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Is it not a strange thing, Halliday, he said to his comrade, to see a set of bumpkins sit carousing here this whole evening, without having drank the kings health?

They have drank the kings health, said Halliday. I heard that green kail-worm of a lad name his majestys health.

Did he? said Bothwell. Then, Tom, well have them drink the Archbishop of St Andrews health, and do it on their knees too.

So we will, by G, said Halliday; and he that refuses it, well have him to the guard-house, and teach him to ride the colt foaled of an acorn, with a brace of carabines at each foot to keep him steady.

Right, Tom, continued Bothwell; and, to do all things in order, Ill begin with that sulky blue-bonnet in the ingle-nook.

He rose accordingly, and taking his sheathed broadsword under his arm to support the insolence which he meditated, placed himself in front of the stranger noticed by Niel Blane, in his admonitions to his daughter, as being, in all probability, one of the hill-folk, or refractory presbyterians.

I make so bold as to request of your precision, beloved, said the trooper, in a tone of affected solemnity, and assuming the snuffle of a country preacher, that you will arise from your seat, beloved, and, having bent your hams until your knees do rest upon the floor, beloved, that you will turn over this measure (called by the profane a gill) of the comfortable creature, which the carnal denominate brandy, to the health and glorification of his Grace the Archbishop of St Andrews, the worthy primate of all Scotland.

All waited for the strangers answer.His features, austere even to ferocity, with a cast of eye, which, without being actually oblique, approached nearly to a squint, and which gave a very sinister expression to his countenance, joined to a frame, square, strong, and muscular, though something under the middle size, seemed to announce a man unlikely to understand rude jesting, or to receive insults with impunity.

And what is the consequence, said he, if I should not be disposed to comply with your uncivil request?

The consequence thereof, beloved, said Bothwell, in the same tone of raillery, will be, firstly, that I will tweak thy proboscis or nose. Secondly, beloved, that I will administer my fist to thy distorted visual optics; and will conclude, beloved, with a practical application of the flat of my sword to the shoulders of the recusant.

Is it even so? said the stranger; then give me the cup; and, taking it in his hand, he said, with a peculiar expression of voice and manner, The Archbishop of St Andrews, and the place he now worthily holds;may each prelate in Scotland soon be as the Right Reverend James Sharpe!

He has taken the test, said Halliday, exultingly.

But with a qualification, said Bothwell; I dont understand what the devil the crop-eared whig means.

Come, gentlemen, said Morton, who became impatient of their insolence, we are here met as good subjects, and on a merry occasion; and we have a right to expect we shall not be troubled with this sort of discussion.

Bothwell was about to make a surly answer, but Halliday reminded him in a whisper, that there were strict injunctions that the soldiers should give no offence to the men who were sent out to the musters agreeably to the councils orders. So, after honouring Morton with a broad and fierce stare, he said, Well, Mr Popinjay, I shall not disturb your reign; I reckon it will be out by twelve at night.Is it not an odd thing, Halliday, he continued, addressing his companion, that they should make such a fuss about cracking off their birding-pieces at a mark which any woman or boy could hit at a days practice? If Captain Popinjay now, or any of his troop, would try a bout, either with the broadsword, backsword, single rapier, or rapier and dagger, for a gold noble, the first-drawn blood, there would be some soul in it,or, zounds, would the bumpkins but wrestle, or pitch the bar, or putt the stone, or throw the axle-tree, if (touching the end of Mortons sword scornfully with his toe) they carry things about them that they are afraid to draw.

Mortons patience and prudence now gave way entirely, and he was about to make a very angry answer to Bothwells insolent observations, when the stranger stepped forward.

This is my quarrel, he said, and in the name of the good cause, I will see it out myself.Hark thee, friend, (to Bothwell,) wilt thou wrestle a fall with me?

With my whole spirit, beloved, answered Bothwell; yea I will strive with thee, to the downfall of one or both.

Then, as my trust is in Him that can help, retorted his antagonist, I will forthwith make thee an example to all such railing Rabshakehs!

