"In the close covert of a grove,
"By nature form'd for scenes of love,"

there were many attractive recesses. There the modest, yet mild and melting fair one would saunter with a favoured love-sick swain, deranged by the intoxication of dissipation, and by a stinted rest, which plays and balls, the breath of music, and the fascination of Moore's Amatory Melodies, narrowed and intruded on. Here you might see couples at studied distances, with arm linked in each other's, holding the peaceful bow, which was not destined to strike the deer, but hung by the side of another wounded hart, or with the half opened and half perused novel or romance, pendant from the ivory gracefulness of woman's arm, loitering in these destruc

tive scenes of fascination and enchantment. Here was Clara Winlove with young Lafonce, devouring the soft nonsense of his tongue, receiving and concealing the studied billet, but, finallyfor lack of gold, she left him. Previous to this desertion, however, the blandishments of this couple were such, that an honest Highland gamekeeper, who sometimes strayed that way, said that he was sure that the true lovers would be married, for that he heard such frequent billing bacie tenere, that the sound thereof resembled the chirping of wee bit birdies. Here also did the attractive, bewitching, and yielding Mrs. Castletown wander, unseen, with Tom Shuf

* The Highlander bestowed another name on the thing.

fleton, in amorous converse, and in

tender strains of love

"Did plight their mutual faith so very true, "That echo answer'd to the bird-cuckoo."

Here also did Lord

stray

through the woody mazes of a labyrinth, whose margin is beautifully studded and enameled with flowers, linked in the well-turned arm of Jaquelina Lovemore, whose large full eye, like that of Juno, commanded fierce and imperious love, and whose high coloured sanguine charms, like lightning's flash, either dazzled or inflamed the beholder. Here too Mrs. Milafont, with some sapient elderly swain, reasoned on passion and attachment, and moralized on the egarements du cœur, et de l'esprit, whilst the silver crescent stood high in the vault

above, and the distant sound of the dinner gong only left her time to say, "We will resume this interesting subject to-morrow; but recollect, my dear Mr. Bookworm, the principles which I lay down, and which, arguing a priori Here they were interrupted, and joined by the dinner party, running in all directions, with golden and raven tresses given to the wanton wind, warmed by love stories, and trusted to Zephyr's tattling and inconstant breeze. Here too lovely and kind Mrs. Hazlewood would sing a second to

"Will you go to the bower I have shaded for

you,

"Your bed shall be roses empearl'd with the dew."

We have already said that the moon lit the party to dinner. The mode of

living at the castle of Glen Eagle was thus. Not much later than at three, p.m. was served breakfast, the best in the world, because a Scotch breakfast, where cold moor-fowl and other game, fish in abundance, particularly dried, cold tongues and ham, late fruits, fresh cream, marmalade of exquisite flavor, and honey which would not have disgraced the Hyblean bee, were superadded to the common materials of a dejeunè, and derived additional spirit, not only from foreign liqueurs, but from the peat-perfumed whiskey, which makes the Highlander's heart dance with mirth, or nerves his strong muscular arm for most intrepid deeds of war.

Fishing, shooting, riding and driving, spearing the salmon, or shooting the