and were endeavouring to fire the ship with their torches, when the Captain and his two protectors, supported by a few of the crew that were sober, sallied forth from the cabin, sword in hand, and, after a desperate struggle, succeeded in clearing the deck. Not a few of the mob had jumped into the river, torch in hand, and were screaming in the agonies of death for assistance. whole attention of the crowd was now directed to save their drowning companions, which gave the Captain time to cut his cables, and, taking advantage of the wind and tide, he instantly put to sea, and in a short period the noise and commotion died away, leaving a tumult in the mind not unlike the remembrance of a troubled stream.

The

A dark night, with a heavy sea, and frequent squalls, left no alternative, but to steer away across the dark bosom of the North Sea. When Sol had thrown his broad beams upon the ocean, not a vestige of land could be discovered in any direction; and close to the poop stood Davie Garrie, with his arms folded, and his brow clouded with thought, mingled with despair. When Lewis arrived upon deck, he was greeted wish, "Saul, my Lord, but we've play'd oursel's a bonny pliskie. This comes frae fighting ither

fo'ks' quarrels, and leaving our ain daurg in the deadthraws. What will the Marquis think? and what will the Marchioness say? Aye, Davie Garrie, that was the card, the very kalendar of all honest serving-men, to be found lacking of my duty."

"Peace, David," exclaimed Lewis," when it is explained, all will be right. Providence brought us to the aid of these strangers in their utmost need, and the chance of the fray forced us on board and here we are, tossing on the billows of the Northern Ocean; but Providence will not forsake us. No, Davie, there is a special hand in all this."

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Weel, weel, my Lord Lewie, had Providence but sent me to the Back o' the Cabrach, or the Hill o' North, I should hae been as well satisfied. There is nae doubt but we will have a special handling ere we get back to Bogieside; but fool is he that shuts his een when he shoots his bird bolt; he may miss his aim, and it is nae security to his vision. The Captain says, a few days will tak' us to Middleburgh, and, by the same calculation, a few days will bring us back; and as your Lordship is acquaint wi' the lingo o' thae foreigners, which you learned when you was at

the College of Leyden, sae there is some sma' Lord."

hope in our case yet, my

After a tempestuous voyage, that occupied nine days, the ship arrived at Middleburgh. The Captain carried his passengers ashore, and introduced Lewis into the house of a friend, Hans Vendermere, a painter of some eminence. The kindness of the Captain, and the hospitable attention of the old painter, made Lewis almost forget his misfortunes. The Captain, being about to sail for Bourdeaux, which was to occupy a few days, called on Lewis, and proffered him his purse, which was declined.

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"Then, farewell, my noble Scot," said he, a short time will bring me back to Middleburgh, and then thou and I, God willing, shall seek our way back to thy native land. Thou wilt find my old friend, Hans Vendermere, a courteous landlord, and one that thou may'st lean upon in need; and since thou wilt not take the dross which this purse contains, I shall leave it with the old man for thy special use."

"Thanks to thee, De Grat, and heaven send thy voyage prosperous, and of short duration for I am unhappy when I think upon the sensa

tion which my absence must have created in my father's house."

"And as for me, my Lord Lewie,” exclaimed Davie," I could almost make a paction with the auld ane, if he would but let me ride o'er to Scotland on a ragweed yad, or a hemlock stallion. "For my heart is in the Highlands,

My heart is na here,

My heart is in the Highlands,

A hunting the deer.”

66 Patience, Davie, patience man, matters will mend, and that speedily."

"They ha'e muckle need, my Lord. A hill I canna see aboon the size o' a hay sowie; and as for their canals, ha'e they ony o' the attraction that a mountain stream has in our ain country? There it comes plunging o'er the ridge o' a rock like a siller bow, and then it wimples and bickers amang the stanes, and again, it frisks and dances in eddying circles.-I am almost certain, my Lord Lewie, that King David o' auld tuned his harp on the water o' Bogie; for where could he get living waters if it was na in the north o' Scotland ?"

"I doubt much, Davie," said De Grat, "if thou and one of my countrymen would agree upon

comparing notes; for, if I recollect right, he hath written a large folio volume to prove, that the Garden of Eden was in the east part of Gilderland, and that Low Dutch was the primitive language."

"As to these points, Captain De Grat," replied Davie, "I would be loth to argue; but this is my Catholic opinion, that my Garden of Eden must be in the head of Aberdeenshire." The Captain now took his departure-Lewis returned to his easel, where he was making rapid progress, under the tuition of old Vendermere, while Davie amused himself in the more humble vocation of grinding and preparing the colour for the old man and his pupil. In these amusements a considerable portion of time slipped away.

One day as Lewis was taking a walk upon the ramparts, he met John o' Middleburgh, who made up to him with all the familiarity of an old acquaintance. His dress was much altered from that in which Lewis had formerly seen him equipt in. He wore a dark cloth cloak, with a broad hat, and a feather that projected from the back part of it; it was more the equipment of a Burgomaster than a seafaring man. He was accompanied with two younger personages of a genteel appear