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trembling, bat pretended to be fast asleep. When he was ready to depart, he took his bundle below his arm, came up to the side of the bed, and listened if I was sleeping. He then stood long hesitating, looking w(illegible text) fully to the door, and then to me, alternately; and saw him three or four times wipe his eyes. At le(illegible text)he shook me gently by the shoulder, and asked if I was awake. I feigned to start, and answered as if (illegible text) asleep. “I must bid you farewell,” said he, gro(illegible text) to get hold of my hand. “Will you not breakfast with us, Duncan?” said I. “No,” said he, “I (illegible text) thinking that it is best to steal away, for it will break my heart to take leave of your parents, and" - - “who. Duncan?” said I. “And you.” said he “(illegible text)deed, but it is not best, Duncan,” said I; ‘we will breakfast together for the last time, and then take formal and kind leave of each other.” We did breakfast together, and as the conversation turned on former days it become highly interesting to us all. W(illegible text) my father had returned thanks to Heaven for our (illegible text) we knew what was coming, and began to look at each other. Duncan rose, and after we had all loaded (illegible text)with our blessings and warmest wishes, he embraced my parents and me.—He turned about.—His eyes (illegible text) plainly, there is somebody still wanting, but his h(illegible text) was so full he could not speak. “What is becom(illegible text) Mary?" said my father;---Mary was gone.— (illegible text) searched the house, the garden, and the houses and the cottagers, but she was nowhere to be found. Poor lovelone forsaken Mary! She had hid herself (illegible text) the ancient yew that grows in front of the old (illegible text)that she might see her lover depart, without (illegible text) being seen, and might indulge in all the luxury of (illegible text).
I must pass over Duncan’s journey to the (illegible text) Highlands for want of room, but on the evening of the sixth day after leaving my father’s house, he r(illegible text)ed the mansion-house of Glenellich, which stands (illegible text) little beautiful woody strath, commanding a view
