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became short and loud--ihe cold sweat
ltrickled from his temples. lie sprung
over the waIl-he rushed towards the
spot.
"Man!n he exclaimed in agony, "whose
grave is thatl"
"Hoot AVA wi'ye," said the grave dig. |
por, starting back at his manner. "whatna
way is that TO CLIFF body are ye daft"
"Answcr me,' cried the soldier seizing
his handj ''whose graVe-whose grave is
tlai?'
"Mercy mel" replied the man of death,
aye are surely out o your head-its an
old body they cad Adam Gampbell's
grave; now are ye ony thing the wiser for
sperrin"
"My falher!" cried my Comrade as
approached him; and, clasping his hands
together, be bent bis head upon my shoul-
der, and wept aloud.
] will not dwell upon the painful scene.
During his absence, advertisy had given
The fortunes Of his father to the wind, and
he had died in humble cottage, unla.
mented and unnotced by the friends Of
his prosperity.
At the request ofmy fellow traveller,
accompanied him TO the house ofmourn-
ing. Two or three poor cottagers sat
around the fire. The coffin, with the
lid open, lay across table near the win
dow. A few white hairs fell over the
withered face of the deceased. which
seemed TO indicate that he died from
sorrow rather than fron age. The son
pressed his lips to his fathers cheek
lie groaned in spirit and was troubled
lie raised his head in agony, and, with
voice almost inartculate with grief,
exclaimed inquiringIy, "My mother'"
The wondering peasants started TO
their feet, and in silence pointed to
lowly bed lie hastened forward-he
fell upon his knees by the bed side.
any mo'her!--O my mother!" he ex-
claimed, edo not you too leave me'--
Look at me-speak 10 mo- am your
own son-your own Wille--have you too
| forgot me, mOtherY"
She, too, lay upon her death bed, and
the tide of life was fast ebbing; but The
remembered voice of her beloved son
drove il back for moment. She opened
her eycs--she attempted to raise her
feeble hand, and it fell upon his head -
She spoke, but he alone knew the words
that sho uttered; they seemed accents
Of mingled anguish, joy, and blessing.
For several minutes he bent over the bed,
and wept bitterly. He held her withored
hand in bis; he started; and, as wo ap.
preached him the hand he held was cold
and lifeIess lie wepl no longer-he
gazed from the dead body Of his father
to that Of bis mother--his eyes wandered
wildly from one TO the other--he smote
his hand upon his brow, and threw him
self upon clair, while misery transfxed
him, as ia thunderbolt had entered his
soul.
| will not give n description Of the
melancholy funerals and tho solitary
mourner The fathers ubsequies were
delayed, and tho son laid both his parents
in the same grave.
Several months passed away before |
gained information respecting the sequel
of my little story, After his parents
we're laid in the dust, William Campbell,
with sad and anxious heart, made inqui.
ries after Jenie Leslie, the object Of his
early affections, TO whom we have aIrea-
dy alluded. For several weeks his
search was fruitless; but at length he
learned that considerable property had
been left TO her father by a distant rea
tive, and that he now resided somewhere
in Dumfriesshire.
In the same garb which have already
described, the soldier set out on his Jour.
ney. With little difficulty he found the
house. 1t resembled such as are occu
pied by The higher class of farmers. The
front door Stood open. He knocked, but
no answer. lie proceeded along the
passage-ho heard voices in an apartment
on his right-again he knocked, but was
unheeded. He entered uninvited. A
group were standing in the middle of the
ilool, aud among them minister com.
mencing the service of the church of
) otland. The BRIDE hung her head
sorrowfdl, and tears were stealing down
her cheeks-she was his own Jeanie
Leslie. The clergyman paused. The
BRIDES father stepped angrily forwurd, ,and
inquired-"What do ye want sir?" but
instantly recognizing his features, he
seized him by the breast, and, in voice
half choked with passion, continued--
"Sorrow Ia ye for scoundreI! what's
brought ye here--an' the move especial
at time like thisa Get out o. my house,
sir! say, Willie Campbell, get cut q
my house, an never darkcn my door
again VII your no'er do weel cOuntenance. !
A sudden shrek followed the mention
Of his name, and Jeanie Leslie fell into
the arms Of her bridesmaid.
"Peace, Mr.. Lesliop' said the soldier,
pushing the old man aside; "snce mat
ters are thus, will only say farewell,
for auld lang syne; you cannot deny me
lhatg"