Chapter 10 No.10

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rong, thinking to surprise Douglas, and take their monarch out of his hands by force; and they would have effected it with ease, had not the Earl received some secret intelligenc

120 men were left dead on the field-and then things rema

him, which he never could develope; but ere he went, he presided at the trial of the maiden Pery, who stood indicted, as th

e sorry on account of Pery, but all believed her guilty, and avoided her, except Gale, who, having had the courage to visit her, tried her with the repetition of prayers and creeds, and found that she not only said them without hesitation, but with great devotional warmth; therefore he became convinced that she was not a witch. She told him her tale with that simplicity, that he could not disbelieve it, and withal confessed, that her inquisitors had very nearly convinced her that she was a witch; and that she was on the point of making a confession that had not the slightest foundation in truth. The shepherd was more enlightened than the worthy clergyman, as shepherds generally are, and accounted for this phenomenon in a truly philosophical way. Per

m to give a different evidence at the last and final trial; but all t

faurd he-sow, but guidit me shamefully ill a' the time I was a goossy-kickit me wi' her fit, an' yerkit me wi' a rung till I squeeled, and then leuch at me-An' wa

east," as he expressed it. "Let her tak it," said he, "she weel deserves a' that she's gaun to get-the sooner she gets a fry the better-Odd, there's nae body sure o' himsel a minute that

cence, and told him how religious she was, and h

y may gar a fool like you trow that ae thing's twa, an' his lug half a bannock-Gin I wad rue an' save her life, i

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hat power," added he with a grin,-"an' I fancy few o' them mislippin it. The first kind thought I ever had toward a woman made a beast o' me-an

ng, was so much afraid of himself, that he was all impatience until the cruel scene should be acted. His behaviour had, however, been witnessed and detested by some of whom he was not aware; for that very evening, as he was on his way home, he beheld a nymph coming to

tale. He hath power one certain night in the year to resume his natural shape, and all the functions of humanity; and that night he dedicates to the relation of the adventures of each preceding year. Many a secret and unsuspecte

destined for her to live, they lay clasped in each other's arms. While they were thus conversing in the most tender and affectionate way, Pery told her lover a dream that she had seen the night before. She dreamed,

le, "and release my dearest Pery from this ignominious death!" and as he said this, he clasped his beloved ma

of the king. The jailor took off his bonnet, bowed his grey head, and opened to them. The two lovers were still fast asleep, locked in each other's ar

golden rod, touching both with it at a time. The two lovers trembled, and seemed to be in slight convulsions; and in a short time they fluttered round the floor two beautiful moor-fowl, light of heart, and elated with joy. The two lovely a

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to himself,-"I believe I have liked women as well as any man, but not so well as to eat them; however, I'll play a trick upon some, and see its effect. Accordingly he sent the moor-hen to a friend of his in Edinburgh, at whose table she was divided among a circle of friends and eaten, on the 20th of October 1817, and that was the final end of poor Pery, the Maid of Eildon. The effect on these gentlemen has be

years are very nearly expired, it is hoped no gentleman will be so thoughtless as wantonly to destroy this wonderful and mysterious bird, and we may then live to have the history of th

Cross of Leader, after which act of duty his conscience became a good deal lightened, and his heart cheered in the ways o

some track, and waited till night, calling them always now and then aloud by their names. They were however lost, and

foliage, uniting the brightness of crystal with the hues of the raven. All the linns and woody banks of the river re-echoed the notes of the feathered choir. To have looked on such a scene, one might have conceived that he dwelt in a world where there was neither sin nor sorrow; but, alas! the imperfections of our nature cling to us; they wind themselves round the fibres of the conscious heart, so that no draught of pure and untainted delight can ever allay its immortal ea

forms and affections to be resumed, or are our bonds with humanity to be broken for ever? You have now witnessed the king of

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world-snares were laid for us on every side-our innocence was no shield-and, sister, do not you yet trembl

affection, regarded with jealousy and hate. Short and sorrowful was their stay; they embraced their mother once again; bade her farewell with looks of sorrow, and walking out to the fairy ring in the verge of the wood, vanished from the world for ever. It is said, that once in every seven years their forms are still to be seen hovering nigh

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