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6 Anna. The moments of deliberation pass,
Old Norv. If I, amidst astonishment and fear,
Lady-Rand. With thee dissimulation now were vain.
not feign :
Old Norv. Sir Malcolm of our barons was the flower;
Lady Rund. His race shall yet reward thee; and For what his age neglected. On thy faith
[make up Depends the fate of thy lov'd master's house. Rememb’rest thou a little lonely hut, That like a holy hermitage appears Among the clifts of Carron?
Old Norv. I remember The cottage of the clifts.
Lady Rand. 'Tis that I mean: There dwells a man of venerable age,
Who in my father's service spent his youth :
Old Norv. Fear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest,
goes towards the servants. Lady Rand. This man is not th' assassin you suspected, Tho' chance combin'd some likelihoods against him. He is the faithful bearer of the jewels To their right owner, whom in his haste he seeks. 'Tis meet that you should put him on his way, Since your mistaken zeal hath dragg’d him hither.
[Exeunt Old Norval and Servants. My faithful Anna! dost thou share my joy? I know thou dost. Unparallell’d event! Reaching from heaven to earth, Jehovah's arm Snatch'd from the waves, and brings to me my son! Judge of the widow, and the orphan's father! * Accept a widow's and a mother's thanks For such a gift! What does my Anna think Of the young eaglet of a valiant nest ? How soon he gaz'd on bright and burning arms, Left the low station where his lot had thrown him, And tower'd up to the region of his sire!
* " He is a father to the fatherless, and defendeth the cause of the " widows: even God in his holy habitation.” Psalm LXVIII. 5.See p. 304. Note.
Anna. How fondly did your eyes devour the boy!
Lady Rand. Yet not enough was there to form a
you must bear yourself
Should walk this world, yet defamation would,
Like a vile cur, bark at the angel's train—' To-day the baron started at your tears.
Lady Rand. He did so, Anna! well thy mistress If the least circumstance, mote of offence, [knows, Should touch the baron's eye, * his sight would be With jealousy disorder'd. But the more It does behove me instant to declare The birth of Douglas, and assert his rights. This night I purpose with my son to meet, Reveal the secret and consult with him : For wise he is, or my fond judgment errs. As he does now, so look'd his noble father, Array'd in nature's ease: his mien, his speech, Were sweetly simple, and full oft deceivid Those trivial mortals who seem always wise. But, when the matter match'd his mighty mind, Uprose the Hero: on his piercing eye Sat Observation; on each glance of thought Decision follow'd,+ as the thunder-bolt Pursues the flash.
*". A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye." Hamlet, A. I. S. 1. + There is a passage in Archbishop Newcome's Observations on Our Loril's Conduct, on decision of judgment, 80 excellent, that I eannot forego this opportunity of presenting it to the reader:
Anna. That demon haunts
still: Behold Glenalvon.
Lady Rand. Now I shun him not.
Enter GLEN ALVON.
Lady Rand. Then must this western army march to
• Glen. Beyond all question. If impairing time " Has not effac'd the image of a place, • Once perfect in my breast, there is a wild
" I shall end the remarks under this head with the words of a "*most eminent author, though I think that, ibrough haste of writing, “ too weak an expression has escaped him,
"" There is scarce any thing which proves both wisdom and right
ness of mind more fully, than proper behaviour on sudden occa. "S sions, and proper answers to unforeseen questions : for what a
man shews hisiself to be at such times, we have in general great cause to believe he really is. Now to this trial our Saviour, living a public life, in the midst of persons taking all advantages to in.
snore him, was perpetually exposed; and his character never suf. “ fered hy it.' It wiis indeed exalted by every such oceasion of " shewing, his wisdom and sedateness ; inson uch that bis enemies “ were ashamed, amazed, and silenced; nay, even paid him the unwilling tribute of public approbation." 21. Ed. S. viii, p. 131. ** Secker's Sermons, Vol. iv. p. 206, Engl.
Which lies to 'westward of that mighty rock, < And seems by nature formed for the camp
Of water-wafted armies, whose chief strength
To our swift-scow'ring horse, the bloody field
Lady Rand. How many mothers shall bewail their How many widows
their husbands slain! (sons !
Glen. Oft has the unconquer'd Caledonian sword
Lady Rand. I scorn thee not, but when I ought to
Glen. One instant stay, and hear an alter'd man.