"No, Glennaquoich; cleverer fellows have been before me."

"That's a scandal," said the young Highlander; " but you will share what is left of my subsidy: It will save you an anxious thought to-night, and be all one to-morrow, for we shall all be provided for one way or other before the sun sets." Waverley, blushing deeply, but with great earnestness, pressed the same request. "I thank ye baith, my good lads," said the Ba "but I will not infringe upon your peculium. Baillie Macwheeble has provided the sum which is necessary.

ron,

Here the Baillie shifted, and fidgetted about in his seat, and appeared extreinely uneasy. At length, after several preliminary hems, and much tautological expres. sion of his devotion to his honour's service, by night or day, living or dead, he began to insinuate," that the banks had removed all their ready cash into the Castle ;that, nae doubt, Sandie Goldie, the silversmith, would do mickle for his honour; but

there was little time to get the wadset made out; and, doubtless, if his honour, Glennaquoich, or Mr Waverley, could accommodate".

"Let me hear of no such nonsense, sir,” said the Baron in a tone which rendered Macwheeble mute, "but proceed as we accorded before dinner, if it be your wish. to remain in my service.'

To this peremptory order the Baillie, though he felt as if condemned to suffer a transfusion of blood from his own veins into those of the Baron, did not presume to make any reply. After fidgetting a little while longer, however, he addressed himself to Glennaquoich, and told him, if his honour had mair ready siller than wast sufficient for his occasions in the field, he could put it out at use for his honour in safe hands, and at great profit at this time. At this proposal Fergus laughed heartily, and answered, when he had recovered his breath," Many thanks, Baillie; but you must know it is a general custom among

us soldiers to make our landlady our bank. er. Here, Mrs Flockhart," said he, taking four or five broad pieces out of a well-filled purse, and tossing the purse itself into her apron, "these will serve my occasions; do you take the rest: Be my bank. er if I live, and my executor if I die; but take care to give something to the Highland cailliachs that shall cry the coronach loudest for the last Vich Ian Vohr."

"Well,

The soft heart of Mrs Flockhart was melted within her at this speech; she set up a lamentable blubbering, and positively refused to touch the bequest, which Fergus was therefore obliged to resume. then," said the Chief, " if I fall, it will go to the grenadier that knocks my brains out, and I shall take care he works hard for it."

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Baillie Macwheeble was again tempted to put in his oar, for where cash was concerned, he did not willingly remain silent.

Perhaps he had better carry the goud to Miss Mac-Ivor, in case of mortality, or ac

cidents of war. It might take the form of a mortis causa donation in the young leddie's favour, and wad cost but the scrape of a pen to make it out." eb.

"The young lady," said Fergus, "should such an event: happen, will have other matters to think of than these wretched louis d'ors."

“True undeniable-there's nae doubt o' that; but your honour kens that a full sorrow".

"Is endurable by most folks more ea sily than a hungry one. True, Baillie, very true; and I believe there may even be some who would be consoled by such a reflection for the loss of the whole existing generation; but there is a sorrow. which knows neither hunger nor thirst; and poor Flora"He paused, and the whole company sympathized in his emotion. The Baron's thoughts naturally reverted to the unprotected state of his daughter, and the big tear came to the veteran's eye. If I fall, Macwheeble, you

have all my papers, and know all my affairs; be just to Rose." The Baillie was a man of earthly mould after all, a good deal of dirt and dross about him undoubtedly, but some kindly and just feelings he had, especially where the Baron or his young mistress were concerned. He set up a lamentable howl. "If this doleful day should come, while Duncan Macwheeble had a boddle, it should be Miss Rose's. He wad scroll for a plack the sheet, or she kend what it was to want; if indeed a' the bonnie barony o' Bradwardine and Tully-Veolan, with the fortalice and manor-place thereof (he kept sobbing and whining at every pause) tofts-crofts-mosses-muirs

-outfield-infield-buildings →→orchards -dove-cotes-with the rights of net and coble in the water and loch of Veolantiends, parsonage and vicarage-annexis -connexis-rights of pasturåge-fuelpeat and divot-parts, pendicles, and pertinents whatsoever-(here he had recourse to the end of his long cravat to wipe his