the Lady Hermione's petition, for whom she professed entire affection; yet when we, suspecting anguis in herba, did put her to the very question, she was compelled to own a virtuous attachment for Glenvarlochides, in such a pretty passion of shame and fear, that we had much ado to keep our own eyes from keeping company with hers in weeping. Also she laid before us the false practices of this Dalgarno towards Glenvarlochides, inveigling him into houses of ill resort, and giving him evil counsel under pretext of sincere friendship, whereby the inexperienced lad was led to do what was prejudicial to himself and offensive to us. But, however prettily she told her tale, we determined not altogether to trust to her narration, but rather to try the experiment whilk we had devised for such occasions. And having ourselves speedily passed from Greenwich to the Tower, we constituted ourselves eaves-dropper as it is called, to observe what should pass between Glenvarlochides and this page, whom we caused to be admitted to his apartment, well judging that if they were of counsel together to deceive us, it could not be but something of it would spunk outAnd what think ye we saw, my lords?-Naething for you to sniggle and laugh at, Steenie-for I question if you could have played the temperate and Christian like part of this poor lad Glenvarloch. He might be a Father of the Church in comparison of you, man.And then to try his patience yet farther, we loosed on him a courtier and a citizen, that is Sir Mungo Malagrowther and our servant George Heriot here, wha dang the poor lad about, and did na greatly spare our royal selves. You mind, Geordie, what you said about the wives and concubines? but I forgie ye, man -nae need of kneeling, I forgie ye-the readier that it regards ane particular, whilk as it added not much to Solomon's credit, the lack of it can not be said to impinge on ours. Aweel, may lords, for all temptation of sore distress and evil ensample, this poor lad never loosed his tongue on us to say one unbecoming word-which inclines us the rather, acting always by your wise advice, to treat this affair of the Park as a thing done in the heat of blood, and under strong pro

vocation, and therefore to confer our free pardon on Lord Glenvarloch "

"I am happy your gracious Majesty," said the Duke of Buckingham," has arrived at that conclusion, though I could never have guessed at the road by which you attained it.

"I trust," said Prince Charles, "that is not a path which your Majesty will think it consistent with your high dignity to tread frequently."

casmis.

"Never while I live again, Baby Charles, that I give you my royal word on. They say that hearkeners hear ill tales of themselves-by my saul, my very ears are tingling wi' that auld sorrow Sir Mungo's sarHe called us close-fisted, Steenie-I am sure you can contradict that. But it is mere envy in the auld mutilated sinner, because he himself has neither a noble to hold in his loof, or fingers to close on it if he had." Here the King lost recollection of Sir Mungo's irreverence in chuckling over his own wit, and only further alluded to it by saying " We must give the old maunderer bos in linguam-something to stop his mouth, or he will rail at us from Dan to Beershe ba. And now, my lords, let our warrant of mercy to Lord Glenvarloch be presently expedited, and he put to his freedom; and as his estate is likely to go so sleaveless a gate, we will consider what means of favour we can show him.-My lords, I wish you an appetite to an early supper-for our labours have approached that term.-Baby Charles and Steenie, you will remain till our couchee.-My Lord Bishop, you will be pleased to stay to bless our meat.-Geordie Heriot, a word with you apart."

His Majesty then drew the citizen into a corner, while the counsellors, those excepted who had been commanded to remain, made their obeisance, and withdrew. "Geordie," said the King, "my good and trusty servant"-Here he busied his fingers much with the points and ribbands of his dress," Ye see that we have granted, from our own natural sense of right and justice, that which yon long-backed fallow, Moniplies I think they ca' him, proffered to purchase from us with a mighty bribe; whilk we refused, as being a

crowned King, who wad neither sell our justice nor our mercy for pecuniar consideration. Now, what think ye should be the upshot of this?"

"My Lord Glenvarloch's freedom, and his restoration to your Majesty's favour," said Heriot. "I ken that," said the King, peevishly. "Ye are very dull to day. I mean what do you think this fallow Moniplies should think about the matter?"

"Surely that your Majesty is a most good and gracious sovereign," answered Heriot.

