I see some folk coming through the slack yonder, that it may be just as weel no to wait for."

Brown was of opinion, that this apparition of five or six men coming across the moss towards them should abridge ceremony; he therefore mounted Dumple en croupe, and the little spirited. nag cantered away with two men of great size and strength, as if they had been children of six years old. The rider, to whom the paths of these wilds seemed intimately known, pushed on at a rapid pace, managing, with much dexterity, to chuse the safest route, in which he was aided by the sagacity of the galloway, who never failed to take the difficult passes exactly at the particular spot, and in the special manner, by which they could be most safely crossed Yet, even. with these advantages, the road was so broken, and they were so often thrown. out of the direct course by various impediments, that they did not gain much on their pursuers."Never mind," said the undaunted Scotchman to his companion, "if we were ance by Withershins' latch, the road's no near sae saft, and we'll show them fair play for t.

They soon came to the place he named, a narrow channel, through which soaked, rather than flowed, a small stagnant stream, mantled over with bright green mosses. Dinmont directed his steed、 towards a pass where the water appeared to flow with more freedom over a harder bottom; but Dumple backed from the proposed crossing place, put his head down as if to reconnoitre the swamp more nearly, stretched forward his fore-feet, and stood as fast as if he had been cut out of stone.

"Had we not better," said Brown, "dismount and leave him to his fate-or can you not urge him through the swamp ?"

"No, no," said his pilot, "we inaun cross Dumple at no rate-he has mair sense than mony a Christian." So saying, he relaxed the reins, and shook them loosely. "Come now, lad, take your ain way o't-let's see where ye ll take us through."

Dumple, left to the freedom of his own will, trotted briskly to another part of the latch, less promising, as Brown thought, in appearance, but which the animal's sagacity or experience recom. mended as the safer of the two, and where, plunging in, he attained the other side with little difficulty.

"I'm glad we're out o' that moss," said Dinmont, "where there's mair stables for horses than change-houses for men-we have the Maiden-way to help us now at ony rate.' Accordingly, they speedily gained a sort of rugged causeway so called, being the remains of an old Roman road, which traverses these wild regions in a due northerly direction. Here they got on at the rate of nine or ten miles an hour, Dumple seeking no other respite than what arose from changing his pace from canter to trot. "I could gar him show mair action," said his master, "but we are twa lang legged chields after a', and it would be a pity to stress Dumple-there was na the like o' him at Staneshiebank fair the day." Brown readily assented to the propriety of sparing the horse, and added, that, as they were now far out of reach of

the rogues, he thought Mr. Dinmont had better tie a handkerchief round his head, for fear of the cold frosty air aggravating the wound.

"What would I do that for ?" answered the hardy farmer, "the best way's to let the blood barken upon the cut-that saves plaisters, hinney."

Brown, who in his military profession had seen a great many hard blows pass, could not help remarking, "he had never known such severe strokes received with so much apparent indifference."

"Hout tout, man-I would never be making a hum-dudgeon about a scart on the pow—but we'll be in Scotland in five minutes now, and ye maun gang up to Charlies-hope wi' me, that's a clear case."

Brown readily accepted the offered hospitality. Night was now falling, when they came in sight of a pretty river winding its way through a pastoral country. The hills were greener and more abrupt than those which Brown had lately passed, sinking their grassy sides at once upon the river. They had no pretensions to magnificence of height or to romantic shapes, nor did their smooth swelling slopes exhibit either rocks or woods. Yet the view was wild, solitary, and pleasingly rural. No inclosures, no roads, almost no tillage-it seemed a land which a patriarch would have chosen to feed his flocks and herds. The remains of here and there a dismantled and ruined tower, showed that it had once harboured beings of a very different description from its present inhabitants; those freebooters, namely, to whose exploits the wars between England and Scotland bear witness.

Descending by a path towards a well-known ford, Dumple crossed the small river, and then, quickening his pace, trotted about a mile briskly up its banks, and approached two or three low thatched houses, placed with their angles to each other, with a great contempt of regularity. This was the farmsteading of Charlies hope, or, in the language of the country," the Town." A most furious barking was set up at their approach, by the whole three generations of Mustard and Pepper, and a number of allies names, unknown. The farmer made his well-known voice lustily heard to restore orderthe door opened, and a half-dressed ewe-milker, who had done that good office, shut it in their faces, in order that she might run ben the house, to cry "Mistress, mistress, it's the master, and another man wi' him." Dumple, turned loose, walked to his own stable-door, and there pawed and whinnied for admission, in strains which were answered by his acquaintances from the interior. Amid this buscle, Brown was fain to secure Wasp from the other dogs, who, with ardour corresponding more to their own names than to the hospitable temper of their owner, were much disposed to use the intruder roughly.

In about a minute a stout labourer was patting Dumple, and introducing him into the stable, while Mrs. Dinmont, a well-looked buxom dame, welcomed her husband with unfeigned rapture."Eh, sirs! goodman, ye hae been a weary while away!"

CHAPTER XXIV.

Liddell till now, except in Doric lays,

Tuned to her murmurs by her love-sick swains,
Unknown in song-though not a purer stream
Rolls towards the western main.

Art of Preserving Health. THE present store-farmers of the south of Scot-land are a much more refined race than their fathers, and the manners I am now to describe have either altogether disappeared or are greatly modified. Without losing their rural simplicity of manners, they now cultivate arts unknown to the former generation, not only in the progressive improvements of their possessions, but in all the comforts of life. Their houses are more commodious, their habits of life regulated so as better to keep pace with those of the civilized world, and the best of luxuries, the luxury of knowledge, has gained much ground among their hills during the last. thirty years Deep drinking, formerly their greatest failing, is now fast losing ground; and, while: the frankness of their extensive hospitality continues the same, it is, generally speaking, refined in its character, and restrained in its excesses.

"Deil's in the wife," said Dandy Dinmont, shaking off his spouse's embrace, but gently and with a look of great affection; "deil's in ye, Ailie: -d'ye no see the stranger gentleman ?"

"Ailie turned to make her apology-"Troth F was sae weel pleased to see the gudeman, that-But, good gracious, what's the matter wi' ye baith !' -for they were now in her little parlour, and the