meanwhile, I trust to your remonstrances with the family for restraining these violent and unseemly jealousies and bursts of passion; and I entreat you to press on them their duty in this respect towards God, and towards their master.'

"You shall be obeyed, madam,' said Warden. On the next Thursday I exhort the family, and will, with God's blessing, so wrestle with the dæmon of wrath and violence, which hath entered into my little flock, that I trust to hound the wolf out of the fold, as if he were chased away with bandogs.'

This was the part of the conference from which Mr. Warden derived the greatest pleasure. The pulpit was at that time the same powerful engine for affecting popular feeling which the press has since become, and he had been no unsuccessful preacher, as we have already seen. It followed as a natural consequence, that he rather over-estimated the powers of his own oratory, and like some of his brethren about the period, was glad of an opportunity to handle any matters of importance, whether public or private, the discussion of which could be dragged into his discourse. In that rude age the delicacy was unknown which prescribed time and place to personal exhortations; and as the court-preacher often addressed the King personally, and dictated to him the conduct he ought to observe in matters of state, so the nobleman himself, or any of his retainers, were, in the chapel of the feudal castle, often incensed or appalled, as the case might be, by the discussion of their private faults, and by spiritual censures directed against them, specifically, personally, and by name.

The sermon, by means of which Henry Warden proposed to restore concord and good order to the Castle of Avenel, bore for text the well-known words, He who striketh with the sword shall perish by the sword, and was a singular mixture of good sense and powerful oratory with pedantry and bad taste. He enlarged a good deal on the word striketh, which he assured his hearers comprehended blows given with the point as well as with the edge, and, more generally, shooting with hand-gun, cross-bow, or longbow, thrusting with a lance, or doing any thing whatsoever, by which death might be occasioned to the adversary. In the same manner, he proved satisfactorily, that the word sword, comprehended all descriptions, whether back-sword or basket-hilt, cut-and-thrust or rapier, falchion or scymitar 'But if,' he continued, with still greater animation, the text includeth in its anathema those who strike with any of those weapons which man hath devised for the exercise of his open hostility, still more doth it comprehend such as from their form and size are devised rather for the gratification of privy malice by treachery, than for the destruction of an enemy prepared and standing upon his defence. Such,' he continued, looking sternly at the place where the page was seated on a cushion at the feet of his mistress, and wearing in his crimson belt a gay dagger with a gilded hilt,- such, more especially, I hold to be those implements of death, which, in our modern and fantastic times, are worn not only by thieves and cut-throats, to whom they most properly belong, but even by those who attend upon women, and wait in the chambers of honourable ladies. Yes, my friends,-this unhappy weapon, framed for all evil and for no good, is comprehended under this deadly denunciation, whether it be a stilet, which we have borrowed from the treacherous Italian, or a dirk, which is borne by the savage Highlandman, or a whinger, which is carried by our own Border-thieves and cutthroats, or a dudgeon-dagger, which was invented by the devil himself, for a ready implement of deadly wrath, sudden to execute and difficult to be parried. Even the common sword-and-buckler brawler despises the use of

such a treacherous and malignant instrument, which is therefore fit to be used, not by men or soldiers, but by those who, trained under female discipline, become themselves effeminate hermaphrodites, having female spite and female cowardice added, to the infirmities and evil passions of their masculine nature.'

The effect which this oration produced upon the assembled congregation of Avenel cannot very easily be described. The lady seemed at once embarrassed and offended; the menials could hardly contain, under an affectation of deep attention, the joy with which they heard the chaplain launch his thunders at the head of the unpopular favourite; Mrs. Lilias crested and drew up her head with all the deep-felt pride of gratified resentment; while the steward, observing a strict neutrality of aspect, fixed his eyes upon an old scutcheon on the opposite side of the wall, which he seemed to examine with the most minute accuracy, more willing, perhaps, to incur the censure of being inattentive to the sermon, than that of seeming to listen with marked approbation to what appeared so distasteful to his mistress.

The unfortunate subject of the harangue, whom nature had endowed with passions which had hitherto found no effectual restraint, could not disguise the resentment which he felt at being thus directly held up to the scorn, as well as the censure, of the assembled inhabitants of the little world in which he lived. His brow grew red, his lip grew pale, he set his teeth, he clenched his hand, and then with mechanical readiness grasped the weapon of which the clergyman had given so hideous a character; and at length, as the preacher heightened the colouring of his invective, he felt his rage become so ungovernable, that, fearful of being hurried into some deed of desperate violence, he rose up, traversed the chapel with hasty steps, and left the congregation.

