TUFT-HUNTER.

BY

LORD WILLIAM LENNOX.

"Charlotte. Besides, sir, I have other proofs of your hero's vanity.
Serjeant Circuit. Cite them.

Charlotte. The paltry ambition of levying and following titles.
"Serjeant. Titles! I don't understand you.

Charlotte. I mean the poverty of fastening in public upon men of distinc-
tion, for no other reason but because of their rank; adhering to Sir John, till
the baronet is superseded by my lord; quitting the puny peer for an earl;
and sacrificing all three for a duke."

FOOTE.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

LONDON:

HENRY COLBURN, PUBLISHER,

GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

LONDON:

P. SHOBERL, JUN., 51, RUPERT STREET, HAYMARKET,

PRINTER TO H.R.H. PRINCE ALBERT.

THE TUFT-HUNTER.

CHAPTER I.

"A darker departure is near,

The death-drum is muffled, and sable the bier."

CAMPBELL.

The plains of Abraham, near Quebec, were, on the 10th of June, 182-, the scene of a most heartrending spectacle. At daylight, the garrison were under arms to witness the sentence of a general court-martial upon a private soldier of theth regiment, who had been found guilty of desertion, and condemned to be shot.

From the moment that his sentence was pronounced, the prisoner was unceasingly at

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