On a beautiful summer
morning, an old man, slightly stooping in his gait, was slowly walking
down a green lane which led in the direction from Warrington to Winburn
Priory. Behind him, at a rapid pace, followed a younger man, of a muscular
frame, exceedingly well dressed, and carrying over his arm a thick
chequered plaid, like those worn in the pastoral districts of Scotland. He
overtook the elder pedestrian, and accosted him, saying
"Heres a bonny morning,
"Sir?" said the old man
inquiringly, slightly lifting his hat, and not exactly comprehending his
"Losh, but hes a mannerly
auld body that," thought the other; "I see the siller upon this suit o
claes has been weel-wared;" and added aloud. "I was observing its a
delightful morning, sir, and as delighful a country side; it wad be a
paradise, were it no sae flat."
"Ah, sir!" replied the old
man; "but I fear as how the country looks like a paradise without its
"Ye talk very rationally,
honest man," said the other, whom the reader will have recognised to be
Willie Galloway, "and, I am no mistaen, ye maun hae some cause to mak the
remark. But, dear me, sir, only look round ye, and see the trees in a
their glory, the flowers in a their innocence; or just look at the rowing
burn there, wimplin alang by oor side, like refined silver, beneath a sun
only less glorious than the hand that made it; and see how the bits o
fish are whittering round, wagging their tails, and whisking back and
forrit, as happy as kings! Look at the lovely and the cheerfu face o a
Natureor just listen to the music o thae sinless creatures in the
hedges, and in the blue liftand ye will say that but for the inventions
and deceitfulness o mans heart, this earth wad be a paradise still. But
I tell ye what, friendI believe that were an irreligious man just to get
up before sunrise at a season like this, and gang into the fields and
listen to the laverock, and look around on the earth, and on the majesty
o the heavens rising, he wadna stand for half an hoor until, if naebody
were seeing him, he would drap doun on his knees and pray."
Much of Willies sermon was
lost on the old man; he, however, comprehended a part, and said, "Why,
sir, I know as how I always find my mind more in tune for the service of
the church, by a walk in the fields, and the singing of the birds, than by
all the instruments of the orchestra."
"Orchestra!" said Willie,
"what do ye mean thats a strange place to gather devotion frae!"
"The orchestra of the
church," returned the other.
"The orchestra o the
church!" said Willie in surprise"whats that? I never heard ot before.
Theres the poolpit, and the precentors desk, the pews and the square
seats, and down stairs and the gallerybut ye nonplus me about the
"Why, our lord of the
manor," continued the old man "is one who cares for nothing thats good,
and he will give nothing; and as we are not rich enough to buy an organ,
we have only a bass viol, two tenors, and a flute."
"Fiddles and a flute in a
place o worship!" exclaimed Willie.
"Yes, sir," replied the
other, marvelling at his manner.
"Weel," returned Willie,
standing suddenly still, and striking his staff upon the ground, "that
beats a! And will ye tell me, sir, hoo it is possible to worship yer
Creator by scraping catgut, or blawing wind through a hollow stick?"
"Why, master," said the old
man, "the use of instruments in worship is as old as the times of the
prophets, and I cant see why it should be given up. But dost thou think,
now, that thou couldst go into Chester cathedral at twilight, while the
organ filled all round about thee with its deep music, without feeling in
thy heart that thou wast in a house of praise. Why, sir, at such a time
thou couldst not commit a wicked action. The very sound, while it lifted
up thy soul with delight, would awe thee."
When their controversy had
ended, Willie inquired"Do ye ken a family o the name o Blackett, that
lives aboot this neeborhood?"
"I should," answered the
old man; "forty years did I eat of their bread."
"Then after sic lang
service, yell just be like ane o the family!" replied Willie.
"Alas!" said the other,
shaking his head.
"Ye dinna mean to say,"
resumed Willie, in a tone of surprise, "that they hae turned ye aff, in
your auld age, as some heartless wretch wad sell the noble animal that had
carried him when a callant to a cadger, because it had grown howe-backet,
and lost its speed o foot. But I hope that young Mr. Henry had nae hand
"Henry!no! no!" cried the
old man eagerly"bless him! Did you know Mr. Henry, your honour?"
"I did," said Willie; "and
I hae come from Scotland ance errand to see him."
"But sir," inquired the old
man tremulously "do you know where to find him?"
"I expect to find him, by
this time, at his fathers house."
"Alas!" answered the old
domestic, "there has been no one at the Priory for more than twelve
months. I dont know where the old knight is. Henry has not been here
since he went to Edinburgh, and that is nigh to five years gone now."
"Ye dumfounder me, auld
man," exclaimed Willie; "but where, in the name o guidness, wheres the
wife?wheres Mrs. Blackett?"
"You will mean your
country-woman, I suppose," said the other.
"To be sure I mean her,"
said Willie"wha else could I mean?"
"Ah! wo is me!" sighed his
companion, and he burst into tears as he spoke, "dost see the churchyard
just before us?and they have raised no stone to mark the spot."
