cutively. You may speak of your Pythagoreans, or your silent Bramins, Colonel,—go to—I tell you this learned gentleman beats them in taciturnity—but the words of the wise are precious, and not to be thrown away lightly."

"Of a surety," said the Dominie, taking his blue-checqued handkerchief from his eyes—"that was a bitter day with me indeed—aye, and a day of grief hard to be borne—but he giveth strength who layeth on the load."

Colonel Mannering took this opportunity to request Mr Pleydell to inform him of the particulars attending the loss of the boy; and the counsellor, who was fond of talking upon subjects of criminal jurisprudence, especially when connected with his own experience, went through the circumstances at full length. "And what is your opinion upon the result of the whole?"

"O, that Kennedy was murdered—it's an old case which has occurred on that