sell, and I'll uphad it, the biggest man in Scotland shouldna take a gun frae me or I had weized the slugs through him, though I'm but sie a little feckless body, fit for naething but the outside o' a saddle and the fore-end o' a poschay-na, na, nae living man wad venture on that. I'll wad my best buckskins, and they were new coft at Kirkcudbright fair, it's been a chance job after a'.--But if ye hae naething mair to say to me, I am thinking I maun gang and see my beasts fed" and he departed accordingly.

The ostler, who had accompanied him, gave evidence to the same purpose, He and Mrs Mac-Candlish were then re-interrogated, whether Brown had no arms with him on that unhappy morning. "None," they said, "but an ordinary bit cutlass or hanger by his side."

“Now," said the Deacon, taking Glos sin by the button, (for, in considering this intricate subject, he had forgot Glossin's new accession of rank) "this is but

doubtfu' after a', Maister Gilbert- for it was not sae dooms likely that he would go down into battle wi" sic sma' means."

Glossin extricated himself from the Deacon's grasp, and from the discussion, though not with rudeness; for it was his present interest to buy golden opinions from all sorts of people. He enquired the price of tea and sugar, and spoke of providing himself for the year; he gave Mrs Mac. Candlish directions to have a handsome entertainment in readiness for a party of five friends, whom he intended to invite to dine with him at the Gordon-Arms next Saturday week; and, lastly, he gave a halfcrown to Jock Jabos, whom the ostler had deputed to hold his steed.

"Weel," said the Deacon to Mrs MacCandlish, as he accepted her offer of a glass of bitters at the bar, "the deil's no sae ill as he's ca'd. It's pleasant to see a gentleman pay the regard to the business o' the county that Mr Glossin does."

"Aye, 'deed is't, Deacon," answered the

landlady; "and yet I wonder our gentry leave their ain wark to the like o' him. But as lang as siller's current, Deacon, folk manna look ower nicely at what king's head's on't."

"I doubt Grossin will prove but shand after a', mistress," said Jabos, as he passed through the little lobby beside the bar; "but this is a gude half-crown ony way."

CHAPTER XII.

A man that apprehends death to be no more dreadful but as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.

Measure for Measure.

GLOSSIN had made careful minutes of the information derived from these examinations. They threw little light upon the story, so far as he understood its purport; but the better informed reader has received, through means of this investigation, an account of Brown's proceedings, between the moment when we left him upon his walk to Kippletringan, and the time when, stung by jealousy, he so rashly and unhappily presented himself before Julia Mannering, and well nigh brought

to a fatal termination the quarrel which his appearance occasioned.

Glossin rode slowly back to Ellangowan, pondering on what he had heard, and more and more convinced that the active and successful prosecution of this mysterious business was an opportunity of ingratiating himself with Hazlewood and Mannering, to be on no account neglected. Perhaps, also, he felt his professional acuteness interested in bringing it to a successful close. It was, therefore, with great pleasure that on his return to his house from Kippletringan, he heard his servants announce hastily, "that Mac-Guffog, the thief-taker, and twa or three concurrents, had a man in hands in the kitchen waiting for his honour."

He hastily jumped from horseback, and hastened into the house. "Send my clerk here directly, ye'll find him copying the survey of the estate in the little green parlour. Set things to rights in my study,

and wheel the great leather chair up to