The preacher was surprised into a sudden pause, while the fiery youth shot across him like a flash of lightning, eyeing him as he passed, as if he had wished to dart from his eyes the same power of blighting and of consuming. But no sooner had he crossed the chapel, and shut with violence behind him the door of the vaulted entrance by which it communicated with the Castle, than the impropriety of his conduct supplied Warden with one of those happier subjects for eloquence, of which he knew how to take advantage for making a suitable impression on his hearers. He paused for an instant, and then pronounced in a slow and solemn voice, the deep anathema: He hath gone out from us because he was not of us-the sick man hath been offended at the wholesome bitter of the medicine-the wounded patient hath flinched from the friendly knife of the surgeon-the sheep hath fled from the sheepfold and delivered himself to the wolf, because he could not assume the quiet and humble conduct demanded of us by the great Shepherd.-Ah! my brethren, beware of wrath-beware of pride-beware of the deadly and destroying sin which so often shews itself to our frail eyes in the garments of light. What is our earthly honour? Pride, and pride only-What our earthly gifts and graces ? Pride and vanity.-Voyagers speak of Indian men who deck themselves with shells, and anoint themselves with pigments, and boast of their attire as we do of our miserable carnal advantages-Pride could draw down the morning-star from Heaven even to the verge of the pit-Pride and self-opinion kindled the flaming sword which waves us off from Paradise-Pride made Adam mortal, and a weary wanderer on the face of the earth which he had else been lord of Pride brought amongst us sin, and doubles every sin it has brought. It is the outpost which the devil and the flesh most stubbornly

maintain against the assaults of grace; and until it be subdued, and its barfiers levelled with the very earth, there is more hope of a fool than of the sinner. Rend, then, from your bosoms this accursed shoot of the fatal apple; tear it up by the roots, though it be twisted with the cords of your life. Profit by the example of the miserable sinner that has passed from us, and embrace the means of grace while it is called to-day-ere your conscience is seared as with a fire-brand, and your ears deafened like those of the adder, and your heart hardened like the nether mill-stone. Up, then, and be doing-wrestle and overcome; resist, and the enemy shall flee from you-Watch and pray, lest ye fall into temptation, and let the stumbling of others be your warning and your example. Above all, rely not on yourselves, for such self-confidence is even the worst symptom of the disorder itself. The Pharisee perhaps deemed himself humble while he stooped in the Temple, and thanked God that he was not as other men, and even as the publican. But while his knees touched the marble pavement, his head was as high as the topmost pinnacle of the Temple. Do not, therefore, deceive yourselves, and offer false coin, where the purest you can present is but as dross-think not that such will pass the assay of Omnipotent Wisdom. Yet shrink not from the task, because as is my bounden duty, I do not disguise from you its difficulties. Self-searching can do much-Meditation can do much-Grace can do all.'

And he concluded with a touching and animating exhortation to his hearers to seek divine grace, which is perfected in human weakness.

The audience did not listen to this address without being considerably affected; though it might be doubted whether the feelings of triumph, received from the disgraceful retreat of the favourite page, did not greatly qualify in the minds of many the exhortations of the preacher to charity. And, in fact, the expression of their countenances much resem bled that satisfied triumphant air of a set of children, who, having just seen a companion punished for a fault in which they had no share, con their task with double glee, both because they themselves are out of the rape, and because the culprit is in it.

With very different feelings did the Lady of Avenel seek her own apartment. She felt angry at Warden having made a domestic matter, in which she took a personal interest, the subject of such public discussion. But this she knew the good man claimed as a branch of his Christian liberty as a preacher, and also that it was vindicated by the universal custom of his brethren. But the self-willed conduct of her protege afforded her yet deeper concern. That he had broken through in so remarkable a degree, not only the respect due to her presence, but that which was paid in those days with such peculiar reverence, to places of worship, argued a spirit as untameable as his enemies had represented him to possess. And yet, so far as he had been under her own eye, she had seen no more of that fiery spirit than had appeared, to her to become his years and his vivacity. This opinion might be founded in some degree on partiality; in some de gree, too, it might be owing to the kindness and indulgence which she had always extended to him; but still she thought it impossible that she could be totally mistaken in the estimate she had formed of his character. The extreme of violence is scarce consistent with a course of continued hypocrisy, (although Lilias charitably hinted, that in some instances they were happily united,) and therefore she could not exactly trust the report of others against her own experience and observation. The thoughts of this orphan boy clung to her heart-strings with a fondness for which she herself was unable to account. He seemed to have been sent to her by

heaven, to fill up those intervals of languor and vacuity which deprived her of so much enjoyment. Perhaps he was not less dear to her, because she well saw that he was a favourite with no one else, and because she felt, that to give him up was to afford the judgment of her husband and others a triumph over her own; a circumstance not quite indifferent to the best of spouses of either sex.