"Dead!" ejaculated Willie,
becoming pale with horror, and fixing upon his fellow-pedestrian a look of
agonyYe dinna saydead?"
"Even so!even so," said
the old domestic, sobbing aloud.
"And hoo was it?" cried
Willie; "was it a fair strae deathor just grief, puir thingjust grief?"
"Why, I cant say how it
was," answered his informant; "but I wish I durst tell all I think!"
"Say it!say it!" exclaimed
Willie, vehemently, "what do ye mean by, if ye durst say all ye think? If
there be the shadow o foul play, I will sift it to the bottom, though it
cost me a thoosand pounds; and there is anither that will gie mair."
"Ah, sir, I am but a
friendless old man," replied the other, "that could not stand the weight
of a stronger arm."
"Plague take their arms!"
cried Willie, handling his cudgel, as if to show the strength of his
own"tell what ye think, and theyll have strong arms that dare touch a
hair o yer head."
"Well master," was the
reply, "I dont like to say too much to strangers, but if thou makest any
stay in these parts I may tell thee something; and I fear that wherever
poor Henry is, he is in need of friends. But perhaps your honour would
wish to see her grave?"
"Her grave?" ejaculated
Willie"yes! yes! yes!her grave!O misery! have I come frae Dumfriesshire
to see a sicht like this?"
The old man led the way
over the stile, hanging his head and sighing as he went. Willie followed
him, drawing his sleeve across his eyes, as was his custom when his heart
was touched, and forgetting the dress of the gentleman which he wore, in
the feelings of the man.
"The family vault is in
yonder corner," said his conductor, as they turned across the churchyard.
"Save us, friend!"
exclaimed Willie, looking towards the spot, "saw ye ever the like o
yon?a poor miserable dementit creature wringing his hands as though his
heart would break!"
"Tis he! tis he!" shouted
the old man, springing forward with the alacrity of youth, "my child!my
dear young master!"
"Oh? conscience o man !"
exclaimed Willie, "what sort o a dream is this? It canna be possible?
Her dead, and him oot o his judgment, mourning owre her grave in the
garb o a beggar?"
"Ha! discovered again!"
cried Henry fiercely, and starting round as he spoke; but immediately
recognising the old domestic, on whom time had not wrought such a
metamorphosis as dress had upon Willie Galloway"Ha, Jonathan! old
Jonathan Holditch!" he added, "do I again see the face of a friend!" and
instantly discovering Willie, he sprang forward and grasped his extended
hand in both of his.
The old man sat down upon
the grave and wept.
"Dont weep, Jonathan,"
said Henry, "I trust that we shall soon have cause to rejoice."
"I wish a may be richt
yet," thought Willie; "I took him to be rather dementit at the first
glance, and rejoice in rather a strange word to use owre a young
wifes grave puir fellow!"
"Yes, Master Henry," said
Jonathan, "I do rejoice that the worst is past; but I must weep too, for
there be many things in all this that I do not understand."
"Nor me either," said
Willie; "but ye say ye think more than ye dare tell."
"Why is it, Jonathan,"
continued Henry, "that there is no stone to mark my mothers grave? There
is room enough in our burial place. Why is there nothing to help memory?"
he continued, bending his eyes upon her sepulchre. "Her memory!" he
added; "cold, cruel grave; and is memory all that is left me of such a
parent? Is the dumb dust, beneath this unlettered stoneall!all! that I
can now call mother? Has she no monument but the tears of her only
"A about his mother," muttered
Willie, "who has been dead for four years, and no a word aboot puir Helen!
As sure as Im a living man this is beyont my comprehension. I dinna
think he can be a
Henry turned towards him
and said, "I have much to ask, my dear friend, but my heart is so filled
with grief and forebodings already, that the words I would utter tremble
on my tongue; but what of my Helentell me, what of her?"
Willie, bewildered; "that isII hope--I trustthatoh, losh, Mr. Blackett,
I dinna ken whar I am, nor what I am saying, for my brain is as daized as
a bodys that is driven owre wi a drift, and rowed amang the snaw! Has
there been onybody buried here lately?"
Galloway!" exclaimed Henry, half-choked with agitation, and
wringing his hand in his, while the perspiration burst upon his brow"in
the name of wretchednesswhatwhat do you mean?"
"Oh, dinna speak to me!"
said Willie, waving his hand; "ask that auld man."
"I dont know what the
gentleman means," said the old man; "but no one has been buried
here since your honoured mother, and that is four years ago."
"And whase gravewhase
grave did ye bring me to look at?" inquired Willie eagerly.
"My ladys," answered he.
returned Willie"do ye mean Mr. Blacketts mother?"
"Whom else could I mean?"
asked old Jonathan, in a tone of wonder.
"Wha else could you mean!"
repeated Willie; "then be thankit! shes no dead!ye say shes
no dead?" and he literally leaped for joy.
"Who dead?" inquired
the old man, with increased astonishment.
