I saw it--Where did I see it ?--Was it not from the high peaks of Dunbarton, when I looked westward upon the fertile land, and northward on the wild Highland hills; when the clouds gathered and the tempest came, and the lightnings of heaven flashed in sheets as wide as the banners of an host ?--What did I see ?--Dead corpses and wounded horses, the rushing together of battle, and garments rolled in blood .-- What heard I ?--The voice that cried, Slay, slay--smite--slay utterly--let not your eye have pity! slay utterly, old and young, the maiden, the child, and the woman whose head is grey--Defile the house and fill the courts with the slain!" "We receive the command," exclaimed more than one of the company.

"Six days he hath not spoken nor broken bread, and now his tongue is unloosed:--We receive the command; as he hath said, so will we do." Astonished, disgusted, and horror-struck, at what he had seen and heard, Morton turned away from the circle and left the cottage.

He was followed by Burley, who had his eye on his motions.
"Whither are you going ?" said the latter, taking him by the arm.
"Any where,--I care not whither; but here I will abide no longer." "Art thou so soon weary, young man ?" answered Burley.

"Thy hand is but now put to the plough, and wouldst thou already abandon it?
Is this thy adherence to the cause of thy father ?" "No cause," replied Morton, indignantly--"no cause can prosper, so conducted.

One party declares for the ravings of a bloodthirsty madman; another leader is an old scholastic pedant; a third"-- he stopped, and his companion continued the sentence--"Is a desperate homicide, thou wouldst say, like John Balfour of Burley ?--I can bear thy misconstruction without resentment.