child, at whose coining into the world I foresaw this fatal trial may God give thee grace to support it with firmness !'
" The young man was left alone ; and hardly did he find him- self so, when like a swarm of demons, the recollection of all his sins of omission and commission, rendered even more terrible by the scrupulousness with which he had been educated, rushed on his mind, and, like furies armed with fiery scourges, seemed de- termined to drive him to despair. As he combated these horrible recollections with distracted feelings, but with a resolved mind, he became aware that his arguments were answered by the sophistry of another, and that the dispute was no longer confined to his own thoughts. '1 he author of evil was present in the room with him in bodily shape, and, potent with spirits of a melancholy cast, waa impressing upon him the desperation of his state, and urging sui- cide as the readiest mode to put an end to his sinful career. Amid his errors, the pleasure he had taken in prolonging his journey un- necessarily, and the attention which he had bestowed on the beauty of the fair female, when his thoughts ought to have been dedicated to the religious discourse of her father, were set before him in the darkest colours ; and he was treated as one who, having sinned against light, was therefore deservedly left a prey to the prince ot darkness.
" As the fated and influential hour rolled on, the terrors of the hateful presence grew more confounding to the mortal senses of the victim, and the knot of the accursed sophistry became more inextricable in appearance, at least to the prey whom its meshes surrounded. He had not power to explain the assurance of pardon which he continued to assert, or to name the victorious name in which he trusted. But his faith did not abandon him, though he lacked for a time the power of expressing it. ' Say what you will,' was his answer to the tempter ; ' I know there is as much betwixt the two boards of this book as can insure me forgiveness for my transgressions, and safety for my soul.' As he spoke, the clock, which announced the lapse of the fatal hour, was heard to strike. The speech and intellectual powers of the youth were instantly and fully restored ; he burst forth into prayer, and expressed, in the most glowing terms, his reliance on the truth, and on the author, of the gospel. The demon retired, yelling and discomfited ; and the old man, entering the apartment with tears, congratulated his guest on his victory in the fated struggle.
" The young man was afterwards married to the beautiful maiden, the first sight of whom had made such an impression on him, and they were consigned over, at the close of the story, to domestic happiness. So ended John MacKinlay's legend.
" Tlie author of Waverley had imagined a possibility of framing an interesting, and perhajjs not an unedifying, tale, out of the in- cidents of the life of a doomed individual, whose efforts at good
