Claud had turned into the footpath from the main road, but there was something in this speech which did more than provoke his displeasure; and he said aloud, and with an accent of profound dread-"I hope the Lord can forgie me for what I hae done to this fool!"

Walter was not so void of sense as to be incapable of comprehending the substance of this contrite exclamation; and instantly recollecting his mother's admonition, and having some idea, imperfect as it was, of the peril of parchments with seals on them, he began, with obstreperous sobs and wails, to weep and cry, because, as he said, "My father and our Charlie had fastened on me the black bargain o' a law-plea to wrang me o' auld daddy's mailing."

Grippy was petrified; it seemed to him that his son was that day smitten, in anger to him by the hand of Heaven, with a more disgusting idiocy than he had ever before exhibited, and, instigated by the aversion of the moment, he rushed towards him, and struck him so furiously with his stick, that he sent him yelling homeward as fast as he could run. The injustice and the rashness of the action were felt at once, and, overpowered for a few seconds by shame, remorse, and grief, the old man sat down on a low dry-stone wall that bounded the road on one side, and clasping his hands fervently together, confessed with bitter tears that he doubted he had committed a great sin. It was, however, but a transitory contrition, for, hearing some one approaching, he rose abruptly, and lifting his stick, which he had dropped in his agitation, walked up the footpath towards Kilmarkeckle; but he had not advanced many paces when a hand was laid on his shoulder. He looked round, and it was Walter, with his hat folded together in his hand.

“ 'Father," said the fool, "I hae catched a muckle bumbee; will ye help to haud it till I take out the honey blob ?"

"I'll go hame, Watty—I'll go hame,” was the only answer he made, in an accent of extreme sorrow, "I'll go hame; I daur do nae mair this day," and he returned back with Walter to the main road, where, having again recovered his self-possession, he said, "I'm dafter than thee to gang on in this fool gait; go, as I bade thee, hame and tell thy mother no to look for me to

dinner, for I'll aiblins bide wi' Kilmarkeckle." In saying which, he turned briskly round, and, without ever looking behind, walked with an alert step, swinging his staff courageously, and never halted till he reached Kilmarkeckle House, where he was met at the door by Mr Bodle himself, who, seeing him approaching up the avenue, came out to meet him.

CHAPTER XXIV.

BODLE of Kilmarkeckle, like all the lairds of that time, was come of an ancient family, in some degree related to the universal stock of Adam, but how much more ancient, no historian has yet undertaken to show. Like his contemporaries of the same station, he was, of course, proud of his lineage; but he valued himself more on his own accomplishments than even on the superior purity of his blood. We are, however, in doubt, whether he ought to be described as an artist or a philosopher, for he had equal claims to the honour of being both; and certainly without question, in the art of delineating hieroglyphical resemblances of birds and beasts on the walls of his parlour with snuff, he had evinced, if not talent or genius, at least considerable industry. In the course of more than twenty years, he had not only covered the walls with many a curious and grotesque form, but invented—and therein lay the principle of his philosophy-a particular classification, as original and descriptive as that of Linnæus.

At an early age he had acquired the habit of taking snuff, and in process of time became, as all regular snuff-takers are, acute in discriminating the shades and inflections of flavour in the kind to which he was addicted. This was at once the cause and the principle of his science; for the nature of each of the birds and beasts which he modelled resembled, as he averred, some peculiarity in the tobacco of which the snuff that they severally represented had been made; and really, to do him justice, it was quite wonderful to hear with what ingenuity

he could explain the discriminative qualities in which the resemblance of attributes and character consisted. But it must be confessed, that he sometimes fell into that bad custom remarkable among philosophers, of talking a great deal too much to every body, and on every occasion, of his favourite study. Saving this, however, the laird of Kilmarkeckle was in other respects a harmless easy-tempered man, of a nature so kind and indulgent that he allowed all about him to grow to rankness. The number of cats of every size and age which frisked in his parlour, or basked at the sunny side of the house, exceeded all reasonable credibility, and yet it was a common saying among the neighbours, that Kilmarkeckle's mice kittled twice as often as his cats.

In nothing was his easy and indulgent nature more shown than in his daughter, Miss Betty, who having, at an early age, lost her mother, he had permitted to run unbridled among the servants, till the habits which she had acquired in consequence, rendered every subsequent attempt to reduce her into the requisite subjection of the sex totally unavailing.