In short, the Lady of Avenel formed the internal resolution, that she would not desert her page while her page could be rationally protected and, with the view of ascertaining how far this might be done, she caused him to be summoned to her presence.

OLD PLAY.

It was some time ere Roland Græme appeared. The messenger (his old friend Lilias) had at first attempted to open the door of his little apartment with the charitable purpose, doubtless, of enjoying the confusion and marking the demeanour of the culprit. But a square bit of iron, ycleped a bolt, was passed across the door on the inside, and prevented her charitable purpose. Lilias knocked, and called at intervals, Roland-Roland Græme Master Roland Græme, (an emphasis on the word Master,) will you be pleased to do up the door? What ails you?-are you at your prayers in private, to complete the devotion which you left unfinished in public?— Surely we must have a screened seat for you in the chapel, that your gentility may be free from the eyes of common folks! Still no whisper was heard in reply. Well, Master Roland,' said the waiting-maid, I must tell my mistress, that if she would have an answer, she must send those on errand to you who can beat the door down.'

"What says your lady?' answered the page from within.

Marry, open the door, and you shall hear,' answered the waiting-maid. 'Itrow it becomes her message to be listened to face to face; and I will not, for your idle pleasure, whistle it through a key-hole.'

"Your mistress' name,' said the page, opening the door, ' is too fair a cov er for your impertinence-What says my lady r

That you will be pleased to come to her directly, in the withdrawingroom,' answered Lilias. 'I presume she has some directions for you concerning the forms to be observed in leaving chapel in future.'

Say to my lady, that I will directly wait on her,' answered the page; and, returning into his own apartment, he once more locked the door in the face of the waiting-maid.

'Rare courtesy !' muttered Lilias; and, returning to her mistress, acquainted her that Roland Græme would wait on her when it suited his convenience.

"What! is that his addition, or your own phrase, Lilias?' said the lady coolly.

"Nay, madam,' replied the attendant, not directly answering the question, he looked as if he could have said much more impertinent things than that, if I had been willing to hear them.-But here he comes to answer for himself.'

Roland Græme entered the apartment with a loftier mien, and somewhat a higher colour than his wont; there was embarrassment in his manner, but it was neither that of fear nor of penitence. 'Young man,' said the lady,

duct this day?"

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'If it has offended you, madam, I am deeply grieved,' replied the youth. 'To have offended me alone,' replied the lady, were but little-You have been guilty of conduct, which will highly offend your master-of violence to your fellow-servants, and of disrespect to God himself, in the person of his ambassador.'

Permit me again to reply,' said the page, that if I have offended my only mistress, friend, and benefactress, it includes the sum of my guilt, and deserves the sum of my penitence.-Sir Halbert Glendinning calls me not servant, nor do I call him master-he is not entitled to blame me for chastising an insolent groom--nor do I fear the wrath of heaven for treating with scorn the unauthorized interference of a meddling preacher.'

The Lady of Avenel had before this, seen symptoms in her favourite of boyish petulance, and of impatience of censure or reproof. But his present demeanour was of a graver and more determined character, and she was for a moment at a loss how she should treat the youth, who seemed to have at once assumed the character not only of a man, but of a bold and determined one. She paused an instant, and then assuming the dignity which was natural to her, she said, 'Is it to me, Roland, that you hold this language? Is it for the purpose of making me repent the favour I have shewn you, that you declare yourself independent, both of an earthly and a heavenly master? Have you forgotten what you were, and to what the loss of my protection would speedily again reduce you?'

'Lady,' said the page, I have forgotten nothing. I remember but too much. I know, that but for you, I should have perished in yon blue waves,' pointing as he spoke to the lake which was seen through the window, agitated by the western wind. Your goodness has gone farther, madam-you have protected me against the malice of others, and against my own folly. You are free, if you are willing, to abandon the orphan you have reared. You have left nothing undone by him, and he complains of nothing. And yet, lady, do not think I have been ungrateful-I have endured something on my part, which I would have borne for the sake of no one but my benefactress."

For my sake!' said the lady; and what is it that I can have subjected you to endure, which can be remembered with other feelings than those of thanks and gratitude ?'

'You are too just, madam, to require me to be thankful for the cold neglect with which your husband has uniformly treated me-neglect not unmingled with fixed aversion. You are too just, madam, to require me to be grateful for the constant and unceasing marks of scorn and malevolence with which I have been treated by others, or for such a homily as that which your reverend chaplain has, at my expence, this very day regaled the assembled household.'

'Heard mortal ears the like of this!' said the waiting-maid, with her hands expanded, and her eyes turned up to Heaven; he speaks as if he were son of an earl, or of a belted knight the least penay.'