With that he dropped his coarse grey horsemans coat from his shoulders, and, extending his strong brawny arms with a look of determined resolution, he offered himself to the contest. The soldier was nothing abashed by the muscular frame, broad chest, square shoulders, and hardy look of his antagonist, but, whistling with great composure, unbuckled his belt, and laid aside his military coat. The company stood round them, anxious for the event.

In the first struggle the trooper seemed to have some advantage, and also in the second, though neither could be considered as decisive. But it was plain he had put his whole strength too suddenly forth, against an antagonist possessed of great endurance, skill, vigour, and length of wind. In the third close, the countryman lifted his opponent fairly from the floor, and hurled him to the ground with such violence, that he lay for an instant stunned and motionless. His comrade Halliday immediately drew his sword; You have killed my sergeant, he exclaimed to the victorious wrestler, and by all that is sacred you shall answer it!

Stand back! cried Morton and his companions, it was all fair play; your comrade sought a fall, and he has got it.

That is true enough, said Bothwell, as he slowly rose; put up your bilbo, Tom. I did not think there was a crop-ear of them all could have laid the best cap and feather in the Kings Life-Guards on the floor of a rascally change-house.Hark ye, friend, give me your hand. The stranger held out his hand. I promise you, said Bothwell, squeezing his hand very hard, that the time will come when we shall meet again, and try this game over in a more earnest manner.

And Ill promise you, said the stranger, returning the grasp with equal firmness, that when we next meet, I will lay your head as low as it lay even now, when you shall lack the power to lift it up again.

Well, beloved, answered Bothwell, if thou best a whig, thou art a stout and a brave one, and so good even to theeHadst best take thy nag before the Cornet makes the round; for, I promise thee, he has stayd less suspicious-looking persons.

The stranger seemed to think that the hint was not to be neglected; he flung down his reckoning, and going into the stable, saddled and brought out a powerful black horse, now recruited by rest and forage, and turning to Morton, observed, I ride towards Milnwood, which I hear is your home; will you give me the advantage and protection of your company?

Certainly, said Morton; although there was something of gloomy and relentless severity in the mans manner from which his mind recoiled. His companions, after a courteous good-night, broke up and went off in different directions, some keeping them company for about a mile, until they dropped off one by one, and the travellers were left alone.

The company had not long left the Howff, as Blanes public-house was called, when the trumpets and kettle-drums sounded. The troopers got under arms in the market-place at this unexpected summons, while, with faces of anxiety and earnestness, Cornet Grahame, a kinsman of Claverhouse, and the Provost of the borough, followed by half-a-dozen soldiers, and town-officers with halberts, entered the apartment of Niel Blane.

Guard the doors! were the first words which the Cornet spoke; let no man leave the house.So, Bothwell, how comes this? Did you not hear them sound boot and saddle?

He was just going to quarters, sir, said his comrade; he has had a bad fall.

In a fray, I suppose? said Grahame. If you neglect duty in this way, your royal blood will hardly protect you.

How have I neglected duty? said Bothwell, sulkily.

You should have been at quarters, Sergeant Bothwell, replied the officer; you have lost a golden opportunity. Here are news come that the Archbishop of St Andrews has been strangely and foully assassinated by a body of the rebel whigs, who pursued and stopped his carriage on Magus-Muir, near the town of St Andrews, dragged him out, and dispatched him with their swords and daggers. [Note: The general account of this act of assassination is to be found in all histories of the period. A more particular narrative may be found in the words of one of the actors, James Russell, in the Appendix to Kirktons History of the Church of Scotland, published by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, Esquire. 4to, Edinburgh, 1817.]

All stood aghast at the intelligence.

Here are their descriptions, continued the Cornet, pulling out a proclamation, the reward of a thousand merks is on each of their heads.

The test, the test, and the qualification! said Bothwell to Halliday; I know the meaning nowZounds, that we should not have stopt him! Go saddle our horses, Halliday.Was there one of the men, Cornet, very stout and square-made, double-chested, thin in the flanks, hawk-nosed?

Stay, stay, said Cornet Grahame, let me look at the paper.Hackston of Rathillet, tall, thin, black-haired.

That is not my man, said Bothwell.

John Balfour, called Burley, aquiline nose, red-haired, five feet eight inches in heightIt is heit is the very man! said Bothwell,skellies fearfully with one eye?