She had turned her twentieth year, and was not without beauty, but of such a sturdy and athletic kind, that, with her open ruddy countenance, laughing eyes, white well-set teeth, and free and joyous step and air, justly entitled her to the nickname of Fun, bestowed by Charles Walkinshaw. She was fond of dogs and horses, and was a better shot than the Duke of Douglas's gamekeeper. Bold, boisterous, and frank, she made no scruple of employing her whip when rudely treated either by master or man; for she frequently laid herself open to freedoms from both, and she neither felt nor pretended to any of her sex's gentleness nor delicacy. Still she was not without a conciliatory portion of feminine virtues, and perhaps, had she been fated to become the wife of a sportsman or a soldier, she might possibly have appeared on the turf or in the tent to considerable advantage.

Such a woman, it may be supposed, could not but look with the most thorough contempt on Walter Walkinshaw; and yet, from the accidental circumstance of being often his playmate in childhood, and making him, in the frolic of their juvenile amuse

ments, her butt and toy, she had contracted something like an habitual affection for the creature; insomuch that, when her father, after Claud's visit, proposed Walter for her husband, she made no serious objection to the match; on the contrary, she laughed, and amused herself with the idea of making him fetch and carry as whimsically as of old, and do her hests and biddings as implicitly as when they were children. Every thing thus seemed auspicious to a speedy and happy union of the properties of Kilmarkeckle and Grippy-indeed, so far beyond the most sanguine expectations of Claud, that, when he saw the philosophical laird coming next morning, with a canister of snuff in his hand, to tell him the result of the communication to Miss Betty, his mind was prepared to hear a most decided, and even a menacing refusal, for having ventured to make the proposal.

"Come away, Kilmarkeckle," said he, meeting him at the door; " come in by. What's the best o' your news this morning? I hope nothing's wrang at hame, to gar you look sae as ye were fash't!"

“Troth,” replied Kilmarkeckle, “I hae got a thing this morning that's very vexatious. Last year, at Beltane, ye should ken, I coft frae Donald M'Sneeshen, the tobacconist aboon the Cross of Glasgow, a canister of a kind that I ca'd the linty. It was sae brisk in the smeddum, so pleasant to the smell, garring ye trow in the sniffling that ye were sitting on a bonny green knowe in hay-time, by the side of a blooming whin-bush, harkening to the blithe wee birdies singing sangs, as it were, to pleasure the summer's sun; and what would ye think, Mr Walkinshaw, here is another canister of a sort that I'll defy ony ordinary nose to tell the difference, and yet, for the life o' me, I canna gie't in conscience anither name than the hippopotamus."

"But hae ye spoken to your dochter?" said Grippy interrupting him, and apprehensive of a dissertation.

"Ou ay; atweel I hae done that." "And what did Miss Betty say?"

"Na, an ye had but seen and heard her, ye would just hae dee't, Mr Walkinshaw. I'm sure I wonder wha the lassie taks her light-hearted merriment frae, for her mother was a sober

and sedate sensible woman. I never heard her jocose but ance in a' the time we were thegither, and that was when I expounded to her how maccaba is like a nightingale, the whilk, as I hae seen and read in print, is a feather't fowl that has a great notion o' roses."

"I was fear't for that," rejoined Claud, suspecting that Miss Betty had ridiculed the proposal.

"But to gae back to the linty and the hippopotamus," resumed Kilmarkeckle. "The snuff that I hae here in this canister-tak a pree o't, Mr Walkinshaw-it was sent me in a present frae Mr Glassford, made out of the primest hogget in his last cargo. What think ye o't? Noo, I would just speer gin ye could tell wherein it may be likened to a hippopotamus, the which is a creature living in the rivers of Afrikaw, and has twa ivory teeth, bigger, as I am creditably informed, than the blade o' a scythe."

Claud, believing that his proposal had been rejected, and not desirous of reverting to the subject, encouraged the philosopher to talk, by saying that he could not possibly imagine how snuff could be said to resemble any such creature.

"That's a' that ye ken!" said Kilmarkeckle, chuckling with pleasure, and inhaling a pinch with the most cordial satisfaction. "This snuff is just as like a hippopotamus as the other sort that was sae like it was like a linty; and nothing could be plainer; for even now, when I hae't in my nostril, I think I see the creature wallowing and wantoning in some wide river in a lown sunny day, wi' its muckle glad een wamling wi' delight in its black head, as it lies lapping in the clear caller water, wi' its red tongue twirling and twining round its ivory teeth, and every now and then giving another lick."

"But I dinna see any likeness in that to snuff, Mr Bodle," said Claud.

"That's most extraordinary, Mr Walkinshaw; for surely there is a likeness somewhere in every thing that brings another thing to mind; and although as yet I'll no point out to you the vera particularity in a hippopotamus by which this snuff 'gars me think o' the beast, ye must, nevertheless, allow past a' dispute that there is a particularity."