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teaze her; for, to tell you the truth, I think her more in love with the memory. of that dead hero, than she is likely to be with any living one, unless he shall tread a similar path. But English squires of our day keep their oak trees to shelter their deer parks, or repair their losses of an evening at White's, and neither invoke them to wreath their brows, or shelter graves. Let me hope for one brilliant exception in a dear friend, to whom I would gladly give a dearer title."

The verses were inscribed,

In the Church-Yard of, in the Highlands of Scotland, said to mark the Grace of Captain Wogan, killed in 1649.

Emblem of England's ancient faith, a

! Full proudly may thy branches wave,

Where loyalty lies low in death,

And valour fills a timeless grave.

And thou, brave tenant of the tomb!
Repine not if our clime deny,
Above thine honour'd sod to bloom,
The flowerets of a milder sky.

These owe their birth to genial May;
Beneath a fiercer sun they pine,
Before the winter storm decay-

And can their worth be type of thine ?

Na! for, mid storms of Fate opposing,
Still higher swell'd thy dauntless heart,
And, while Despair the scene was closing,
Commenced thy brief but brilliant part.

'Twas then thou sought'st on Albyn's hill, (When England's sons the strife resign'd,) A rugged race resisting still,

And unsubdued though unrefined.

Thy death's-hour heard no kindred wail,
No holy knell thy requiem rung;
Thy mourners were the plaided Gael,

Thy dirge the clamorous pibroch sung.

Yet who, in Fortune's summer-shine
To waste life's longest term away,

Would change that glorious dawn of thine,
Though darken'd ere its noontide day?

Be thine the Tree whose dauntless boughs
Brave summer's drought and winter's gloom!
Rome bound with oak her patriots' brows,
And Albyn shadows Wogan's tomb.

Whatever might be the real merit of Flora Mac-Ivor's poetry, the enthusiasm which it intimated was well calculated to make a corresponding impression upon her lover. The lines were read-read againthen deposited in Waverley's bosom-then again drawn out, and read line by line, in a low and smothered voice, and with frequent pauses which prolonged the mental treat, as an Epicure protracts, by sipping slowly, the enjoyment of a delicious beverage. The entrance of Mrs Cruickshanks, with the sublunary articles of dinner and

wine, hardly interrupted this pantomime of affectionate enthusiasm.

At length the tall ungainly figure and ungracious visage of Ebenezer presented themselves. The upper part of his form, f notwithstanding the season required no such defence, was shrouded in a large. great-coat, belted over his under habiliments, and crested with a huge cowl of the same stuff, which, when drawn over the head and hat, completely overshadow.. ed both, and being buttoned beneath the chin, was called a trot-cosy. His hand q grasped a huge jockey whip, garnished with brass mounting. His thin legs tenanted a pair of gambadoes, fastened at the sides with rusty clasps. Thus accoutred, he stalked into the midst of the apartment, and announced his errand in brief phrase, "Yere horses are ready."

"You go with me yourself then, landlord ?"

I do, as far as Perth; where ye may

be supplied with a guide to Embro', as your occasions shall require."

Thus saying, he placed under Waverley's eye the bill, which he held in his hand; and at the same time, self-invited, filled a glass of wine, and drank devoutly to a blessing on their journey. Waverley stared at the man's impudence, but, as their connection was to be short, and promised to be convenient, he made no ob servation upon it; and having paid his reckoning, expressed his intention to depart immediately. He mounted Dermid accordingly, and sallied forth from the Golden Candlestick, followed by the pu ritanical figure we have described, after he had, at the expence of some time and difficulty, and by the assistance of a "louping-on-stane," or structure of masonry erected for the traveller's convenience in front of the house, elevated his person to the back of a long-backed, raw-boned, thingutted phantom of a broken-down bloodhorse, on which Waverley's portmanteau