when Rizzio was murdered, fell on the field of Langside, smitten not by the hand of the enemy, but by the finger of God;-how Colin, Earl and boy-General at fifteen, was dragged away by force, with tears in his eyes, from the unhappy skirmish at Glenlivet, where his brave Highlanders were being swept down by the artillery of Huntley and Errol,-destined to regild his spurs in future years on the soil of Spain.

Then I told him of the Great Rebellion, and how, amid the tumult of the next fifty years, the Grim Marquis-Gillespie Grumach, as his squint caused him to be called-Montrose's fatal foe, staked life and fortunes in the deadly game engaged in by the fierce spirits of that generation, and, losing, paid the forfeit with his head, as calmly as became a brave and noble gentleman, leaving an example, which his son-already twice rescued from the scaffold, once by a daughter of the gallant house of Lindsay, again a prisoner, and a rebel -because four years too soon to be a patriot-as nobly imitated;-how, at last, the clouds of misfortune cleared away, and honours clustered where only merit had been the martyr's aureole, almost become hereditary, being replaced in the next generation by a ducal

before;

coronet, itself to be regilt in its turn with a less sinister lustre by him-

"The State's whole thunder born to wield,

And shake alike the senate and the field;"

who baffled Walpole in the cabinet, and conquered with Marlborough at Ramilies, Oudenarde, and Malplaquet;and, last,-how at that present moment, even while we were speaking, the heir to all these noble reminiscences, the young chief of this princely line, had already won, at the age of twenty-nine, by the manly vigour of his intellect and his hereditary independence of character, the confidence of his fellow-countrymen, and a seat at the council board of his sovereign.

Having thus duly indoctrinated Sigurdr with the Sagas of the family, as soon as we had crossed the lake I took him up to the Castle, and acted cicerone to its pictures and heirlooms,—the gleaming stands of muskets, whose fire wrought such fatal ruin at Culloden ;— the portrait of the beautiful Irish girl, twice a Duchess, whom the cunning artist has painted with a sunflower that turns from the sun to look at her;-Gillespie Grumach himself, as grim and sinister-looking as in life; -the trumpets to carry the voice from the hall-door to Dunnaquaich ;-the fair beech avenues, planted by the

old Marquis, now looking with their smooth grey boles, and overhanging branches, like the cloisters of an abbey; the vale of Esechasan, to which, on the evening before his execution, the Earl wrote such touching verses; the quaint old kitchen-garden;-the ruins of the ancient Castle, where worthy Major Dalgetty is said to have passed such uncomfortable moments;-the Celtic cross from lone Iona :-all and everything I showed off with as much pride and pleasure, I think, as if they had been my own possessions; and the more so as the Icelander himself evidently sympathised with such Scald-like gossip.

Having thoroughly overrun the woods and lawns of Inverary, we had a game of chess, and went to bed pretty well tired.

The next morning, before breakfast, I went off in a boat to Ardkinglass to see my little cousins; and then returning about twelve, we got a post-chaise, and crossing the boastful Loch Awe in a ferry-boat, reached Oban at nightfall. Here I had the satisfaction of finding the schooner already arrived, and of being joined by the Doctor, just returned from his fruitless expedition to Holyhead.

LETTER IV.

THROUGH THE SOUNDS-STORNAWAY-THE SETTING UP OF THE
FIGURE-HEAD-FITZ'S FORAY-OH WEEL MAY THE BOATIE ROW,
THAT WINS THE BAIRNS'S BREAD-SIR PATRICK SPENS JOINS-
UP ANCHOR.

Stornaway, Island of Lewis, Hebrides,
June 9, 1856.

WE reached these Islands of the West the day before yesterday, after a fine run from Oban.

I had intended taking Staffa and Iona on my way, but it came on so thick with heavy weather from the south-west, that to have landed on either island would have been out of the question. So we bore up under Mull at one in the morning, tore through the Sound at daylight, rounded Ardnamurchan under a doublereefed mainsail at two P. M., and shot into the Sound of Skye the same evening, leaving the hills of Moidart (one of whose " seven men" was an ancestor of your own), and the jaws of the hospitable Loch Hourn, reddening in the stormy sunset.

At Kylakin we were obliged to bring up for the night; but getting under weigh again at daylight, we took a fair wind with us along the east coast of Skye, past Raasa and Rona, and so across the Minch to Stornaway.

Stornaway is a little fishing-town with a beautiful harbour, from out of which was sailing, as we entered, a fleet of herring-boats, their brown sails gleaming like gold against the dark angry water, as they fluttered out to sea, unmindful of the leaden clouds banked up along the west, and all the symptoms of an approaching gale. The next morning it was upon us; but, brought up as we were under the lee of a high rock, the tempest tore harmlessly over our heads, and left us at liberty to make the final preparations for departure.

Fitz, whose talents for discerning where the vegetables, fowls, and pretty ladies of a place were to be found-I had already had occasion to admire, went ashore to forage; while I remained on board to superintend the fixing of our sacred figure-head-executed in bronze by Marochetti-and brought along with me by rail, still warm from the furnace.