Right, continued Grahame, rode a strong black horse, taken from the primate at the time of the murder.

The very man, exclaimed Bothwell, and the very horse! he was in this room not a quarter of an hour since.

A few hasty enquiries tended still more to confirm the opinion, that the reserved and stern stranger was Balfour of Burley, the actual commander of the band of assassins, who, in the fury of misguided zeal, had murdered the primate, whom they accidentally met, as they were searching for another person against whom they bore enmity. [Note: One Carmichael, sheriff-depute in Fife, who had been active in enforcing the penal measures against non-conformists. He was on the moors hunting, but receiving accidental information that a party was out in quest of him, he returned home, and escaped the fate designed for him, which befell his patron the Archbishop.] In their excited imagination the casual rencounter had the appearance of a providential interference, and they put to death the archbishop, with circumstances of great and cold-blooded cruelty, under the belief, that the Lord, as they expressed it, had delivered him into their hands.

[Note:  Murderers of Archbishop Sharpe. The leader of this party was David Hackston, of Rathillet, a gentleman of ancient birth and good estate. He had been profligate in his younger days, but having been led from curiosity to attend the conventicles of the nonconforming clergy, he adopted their principles in the fullest extent. It appears, that Hackston had some personal quarrel with Archbishop Sharpe, which induced him to decline the command of the party when the slaughter was determined upon, fearing his acceptance might be ascribed to motives of personal enmity. He felt himself free in conscience, however, to be present; and when the archbishop, dragged from his carriage, crawled towards him on his knees for protection, he replied coldly, Sir, I will never lay a finger on you. It is remarkable that Hackston, as well as a shepherd who was also present, but passive, on the occasion, were the only two of the party of assassins who suffered death by the hands of the executioner.

On Hackston refusing the command, it was by universal suffrage conferred on John Balfour of Kinloch, called Burley, who was Hackstons brother-in-law. He is described as a little man, squint-eyed, and of a very fierce aspect.He was, adds the same author, by some reckoned none of the most religious; yet he was always reckoned zealous and honest-hearted, courageous in every enterprise, and a brave soldier, seldom any escaping that came into his hands. He was the principal actor in killing that arch-traitor to the Lord and his church, James Sharpe. See Scottish Worthies. 8vo. Leith, 1816. Page 522.]

Horse, horse, and pursue, my lads! exclaimed Cornet Grahame; the murdering dogs head is worth its weight in gold.

CHAPTER V

Morton and his companion had attained some distance from the town before either of them addressed the other. There was something, as we have observed, repulsive in the manner of the stranger, which prevented Morton from opening the conversation, and he himself seemed to have no desire to talk, until, on a sudden, he abruptly demanded, What has your fathers son to do with such profane mummeries as I find you this day engaged in?

I do my duty as a subject, and pursue my harmless recreations according to my own pleasure, replied Morton, somewhat offended.

Is it your duty, think you, or that of any Christian young man, to bear arms in their cause who have poured out the blood of Gods saints in the wilderness as if it had been water? or is it a lawful recreation to waste time in shooting at a bunch of feathers, and close your evening with winebibbing in public-houses and market-towns, when He that is mighty is come into the land with his fan in his hand, to purge the wheat from the chaff?

I suppose from your style of conversation, said Morton, that you are one of those who have thought proper to stand out against the government. I must remind you that you are unnecessarily using dangerous language in the presence of a mere stranger, and that the times do not render it safe for me to listen to it.

Thou canst not help it, Henry Morton, said his companion; thy Master has his uses for thee, and when he calls, thou must obey. Well wot I thou hast not heard the call of a true preacher, or thou hadst ere now been what thou wilt assuredly one day become.

We are of the presbyterian persuasion, like yourself, said Morton; for his uncles family attended the ministry of one of those numerous presbyterian clergymen, who, complying with certain regulations, were licensed to preach without interruption from the government. This indulgence, as it was called, made a great schism among the presbyterians, and those who accepted of it were severely censured by the more rigid sectaries, who refused the proffered terms. The stranger, therefore, answered with great disdain to Mortons profession of faith.