dinna ye hear? He's owned! he's owned! I lived but for this. I am
a sinfu' woman; but if my curse brought it down, my blessing has
taen it off! And now I wad hae liked to hae said mair. But it
canna be. Stay'--she continued, stretching her head towards the
gleam of light that shot through the narrow slit which served for
a window--'is he not there? Stand out o' the light, and let me
look upon him ance mair. But the darkness is in my ain een,' she
said, sinking back, after an earnest gaze upon vacuity; 'it's a'
ended now,

Pass breath,
Come death!'

And, sinking back upon her couch of straw, she expired without a
groan. The clergyman and the surgeon carefully noted down all that
she had said, now deeply regretting they had not examined her more
minutely, but both remaining morally convinced of the truth of her
disclosure.

Hazlewood was the first to compliment Bertram upon the near
prospect of his being restored to his name and rank in society.
The people around, who now learned from Jabos that Bertram was the
person who had wounded him, were struck with his generosity, and
added his name to Bertram's in their exulting acclamations.

Some, however, demanded of the postilion how he had not recognised
Bertram when he saw him some time before at Kippletringan. To
which he gave the very natural answer--'Hout, what was I thinking
about Ellangowan then? It was the cry that was rising e'en now
that the young Laird was found, that put me on finding out the