He has died in his duty, as became him." "Great God!" exclaimed the Major, "how unhappy!--the handsome, gallant, high-spirited youth!" "He was indeed all you say," answered Claverhouse; "poor Richard was to me as an eldest son, the apple of my eye, and my destined heir; but he died in his duty, and I--I--Major Bellenden"-- (he wrung the Major's hand hard as he spoke)--"I live to avenge him." "Colonel Grahame," said the affectionate veteran, his eyes filling with tears, "I am glad to see you bear this misfortune with such fortitude." "I am not a selfish man," replied Claverhouse, "though the world will tell you otherwise; I am not selfish either in my hopes or fears, my joys or sorrows.

I have not been severe for myself, or grasping for myself, or ambitious for myself.

The service of my master and the good of the country are what I have tried to aim at.

I may, perhaps, have driven severity into cruelty, but I acted for the best; and now I will not yield to my own feelings a deeper sympathy than I have given to those of others." "I am astonished at your fortitude under all the unpleasant circumstances of this affair," pursued the Major.
"Yes," replied Claverhouse, "my enemies in the council will lay this misfortune to my charge--I despise their accusations.

They will calumniate me to my sovereign--I can repel their charge.