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Ellen breathed more freely, and pausing a moment there, and clasping her hands together once more in sorrow, she went down the road, and out at the gate, and exchanging her quick, broken step for a slow, measured one, she took the way towards Thirlwall.

She had to go away from her mother and father, Dora, and Tray, and face life all by herself as one of the girl-graduates at Thirlwall Hall, St. Ambrose's. Dr. Millar had learnt that she would just be in reasonable time for one of the earlier examinations at the close of the term. Having passed it without difficulty, she might compete for one of the Thirlwall scholarships.

Well, sir, it happened, as in similar cases, that Thirlwall, though a bold and active soldier, was surprised in the Castle of Douglas, about Hallowmass, by this same worthy, young James Douglas.

There was a man broke his leg horribly at Thirlwall, the other day, and Gibson was out of the way, and Marshchalk set it, and did it famously they said. So go, Ellen, and bring us word what they are all about." Mr. Van Brunt was head of the party in the lower kitchen.

"Oh, thank you, Ma’am. To which school shall I go, Aunt Fortune?" "To whichever you like." "But I don't know anything about them," said Ellen "how can I tell which is best?" Miss Fortune was silent. "What schools are there near here?" said Ellen. "There's Captain Conklin's down at the Cross, and Miss Emerson's at Thirlwall." Ellen hesitated.

I had just as lief tell you, Ellen, that all this was as good as settled a long spell back afore ever you came to Thirlwall; but I was never a-going to leave my old mother without a home, so I stuck to her, and would, to the end of time, if I had never been married. But now she is gone, and there is nothing to keep me to the old place any longer.

Thou well knowest how James of Thirlwall, the last English commander before Sir John de Walton, was surprised, and the castle sacked with circumstances of great inhumanity."

"It ascends," says THIRLWALL, "to the birth of the gods and the origin of nature, and unfolds the whole order of the world in a series of genealogies, which personify the beings of every kind contained in it."

Above all, one cannot read a page without remembering that there were living then in England at least a dozen men who could have done it better, Grote, Thirlwall, Mitford, Arnold, Hallam, Milman, Lingard, Palgrave, Turner, Roscoe, Carlyle, Macaulay, to mention only the most prominent, and mention them at random, were all alive and of man's estate, and probably scores who could have done it nearly or quite as well; while there was not one single man living, in England or in the world, who was capable of doing the work which Scott, if not as capable as ever, was still capable of doing like no one before and scarcely any one after him.

If Tray could but have come to her, and laid his shining black nose in her lap, barked in her face, and invited her to take a turn in the grounds of Thirlwall Hall, he would have ceased to be the doleful, shadowy phantom of a Tray she was constantly seeing now, along with other phantoms.