"Would ye all share the madness of these men?
They have hurled down destruction, let them reap it; let them live to thrive and fatten in their chains; let them feel the yoke they pine for.
For us, my friends and fellow-soldiers, let us not meet our glorious fate with the blood of Scotsmen on our swords.

We have striven for our country; we have striven gloriously, faithfully, and now we have but to die for her.

Ha! do I speak in vain?
Again--back, coward! wouldst thou slay a woman ?" and, with a sudden bound, he stood beside one of the soldiers, who was in the act of plunging his dagger in the breast of a kneeling and struggling female.

One moment sufficed to wrench the dagger from his grasp, and release the woman from his hold.
"It is ill done, your lordship; it is the fiend, the arch-fiend that has planned it all," loudly exclaimed the man.

"She has been heard to mutter threats of vengeance, and blood and fire against thee, and all belonging to thee.