"Wha dead, ye stupid auld
body!did I no say his wife as plain as I could speak?"
wife?" inquired Jonathan, looking
from Willie to his master in bewilderment.
reiterated Willie, weeping, laughing, and twirling his stick; "shame fa
ye--ye may ask that noo, after knocking my heart out o the place ot wi
yer palaver. Whase wife do ye say?asked Mr. Henry."
interrupted Henry, "am I to understand that you believed this to be the
grave of my beloved Helen?or how could you suppose it? Has she left
Primrose Hall?or has our marriageTell me all you know, for I wist not
what I would ask."
Willie then related to him
what the reader already knowsnamely, that she had left Dumfriesshire, and
was supposed to have gone to his fathers.
"Blessings on the day that
these eyes beheld the dear lady then," exclaimed old Jonathan; for I could
vow that she is under my roof now."
"Under your roof!"
"Was ye doited, auld man,
that ye didna tell me that before?" said Willie.
"I knew no more of my young
masters marriage, until just now, than these gravestones do," said
Jonathan; "the dear lady who is with us told nothing to me. Only my wife
told me that she knew she loved our young master."
"But why is she lodging
with you, Jonathan? I have learned that my father is abroad, and is it
that he is soon expected home?"
"A fever caused her to be
the inmate of my poor roof," answered Jonathan, "after she had been rudely
driven from the gate as a common beggar. But I am no longer thy fathers
servantand I wish, for thy sake, I could forget he was thy father; for he
has done that which might make the blessed bones beneath our feet start
from their grave. And there is no one about the Priory now, but the
creatures of the villain Norton."
Henry entreated that the
old man would not speak harshly of his father, though he had so treated
them; and he briefly informed them, that, on flying from Scotland to
escape his pursuers, even at his fathers lodge, he again met one of the
individuals who had haunted him as "Blackett the traitor," and who had
attempted to seize him in the hour of his marriageand that even there the
cry was again raised against him; and a band, thirsting for his
blood-money, joined in the pursuit. He had fled to the churchyard, and
found concealment in the family vault, where he had remained until they
then discovered him, as, in the early morning, he had ventured out.
Willie counselled that
there was now small vengeance to be apprehended from the persecution of
the government; and when Jonathan stated that Sir John had married the
daughter of Norton, and disinherited Henry by denying his marriage with
his mother, Willie exclaimed"I see it a, Mr. Henry, just as clear as the
A, B, C. This rascal ye ca Norton, or your faither (forgie me for saying
sae), has employed the villains wha haunted for yer life; it has been mair
them than the government that has been to blame. Therefore, my advice is
let us go and drive the thieves out o the house by fore."
Henry, who was speechless
with grief, horror, and disgust, agreed to the proposition of his friend,
and they proceeded to the Priory by a shorter road than the lodge.
Henry knocked loudly at the
door, which was opened by a man-servant, who attempted to shut it in his
face; but, in a moment, the door was driven back upon its hinges, and the
menial lay extended along the lobby; and Henry, with his sturdy ally and
old Jonathan, rushed in. Alarmed by the sound, the other servants, male
and female, hurried to the spot; and epithets, too approbrious to be
written, were the mildest they applied to the young heir, as he demanded
"Then let us gie them
club-law for it," cried Willie, "if they will have it; and they shall have
it to their hearts content, if I ance begin it."
Armed with such weapons as
they could seize at the moment, the servants menacingly opposed their
entrance; but Henry, dashing through them, rushed towards the stairs,
where he was followed by four men-servants, two armed with swords, and the
others with kitchen utensils.
But Willie, following at
their heels, cried"Come back!" and, bringing his cudgel round his head,
with one tremendous swoop caused it to rattle across the unprotected limbs
of the two last of the pursuers, and, almost at the same instant, before
their comrades had ascended five steps from the ground, they, from the
same cause, descended backwards, rolling and roaring over their
companions. Within three seconds, all four were conquered, disarmed, and
unable to arise. As the discomfited garrison of the Priory gathered
themselves together (much in the attitude of Turks or tailors), groaning,
writhing, and ruefully rubbing their stockings, Willie, with the composed
look of a philsopher, addressed to them this consoling and important
information"Noo, sirs, I hope ye are a sensibly convinced what good
service a bit hazel may do in a willing hand; and if ony o yer banes are
broken, I would recommend you to send for the doctor before the swelling
gets stiff about them. But ye couldna hae broken banes at a cannier place
on a the leg than just where I gied ye the bits o clinks; they were
hearty licks, and would gie them a clean snap, so that, in the matter o
six weeks, ye may be on your feet again."
Old Jonathan had already
followed Henry up stairs; and, Willie having finished his exhortation,
proceeded in quest of them. Henry succeeded in obtaining a change of
raiment; and having sent for one who had been long a tennant upon the
estate, he left the house in charge of him, with orders that he should
immediately turn from it all the creatures of Norton, and engage other
servants, and he and his friend, Willie, proceeded to the house of old
Jonathan, where, as the latter supposed, a lady that he believed to be the
wife of his young master, then was.