fancy, that I part with him,

and all his imaginary localities, with idle reluctance. I am
aware this is a feeling in which the reader will little

sympathize; but he cannot be more sensible than I am, that
sufficient varieties have now been exhibited of the Scottish

character, to exhaust one individual's powers of observation, and
that to persist would be useless and tedious. I have the vanity

to suppose, that the popularity of these Novels has shown my
countrymen, and their peculiarities, in lights which were new to

the Southern reader; and that many, hithertoindifferent upon the
subject, have been induced to read Scottish history, from the

allusions to it in these works of fiction.
I retire from the field, conscious that there remains behind not

only a large harvest, but labourers capable of gathering it in.
More than one writer has of late displayed talents of this

description; and if the present author, himself a phantom, may be
permitted to distinguish a brother, or perhaps a sister shadow,

he would mention, in particular, the author of the very lively
work entitled MARRIAGE.

*
IV. APPENDIX.

No. I
The scarcity of my late friend's poem may be an excuse for adding

the spirited conclusion of Clan Alpin's vow. The Clan Gregor has
met in the ancient church of Balquidder. The head of Drummond-

Ernoch is placed on the altar, covered for a time with the banner
of the tribe. The Chief of the tribe advances to the altar:

And pausing, on the banner gazed;
Then cried in scorn, his finger raised,

"This was the boon of Scotland's king;"
And, with a quick and angry fling,

Tossing the pageantscreen away,
The dead man's head before him lay.

Unmoved he scann'd the visage o'er,
The clotted locks were dark with gore,

The features with convulsion grim,
The eyes contorted, sunk, and dim.

But unappall'd, in angry mood,
With lowering brow, unmoved he stood.

Upon the head his bared right hand
He laid, the other grasp'd his brand:

Then kneeling, cried, "To Heaven I swear
This deed of death I own, and share;

As truly, fully mine, as though
This my right hand had dealt the blow:

Come then, our foeman, one, come all;
If to revenge this caitiffs fall

One blade is bared, one bow is drawn,
Mine everlasting peace I pawn,

To claim from them, or claim from him,
In retribution, limb for limb.

In sudden fray, or open strife,
This steel shall render life for life."

He ceased; and at his beckoning nod,
The clansmen to the altar trod;

And not a whisper breathed around,
And nought was heard of mortal sound,

Save from the clanking arms they bore,
That rattled on the marble floor;

And each, as he approach'd in haste,
Upon the scalp his right hand placed;

With livid lip, and gather'd brow,
Each uttered, in his turn, the vow.

Fierce Malcolm watch'd the passing scene,
And search'd them through with glances keen;

Then dash'd a tear-drop from his eye;
Unhid it came--he knew not why.

Exulting high, he towering stood:
"Kinsmen," he cried, "of Alpin's blood,

And worthy of Clan Alpin's name,
Unstain'd by cowardice and shame,

E'en do, spare nocht, in time of ill
Shall be Clan Alpin's legend still!"

No. II.
It has been disputed whether the Children of the Mist were actual

MacGregors, or whether they were not outlaws named MacDonald,
belonging to Ardnamurchan. The following act of the Privy

Council seems to decide the question:--
"Edinburgh, 4th February, 1589.

The same day, the Lords of Secret Council being crediblie
informed of ye cruel and mischievousproceeding of ye wicked

Clangrigor, so lang continueing in blood, slaughters, herships,
manifest reifts, and stouths committed upon his Hieness'

peaceable and good subjects; inhabiting ye countries ewest ye
brays of ye Highlands, thir money years bybgone; but specially

heir after ye cruel murder of umqll Jo. Drummond of
Drummoneyryuch, his Majesties proper tennant and ane of his

fosters of Glenartney, committed upon ye day of last bypast, be
certain of ye said clan, be ye council and determination of ye

haill, avow and to defend ye authors yrof qoever wald persew for
revenge of ye same, qll ye said Jo. was occupied in seeking of

venison to his Hieness, at command of Pat. Lord Drummond, stewart
of Stratharne, and principaI forrester of Clenartney; the Queen,

his Majesties dearest spouse, being yn shortlie looked for to
arrive in this realm. Likeas, after ye murder committed, ye

authors yrof cutted off ye said umqll Jo. Drummond's head, and
carried the same to the Laird of M'Grigor, who, and the haill

surname of M'Grigors, purposely conveined upon the Sunday
yrafter, at the Kirk of Buchquhidder; qr they caused ye said

umqll John's head to be pnted to ym, and yr avowing ye sd murder
to have been committed by yr communion, council, and

determination, laid yr hands upon the pow, and in eithnik, and
barbarous manner, swear to defend ye authors of ye sd murder, in

maist proud contempt of our sovrn Lord and his authoritie, and in
evil example to others wicked limmaris to do ye like, give ys