to a king that rules in righteousness, and by the laws of the Kingdom.

Hence it was very natural for the tyrant, and his parasites, to associate in their minds, the idea of a christian, with that of an enemy to his throne. And, hence, to mingle in devotions, to utter the venerated language of christian piety, to sing psalms, to speak and preach against tyranny, to educate the youth in these principles, dear to every genuine Scottishman's heart,- -were deemed crimes sufficient to draw down the heaviest wrath of the tyrant, and Tory partizans ! The conversation was interrupted by the attendant announcing supper.

"A student's supper, I engage it," cried Anna Burleigh, with an arch glance at her brother; as she followed the servant;" it is time for me to be framing an apology." "Not to me, surely, who am also a student," cried Sir William, as he led in Mary Stewart.

"It is no part of my whig creed," said the Baronet, willing to see his children and friends happy and cheerful; -"to believe that Divine Providence designs all good things for ungodly men and Tories. We shall find, at least, a stoup o' gude claret."

"He is a man of principle," said Burleigh to himself, as they shut the door behind them:-" and he has ever carried his principles out honestly into active life. My father's fireside scenes, and the welcome which he gave to strangers have shewn the tenets of the whig school in this particular item. I hae perceived, hithertil, no great ground o' quarrel between the Whig and Tory on the score o' Crater comforts! What say you to that, Archy?" added he, addressing himself to the Janitor, who had slipt quietly into the room, and was listening as if he expected to hear the death-rattles in Burleigh's throat.

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Na, na!" cried Archy, overjoyed to see him so well. "There's nae kind o' difference on that score, preceesly. There may be, and is a wee difference as to the season and the modus, as oor learned ones wad say. They'll no just eat yer plumpuddings on a christmas day, for fear o' being jaloosed o' keeping sacred and holy sic a day, ye ken. Nor tak they a royatous dinner of a Sabbath, or Sunday, as yer pockpuddin Englishers ca't. But, my certie! if they dinna like their gausy beef and puddins, o' a richt kind, in

their proper season, then I'm no Archy Cawmill. And then as to the modus, ye see, the Whig's table will be garnished oot wi' the gude things o' this life, and the best o' them. But then, he puts his knife to his throat: he's maister o' his appetite: he fa's na on like yer dog. He mingles a' things wi' religion, the grand seasoner. He wull lift baith his hauns, and he wull pronounce ye a blessing lang eneugh for ane o' the Indulged ministers' forenoon prayers! And he wull scrupulously return thanks in the same gaite.-Noo, unless the Tories be slandered shamously, not e'en their bishops du this. And by some cantripe or ither, their prayers and graces hae ay grown shorter and shorter syn the King cam hame; and latterly they hae vanished wi' a hasty consumption.-Then the Whig stints himsel. The limit he sets to his indulgences he winna transgress. Did any o' us e'er hear o' a gluttonous Whig? A drunken Whig? A swearing Whig? But yer Tory is a gourmand by taste and profession. You may limit him in his liberties: you may e'en strip him o' liberty and religion, that is, supposing, for the sake o' oor argument, that the crater e'er had ony religion to be stript aff him,—for a man canna tak the breeks aff a heelan man!-Why he wad utter ye nae complaint, providin' ye wad, allow him ane unlimited profusion o' gude vivers, divine claret, and boisterous merriment! But were yer absolute supremacy and divine-right men to trench upon this, and e'en gie them a' their liberties and religion to the fullest, they wad curse his maist sacred majesty to his face ;-as the deel aince observed to his betters!

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'Noo, in thae waesome times, I'm meikle grieved to see mony a bonny callan, no to speak o' bearded men, suffering, when they micht contrive to cheat the Tory oot o' his prey, and sae escape.-Noo, Maister Burleigh,"-added Archy as he drew up near his bed and assumed a grave and knowing look,- could I gain the ears o' the Whigs as their adviser and advocate, and if I could prevail on them just to tak ae salutary advice whilk I could gie, that is, supposing a Whig-wi' reverence be it spoken, could be induced, for a time, as it were, to jouk and let the jaw gae ower, and just quiet the scruples o' conscience, and conceal his religion and politics,-I wad na hae them to deny them ootricht,--but just dissemble, as it were, a wee while;

and tak on wi' the noisy Tories, and learn a wee touch o' their ways; and drink their stoup o' claret, and throw aff their tass o' brandy wi' yer roaring splorers in the houffs; and sing yer catch o' some indecent sang; and hiccup blasphemy, and curse a' psalm-singers; and let oot in high style yer King Charlie oaths noo and then,-Why, my Maister, I reddye weel, no ane o' them micht e'er be called to glorify HIM in the Grass-market o' Embroch; or the Gallows-field o' Glasgow! But if they wunna consent to dissemble, or gie up their religion and liberty,—they maun e'en suffer. There's nae remedy!"

