How many innocent bosoms have their steel pierced! How many helpless babes have their merciless hands dashed against the stones! Oh, ruthless war! even a soldier trembles to contemplate thy horrors." "Only till he can avenge them!" cried a stern voice, entering the apartment.

It was Kirkpatrick's, and he proceeded: "When vengeance is in our grasp, tell me, brave Murray, who will then tremble?
Dost thou not feel retribution in thine own hands?
Dost thou not see the tyrant's blood at thy feet ?" As he spoke, he looked down, with a horrid exultation in his eyes; and, bursting into a more horrible laugh, struck his hand several times on his heart: "It glads me! I shall see it--and this arm shall assist to pull him down." "His power in Scotland may fall," returned Murray; "but Edward will be too careful of his life to come within reach of our steel." "That may be," rejoined Kirkpatrick; "but my dagger shall yet drink the blood of his agents.

Cressingham shall feel my foot upon his neck! Cressingham shall see that hand torn from its wrist, which durst to violate the unsullied cheek of a true Scotsman.

Murray, I cannot live unrevenged." As he spoke, he quitted the apartment, and with a countenance of such tremendous fate, that the young warrior doubted it was human; it spoke not the noble resolves of patriotism, but the portentous malignity with which the great adversary of mankind determines the ruin of nations; it seemed to wither the grass on which he moved; and Murray almost thought that the clouds darkened as the gloomy knight issued from the porch into the open air.
Kenneth Mackenzie joyfully entered the hall.

Murray received him with a warm embrace; and, soon after, Stephen Ireland led the wearied chieftain to a bed of freshly-gathered heath, prepared for him in an upper chamber..