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Her voice rose and became more animated as she recited the warlike counsel of her ancestor "Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide, And ye were Roland Cheyne, The spur should be in my horse's side, And the bridle upon his mane. "If they hae twenty thousand blades, And we twice ten times ten, Yet they hae but their tartan plaids, And we are mail-clad men.
He clasped her waist, gazed on her pallid brow, and held her lip to his. How it trembled from her emotion! "My own brother! how pale how ill you look!" "Emily! my sister! I have something yet left me on earth! and my worthy kind aunt, too!" He kissed Mrs. Glenallan's forehead, and tried to soothe her.
"And whom or what do you intend to hit now, that you are lugging with you that leathern magazine there, marked Gunpowder?" "I must be prepared for Lord Glenallan's moors on the twelfth, sir," said M'Intyre. "Ah, Hector! thy great chasse, as the French call it, would take place best Omne cum Proteus pecus agitaret altos Visere montes
I trust you will make yourself some amends for the spare diet of yesterday." But this was no part of Lord Glenallan's system. Having saluted the company with the grave and melancholy politeness which distinguished his manners, his servant placed before him a slice of toasted bread, with a glass of fair water, being the fare on which he usually broke his fast.
But don't let the faults of my head fall on my heart I would not part with a Cordery that belonged to an old friend, to get a set of horses like Lord Glenallan's." "I don't think you would, lad I don't think you would," said his softening relative.
But you have forgotten that the ecstatic twelfth of August approaches, and that you are engaged to meet one of Lord Glenallan's gamekeepers, God knows where, to persecute the peaceful feathered creation." "True, true, uncle I had forgot that," exclaimed the volatile Hector; "but you said something just now that put everything out of my head."
"The great Earl in his stirrups stood That Highland host to see: Now here a knight that's stout and good May prove a jeopardie: "What wouldst thou do, my squire so gay, That rides beside my reyne, Were ye Glenallan's Earl the day, And I were Roland Cheyne? "To turn the rein were sin and shame, To fight were wondrous peril, What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne, Were ye Glenallan's Earl?
But you have forgotten that the ecstatic twelfth of August approaches, and that you are engaged to meet one of Lord Glenallan's gamekeepers, God knows where, to persecute the peaceful feathered creation." "True, true, uncle I had forgot that," exclaimed the volatile Hector; "but you said something just now that put everything out of my head."
Lord Glenallan's politeness had induced him to turn away and talk with the ladies, when the dispute between the uncle and nephew appeared to grow rather too animated to be fit for the ear of a stranger, but the Earl mingled again in the conversation when the placable tone of the Antiquary expressed amity.
Miss M'Intyre alone, from the natural politeness and unpretending simplicity of her manners, appeared to belong to that class of society to which he had been accustomed in his earlier and better days. Nor did Lord Glenallan's deportment less surprise the company.
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