"We had need to be good and gracious baith," said the King, still more pettishly, "that have idiots about us that can not understand what we mint at, unless we speak it out in braid Lowlands. See this chield Moniplies, sir, and tell him what we have done for Lord Glenvarloch, in whom he takes such part, out of our ain gracious motion, though we refused to do it on ony proffer of private advantage. Now, you may put it till him as if of your own mind, whether it will be a gracious or a dutiful part in him to press us for present payment of the two or three hundred miserable pounds for whilk we were obliged to opignorate our jewels? Indeed, mony men may think ye wad do the part of a gude citizen, if you took it on yourself to refuse him payment, seeing he hath had what he professed to esteem full satisfaction, and considering, moreover, that it is evident he hath no pressing need of money, whereof we have much necessity."

George Heriot sighed internally. "O my Master," thought he " my dear Master, is it then fated you are never to indulge any kingly or noble sentiment, without its being sullied by some after thought of interested selfishness!"

The King troubled himself not about what he thought, but taking him by the collar, said,-" Ye ken my meaning now, Jingler-awa' wi' ye. You are a wise man-manage it your ain gate-but forget not our present straits." The citizen made his obeisance,

and withdrew.

"And now, bairns," said the King, "what do you look upon each other for-and what have you got to ask at your dear dad and gossip?"

Only," said the Prince, that it would please your Majesty to command the lurking-place at the prison to be presently built up-the groans of a captive should not be brought in evidence against him."

"What! build up my lugg, Baby Charles? And yet better deaf than hear ill tales of one's self. So let them build it up, hard and fast, without delay, the rather that my back is sair with sitting in it for a whole hour. And now let us see what the cooks have been doing for us, bonnie bairns."

CHAPTER XIX.

To this brave man the knight repairs
For counsel in his law affairs;
And found him mounted in his pew,
With books and money placed for shew,
Like nest eggs to make clients lay,
And for this false opinion pay.

Hudibras.

OUR reader may recollect a certain smooth-tongued, lank-haired, buckram-suited Scottish scrivener, who, in the first volume of this history, appeared in the character of a protegé of George Heriot. It is to his house we are about to remove, but times have changed with him. The petty booth hath become a chamber of importance-the buckram suit is changed into black velvet; and although the wearer retains his puritanical humility and politeness to clients of consequence, he can now look others broad in the face, and treat them with a full allowance of superior opulence, and the insolence arising from it. It was but a short period that had achieved these alterations, nor was the party himself as yet entirely accustomed to them, but the change was becoming less embarrassing to him with every day's practice. Among other acquisitions of wealth, you may see one of Davie Ramsay's best time-pieces on the table, and his eye is fre

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quently observing its revolutions, while a boy, whom he employs as a scribe, is occasionally sent out to compare its progress with the clock of Saint Dunstan.

The scrivener himself seemed considerably agitated. He took from a strong box a bundle of parchments, and read passages of them with great attention; then began to soliloquize-"There is no outlet which law can suggest-no back door of evasion-none—if the lands of Glenvarloch are not redeemed before it rings noon, Lord Dalgarno has them a cheap penny worth. Strange, that he should have been at last able to set his patron at defiance, and achieve for himself the fair estate, with the prospect of which he so long flattered the powerful Buckingham.--Might not Andrew Skurlie whitter nick him as neatly? He hath been my patron-truenot more than Buckingham was his; and he can be so no more, for he departs presently for Scotland. I am glad of it--I hate him, and I fear him. He knows too many of my secrets-I know too many of his. But, no-no-no-I need never attempt it, there are no means of over-reaching him.-Well, Willie, what o'clock?"

"Ele'en hours just chappit, sir."

"Go to your desk without, child," said the scrivener. "What to do next--I shall lose the old Earl's fair business, and what is worse, his son's foul practice. Old Heriot looks too close into business to permit me more than the paltry and ordinary dues. The Whitefriars business was profitable, but it has become unsafe ever since-pah!-what brought that in my head just now? I can hardly hold my pen-if men should see me in this way! Willie, (calling aloud to the boy,) a cup of distilled waters-Sol-now I could face the devil."

"If. ye

He spoke the last words aloud, and close by the door of the apartment, which was suddenly opened by Richie Moniplies, followed by two gentlemen, and attended by two porters bearing money bags. can face the deevil, Maister Skurliewhitter," said Richie, "ye will be the less likely to turn your back on a sack or twa o' siller, which I have ta'en the freedom to bring you. Sathanas and Mamm on are near a-kin.”