The Abbot

coming from you. For what remains, I trust to win gold enough, when I push my way in the world; and till then, beads of black oak, or a rosary of nuts, must serve the turn.'

'Hear him!' said his grandmother; 'young as he is, he hath learned already the lessons of the devil's school! The rosary, consecrated by the Holy Father himself, and sanctified by his blessing, is but a few knobs of gold, whose value may be replaced by the wages of his profane labour, and whose virtue may be supplied by a string of hazel-nuts!?This is heresy?So Henry Warden, the wolf who ravages the flock of the Shepherd, hath taught thee to speak and to think.'

'Mother,' said Roland Graeme, 'I am no heretic; I believe and I pray according to the rules of our church?This misfortune I regret, but I cannot amend it.'

'Thou canst repent it, though,' replied his spiritual directress, 'repent it in dust and ashes, atone for it by fasting, prayer, and penance, instead of looking on me with a countenance as light as if thou hadst lost but a button from thy cap.'

'Mother,' said Roland, 'be appeased; I will remember my fault in the next confession which I have space and opportunity to make, and will do whatever the priest may require of me in atonement. For the heaviest fault I can do no more.?But, mother,' he added, after a moment's pause, 'let me not incur your farther displeasure, if I ask whither our journey is bound, and what is its object. I am no longer a child, but a man, and at my own disposal, with down upon my chin, and a sword by my side?I will go to the end of the world with you to do your pleasure; but I owe it to myself to inquire the purpose and direction of our travels.'

'You owe it to yourself, ungrateful boy?' replied his relative, passion rapidly supplying the colour which age had long chased from her features,?'to yourself you owe nothing?you can owe nothing?to me you owe every thing?your life when an infant?your support while a child?the means of instruction, and the hopes of honour?and, sooner than thou shouldst abandon the noble cause to which I have devoted thee, would I see thee lie a corpse at my feet!'

Roland was alarmed at the vehement agitation with which she spoke, and which threatened to overpower her aged frame; and he hastened to reply,?'I forget nothing of what I owe to you, my dearest mother?show me how my blood can testify my gratitude, and you shall judge if I spare it. But blindfold obedience has in it as little merit as reason.'

'Saints and angels!' replied Magdalen, 'and do I hear these words from the child of my hopes, the nursling by whose bed I have kneeled, and for whose weal I have wearied every saint in heaven with prayers? Roland, by obedience only canst thou show thy affection and thy gratitude. What avails it that you might perchance adopt the course I propose to thee, were it to be fully explained? Thou wouldst not then follow my command, but thine own judgment; thou wouldst not do the will of Heaven, communicated through thy best friend, to whom thou owest thine all; but thou wouldst observe the blinded dictates of thine own imperfect reason. Hear me, Roland! a lot calls thee?solicits thee?demands thee?the proudest to which man can be destined, and it uses the voice of thine earliest, thy best, thine only friend?Wilt thou resist it? Then go thy way?leave me here?my hopes on earth are gone and withered?I will kneel me down before yonder profaned altar, and when the raging heretics return, they shall dye it with the blood of a martyr.'

'But, my dearest mother,' said Roland Graeme, whose early recollections of her violence were formidably renewed by these wild expressions of reckless passion, 'I will not forsake you?I will abide with you?worlds shall not force me from your side?I will protect?I will defend you?I will live with you, and die for you!'

'One word, my son, were worth all these?say only, 'I will obey you.''

'Doubt it not, mother,' replied the youth, 'I will, and that with all my heart; only??'

'Nay, I receive no qualifications of thy promise,' said Magdalen Graeme, catching at the word, 'the obedience which I require is absolute; and a blessing on thee, thou darling memory of my beloved child, that thou hast power to make a promise so hard to human pride! Trust me well, that in the design in which thou dost embark, thou hast for thy partners the mighty and the valiant, the power of the church, and the pride of the noble. Succeed or fail, live or die, thy name shall be among those with whom success or failure is alike glorious, death or life alike desirable. Forward, then, forward! life is short, and our plan is laborious?Angels, saints, and the whole blessed host of heaven, have their eyes even now on this barren and blighted land of Scotland?What say I? on Scotland? their eye is on us, Roland?on the frail woman, on the inexperienced youth, who, amidst the ruins which sacrilege hath made in the holy place, devote themselves to God's cause, and that of their lawful Sovereign. Amen, so be it! The blessed eyes of saints and martyrs, which see our resolve, shall witness the execution; or their ears, which hear our vow, shall hear our death-groan, drawn in the sacred cause!'

While thus speaking, she held Roland Graeme firmly with one hand, while she pointed upward with the other, to leave him, as it were, no means of protest against the obtestation to which he was thus made a party. When she had finished her appeal to Heaven, she left him no leisure for farther hesitation, or for asking any explanation of her purpose; but passing with the same ready transition as formerly, to the solicitous attentions of an anxious parent, overwhelmed him with questions concerning his residence in the Castle of Avenel, and the qualities and accomplishments he had acquired.

'It is well,' she said, when she had exhausted her inquiries, 'my gay goss-hawk[10] hath been well trained, and will soar high; but those who bred him will have cause to fear as well as to wonder at his flight.?Let us now,' she said, 'to our morning meal, and care not though it be a scanty one. A few hours' walk will bring us to more friendly quarters.'

They broke their fast accordingly, on such fragments as remained of their yesterday's provision, and immediately set out on their farther journey. Magdalen Graeme led the way, with a firm and active step much beyond her years, and Roland Graeme followed, pensive and anxious, and far from satisfied with the state of dependence to which he seemed again to be reduced.

'Am I for ever,' he said to himself, 'to be devoured with the desire of independence and free agency, and yet to be for ever led on, by circumstances, to follow the will of others?'

Chapter the Tenth.

She dwelt unnoticed and alone,
Beside the springs of Dove:
A maid whom there was none to praise,
And very few to love.