bling Glanville, unſheathing his ſword, and preſſing it to his lips, ſaid,–“And this I ſwear to do, or may I never receive my birth-right! May ceaſeleſs poverty be my lot!–diſgrace and infamy my portion!”
Eager to purſue the advice which he had received, he haſtened from the cattle, and ſought the ſhepherd’s hovel, where the ſleepleſs Jolet impatiently waited his return.
The footſteps of Glanville, as he approached the hovel, were heard by the watchful Jolet, who immediately opened the door, and in a whiſper aſked if he was well. Glanville anſwered his paternal inquiry, and informed him of the neceſſity of his immediately joining the Engliſh forces. Jolet requeſted to accompany him; but Glanville, who knew the importance of his evidence in the momentous buſineſs which now occupied his at tention, would not permit him to attend him to a place where, it was more than probable, he might loſe the benefit of his allegations. He ſtrictly enjoined him to re-enter the cottage, and wait till the labours of the day called its inhabitants from their pillows, that he might thank them for the ſhelter they had afforded him; and then to return home, keeping himſelf, as much as poſſible, from the notice of the baron and his family, if they were not ſet out to join the arms of David; and, above all, to conceal the route, he had taken, that he had ſeen him, or was privy to the fate that had be fallen him.
Jolet promiſed to obey his injunctions, and was going to queſtion him on the occurrences of the night, and his adventure at the cattle; when Glanville checked his curioſity; and telling him that a ſhort time would unfold all he wiſhed to be informed of, took an affectionate leave of the honeſt peaſant, and ſet out in purſuit of the Britiſh camp.
A vatiety of thought preſented itſelf to the agitated mind of the young ſoldier, as he purſued his uncertain way. The ſun had juſt riſen above the horizon as he entered a ſmall village, the inhabitants of which were in the greateſt consternation, from the near ap-