"Glorious logic! Archy," cried Burleigh." And is it a matter o' difficulty wi' thee to evolve the conclusion ?" "Conclusion! Humph,"-ejaculated Archy, as if he viewed the case in despair. "We canna get a Scotch Whig e'en to eat plum-pudding on Christmas! And on what ither point wad they yield? In troth, I micht suner set Tintoc hill on the tap o' Benlomond, as mak a Scotch Whig swerve, or e'en dissemble.-But, I'm forgetting mysel', wi' my nonsense; excuse me, Master Burleigh; I came frae his Reverence the Principal, (God bless him,) to tell you, that he, and twa or three others o' the Faculty will come ower bye to visit you to-morrow forenoon."

"I shall be honoured and gratified," said Burleigh. "He has been grieved to hear an unco ill report o' you;' continued the loquacious Archy; "but I hae been doing my best to put as passable a face on the business, as I can."

"Yes, Archy,"-cried Burleigh,-" and before you do yourself know any thing about the business. I dare say you succeeded, to admiration, in illuminating the Principal on this subject. We shall live, I dare say, Archy, to give you joy as councillor for the Whigs. Adieu, and carry my dutiful obedience to the gude Principal, and his learned coadjutors."

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Archy, with the freedom, for which a kind heart made ample atonement, shook Burleigh by the hand; and expressed his immeasurable felicity at seeing him so well;For, surely, I thocht o' naething short o' seeing you streekit oot i' the last gasp o' mortal agony: yer een stelled in yer head; the death rattle in yer throat, an' a' ready for the extreme unction,-gif ye had been a Roman,-gude forgie me for e'en conceivin' it possible that the son o yer

faither could be sic a thing! Fare ye weel, my bonny lad! I'll no fail to report you favourably to the Principal,"continued Archy with a condescension ludicrously grave,"and I sall assure him, that yer principles are, after a,' haile at heart; and that the affair is na half sae heinous, on the whole, as thae glaikit craters,-the Tories, wha want ay to hae a hair in oor neck,-I'm no saying wha they are,-hae officiously reported the thing till him!"

CHAPTER III.

"St. Why what a monstrous fellow thou art, thus to rail on me. "Kent. Draw, you rogue! for though it be night, the moon shines. I'll make a sop of the moonshine of you. Draw, you cullionly barbermonger, draw!"-SHAKSPEARE'S LEAR.

NEXT morning, at the hour appointed, Sir William hastened to the apartments of his friend, without having arranged his thoughts-or having even made the least preparation to meet the approaching investigation by the Principal.

While the college bell was yet ringing the hour, the Principal, and several of the professors, entered Burleigh's sitting-room-for they knew the value of time, and the promise to keep an engagement, was with them sacred.

Principal was a person of a very fine figure. He was tall and erect; and unusually grave in his manners. His hair was white-but not by age. The sorrows of the times and he had received his share of them-had bleached it whiter than the hand of time could have done it. His complexion was fresh: his brow high and finely polished: with the exception of a few wrinkles on the lower and central parts thereof. His hair was neatly parted on the forehead; and fell in curls, over his ears, and on his shoulders. His beard, after the fashion of the senior ministers of that day, he wore about five inches long; and it terminated in a point in front. His eyebrows still retained their jet black colour: His eyes were dark; and they had an expression of severity in them. His coat and doublet

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were of black velvet; the former having the usual liberal allowance of skirt as to fulness-but short; with large flaps over his outside pockets, and a row of buttons transversely, of no small dimensions-like those on the single row in front: and the latter-the doublet, having pockets and flaps nearly as liberal, rounded off at each side, and extending down over the small clothes almost to the knees. The latter mentioned item of his dress, of the same materials, barely reached the cap of the knee; had a long row of buttons extending up half way from the knee to the loin: and the lower extremity of this side opening was fixed by a knot of black ribbons, shaped out in the form of a large moss rose. His silk stockings came up over his knee, when he sat-his shoes came up over his ankles, and each of them had a graceful bunch of black silk ribbon, as large as those at his knees.

He walked forward, bowing and smiling with a paternal air, into the midst of the circle; and, then, he saluted each with a smile of courteousness, and unaffected good will. He embraced the Baronet with great affection:-and the remembrance of their mutual sufferings rose in their minds, and sent a tear at the same instant, over their cheeks. He laid his hand in a paternal manner on the head of each of the Baronet's beautiful daughters, as they were presented to him, and kissed them as he pronounced his blessing on them. And while the other professors were paying their services to the company, he walked up to the bedside of Burleigh and sat down beside him.-And taking Burleigh's hand in his right hand, and Sir William's in the other-he fixed on them a long and silent look. He uttered no reproach. Sud denly dropping their hands, he whispered to them-" I for got me,-young men! your hands are stained with blood."

As he left them, and seated himself by the Baronet several of the professors placed themselves in a circle by the bedside of Burleigh; and kindly inquired if his wounds were nearly healed. They are I may say well," whis pered Burleigh-"at least they give me no pain. The wound is mainly in heart." my In your heart, Sir". -ex claimed the mathematical professor, taking him in a literal sense. "Oh! no-I do not mean that," said Burleigh, re plying to his meaning, rather than to his words.

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