I now go to rouse a few brave spirits to arms.

Remember the battle is not to the strong, nor victory with a multitude of hosts! The banner** of St.Andrew was once held from the heavens, over a little band of Scots, while they discomfited a thousand enemies--the same arm leads me on; and, if need be, I despair not to see it again, like the flaming pillar before the Israelites, consuming the enemies of liberty, even in the fullness of their might." **At a time when Achaius King of Scotts, and Hungus King of Picts, were fiercely driven by Athelstan King of Northumberland into East Lothian, full of terrors of what the next morning might bring forth, Hungus fell into a sleep, and beheld a vision, which, tradition tells, was verified the ensuing day by the appearance of the cross of St.Andrew held out to him from the heavens, and waving him to victory.

Under this banner he conquered the Northumberland forces, and slaying their leader, the scene of the battle has henceforth been called Atheistanford.-( 1809.) While he yet spoke, the hermit re-entered from the inner cell, supporting a youth on his arm.

At sight of the knight, who held out his hand to him, he dropped on his knees and burst into tears.

"Do you then leave me ?" cried he; "am I not to serve my preserver ?" Helen rose in strange surprise; there was something in the feelings of the boy that was infectious; and while her own heart beat violently, she looked first on his emaciated figure, and then at the noble contour of the knight, "where every god had seemed to set his seal." His beaming eyes appeared the very fountains of consolation; his cheek was bright with generous emotions; and turning from the supplant boy to Helen.