The Sun.
London, England, 1816-07-12 00:00:00

The. Muoister could refrain no Iniogvr ; he
Ivrpt ;0(.1;11. Tbe neighouriug hilly echoed the
4 olions .of the tattlers and the shrieks of the
mothers. None eaw lqachean rise ft nun this posy.
tare; but the recruits .and their friends observed
him stag,;ering in advance, blahheriug.his piety
to Heaven and 'his gratitude to Ow Minister, and
the crowd foiloued him. Rol). 'toy could pot fill
his bag-pipe for a long time ; and, except the-
confttsd noise of crying and Sobbing tire whole
company were a furlong from the manse before any
owe knew he could speak. At length Mr. Dillies
' and the donlinie broke silence.
" Your bairn is 'me mak• sad since the good
:Minister taste him his benison.'
Though the blessings of the Most High
follow the lad, the Scripture line where fin bids us
to sorrow,'

4 ' 1 dinna profess to he s3e Wed !ennui' the
tible as ye are ; hut really, douiinie, ye might
cheer op your heart ti' wee : your example
Will he followed by the lave ; we a' look to the
INliiiister and you for guidance i' this weary
11',4 hard to drain comfort from one that is
dry—na! na ! my gray hairs shall go down to
the grave wi' sorrow ; it 'll he well if I go. into
the threshing Hour of heaven like a sheal'o' corn
roll ripe.'
" They had now come in sight of the Iyaird St.
Clyde's house. 11:•Ii. lioy, by the sergeint's or-
ders, struck up • The highland Laddie ;' and the.
whole of the company that could lind the song,
joined'in the chorus.
'' • 0 ray bonny, bonny fliablatid ladilie;
My Intodsorne charroirigHighlairil hddie ;
May kiviiven still guard anti love r,ward
. The Lowintol.lass and her Highland Wine," '

" Sandy Glass, who kept close by the sergeant's
side till they cane to .St. Clyde's, ran up to the
Laird, scraping and bowing-, and pointed tir.st to
Fergus, and next to the dominie.
- " St. Clyde and his son were (to the edge of the
road to receive the salute and refresh the spirits of
the recruits by a parting. glass.
" The mixed emotions of the recruits, of their
parents, their brothers-and sisters, and sweethearts,
were finely read in their countenances. There
was not one of these people but would have gone
to the earth's utmost boand to serve the laird : and
though their griet was immoderate at parting with
'their sons, they were reconciled to the fates of the
lads, since none of them would have enlisted but
for the sake of young St. Clyde. They reflected
Oat, if their sons defended Colin in the day of
battle, his. father would shield them from the op-
pression of their richer neighbours.; and a poor
whlow, hung on her son's arm, and as she weepy('
in till the _bitterness of her heart, cried, ‘, 0
addle ! !addle I yq've been a weary ',oldie It) Me
.and yet r wi,lna part wi' my laddie for a' the
jewels our King's Crown ; but since he is gang-
ing the young Laird, I Iraq wi" molly
a fear.; but I can. gi' hint a toOther's!blcssing„and
Ail lie be spared to come hack frae the wars, there`
is natal will be happier thao me ; but should
midst the hail-blowers o' balls, he'll fit' fur St.
Clyde, an' •11 aye hatr a friend.' •

" Sergeant Machean, you'll have the goodness
10; 101 l your awn; and allow St. Clyde tei give
„King George's angers one glass of whiskey before
they talte,the sea,;
,it is two good unites to the
filry,„ and the sea is a little rough, a glass will
give the lads spirit the sea-air will soon pot it
*int •of $llOl heads ; they are all as sober as
1) Sunday, and one glass can do none of them
alty arm:
', It was a fine compliment St. Clyde paid the
s'rLeant u Macbean felt all the pride of liis cloth
at the words your men ;' and the sergeant was

trb,)beying tin coninzand in !wiring Ow ryci-nits tit

the deco /4 Ole laird. "l'he bait d was .a 'gentle-
Nan, and the reeriiits were h4.son'.B men ; and the
sergeant knew his do:y too well to stop when every
body wished Lthe reernits were now • the K g
J‘wu, the laird vas the justice of the peace, and
had sworn them all in ;
.it was nothing more I ban
batting for a refreshment, and the laird would never
give them spirits to get drunk: Ideas like these
besieged the veteran's mind whilst the laird spoke
his rerytest ; the recrest the laird am; the answer
of the sergeant took op mach less tithe than the
describing of it.
" Forty-second ! h alt !'--All arc "ill*"
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