dame. "Here, boy, leave off crying, and hold my horse; keep your hold tight, but give him rein, he'll be quiet enough then. I'll see honest John, dame Conyers."
"I'm sure your honour's very kind, but I'm mortal feared the good man's beside himself, and he's apt to do very violent things when the fit's on him. He hasn't been so bad, since young Barton behaved so wickedly to his sister."
"Never mind! I'll see him; there's nothing like a friend's face in the hour of sorrow."
"I wouldn't advise your honour," said the good dame, with a fearful expression of countenance; "It's an awful hour when the fit's on him; he knows not friend or foe, and scarcely seems to know me, your honour."
"Never mind, never mind, I'll see him."
Vivian entered the cottage,—but, oh! the scene of desolation, who shall describe? The room was entirely stripped, literally of every thing; there was nothing left, save the bare
