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 lady, "that's he that the whigs are gaun to hang the morn, as I hear say."

"The whigs about to hang Lord Evandale?" said Morton, in the greatest surprise.

"Ay, troth are they," said the house-keeper. Yesterday night he made a sally, as they ca't, (my mother's name was Sally—I wonder they gi'e Christian folks names to sic unchristian doings)—but he made an outbreak to get provisions, and his men were driven back and he was ta'en, an' the whig Captain, Balfour, garr'd set up a gallows, and swore, (or said upon his conscience, for they winna swear,) that, if the garrison was not gi'en ower the morn by daybreak, he would hing up the young Lord, poor thing, as high as Haman.—These are sair times!—but folk canna help them—sae do ye sit down and tak bread and cheese until better meat's made ready. Ye suldna hae kenn'd a word about it, an' I had thought it was to spoil your dinner, hinnie."