gree of kindred he stood to this personage, A woful change was now wrought in his sentiments towards him.
"I cannot curse him," he said, as he rose and strode through the room, when Janet's narrative was finished—"I will not curse him; he is the descendant and representative of my fathers. But never shall mortal man hear me name his name again." And he kept his word; for, until his dying day, no man heard him mention his selfish and hard-hearted chieftain.
After giving a day to sad recollections, the hardy spirit which had carried him through so many dangers, manned the Serjeant's bosom against this cruel disappointment. "He would go," he said,"to Canada to his kinsfolks, where they had named a Transatlantic valley after the glen of their fathers. Janet," he said, "should kilt her coats like a leaguer lady; dn the distance! it was a flea's leap to the voyages and marches he had made on a slighter occasion."
