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 *mer on his estate, when the voice of his nephew reached his ears, and with the warmest eagerness he called out, so as to be heard through most of the gallery, "It is our ain Willie." His friend whispered him—"Pray do not speak so loud, you may interrupt your nephew."—"Vara weel Sandy, I'll be as quiet as a moose. But Willie is too quiet himself, I wish he would speak better oot: the booy is blate at first." William having for some time spoken in that low tone of voice, and modest humility of manner, which results from ingenuous sensibility, on a first appearance before the ablest assembly in the world, at length acquired more firmness, and, as he warmed, entered into all the merit and interest of his subject. With the powers of his understanding, and the movements of his heart, his voice, tones, and gestures, and, above all, his eyes, were in thorough