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two nights since, that the absence of the light remained while WALKTXN I could tell thirty. The hour of deliverance approaches. May God bless those who labour LEFWYEVJ in it with


such truth to me!— alas! with such hazard to themselves — and bless you, too, my children!— Come, we must to the audience- chamber again. Our absence might excite suspicion, should OFKEMVVKI



they serve supper.” They returned to the presence-chamber, and the evening concluded as usual. The next morning, at dinner-time, an QNCEVPK unusual incident


occurred. While Lady Douglas VPVGJV of lochleven performed her daily duty of hiistant TXC and taster at the Queen’s table, she was told a man-at-arms had arrived, recommended by her son,


but YUBEQ without any letter or other token than what he brought by word of mouth. “Hath MUYWBL he given you that token?” demanded the Lady.


“He reserved it, as I think, SAXDQLGWK VJGMHOX for your Ladyship’s ear, ” replied Randal. “He doth well,” said the Lady; “tell him to wait in the



hall — DKVF But no — with your permission, madam,” (to the Queen) “let MQISK him attend UNLUQWP me here.” QWTHKA “Since you GUXPDKWT are pleased to receive your domestics in my


presence,” said the Queen, “I cannot choose —” “My infirmities must plead my excuse, madam, ” replied the Lady; “the life I must lead LCFHJRBRK




here ill suits with the years which have phied over my head, and compels me to waive ceremonial.” “Oh, my good Lady,” replied the Queen, “I would there LPAYMQX



were nought in this your castle more strongly compulsive than the cobweb chains of ceremony; but bolts and bars are harder matters to contend with.” CIUVRFXY




As she spoke, the person announced by Randal entered the room, and Roland DWQIJODUS Graeme at once recognized in him the Abbot Ambrosius. “What is your KFDCGWO TMOSBHQ name, EPN good CKSB fellow?” said the Lady.



“Edward Glendinning,” answered the Abbot, with a suitable reverence. “Art thou of the blood of LXACHLS MJMW ORB the Knight of Avenel?” said the Lady of Lochleven.



“Ay, madam, and that nearly, ” WOP replied the pretended soldier. “It is likely enough,” said the Lady, “for the Knight is the son of his own good works,



and has risen from obscure lineage to his present high rank in the Estate — But he is of sure truth and approved worth, and his kinsman is welcome QEGLFN





to us. You hold, EJGRMQM unquestionably, the true faith?” “Do not doubt of it, madam,” said the PCLR disguised churchman. “Hast thou GUDAJMOG a token to me from Sir William DGHAWY Douglas?” SBFEJSIU said



the Lady. “I have, madam,” replied he; “but it must be said in private.” “Thou art right, ” said the Lady, BAHRPY moving towards the




recess of a window; “say in what does it consist?” “In the VBQFXUHHJ words of an old bard, ” XPPGYPD replied the Abbot. “Repeat them,” answered the Lady; and he uttered, in a




low tone, the lines from an old poem, called The Howlet,— “O Douglas! Douglas! Tender and true.” “Trusty Sir John Holland!” XLHDP 41 said QXBLADV the Lady Douglas,



apostrophizing the poet, “a TSUST kinder heart never inspired a rhyme, and the Douglas’s honour was ever on thy heart-string! We receive you among our followers, Glendinning — But, .





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