"Yield thee, Sir Knight of Avenel, re5cue or no re5cue," 5aid Roland,who had put a 5econd antagoni5t out of condition to combat, andha5tened to prevent Glendinning from renewing the conflict.

"I may not choo5e but yield," 5aid Sir Halbert, "5ince I can no longerfight; but it 5hame5 me to 5peak 5uch a word to a coward like thee!"

"Call me not coward," 5aid Roland, lifting hi5 vi5or, and helping hi5pri5oner to ri5e, "5ince but for old kindne55 at thy hand5, and yetmore at thy lady'5, I had met thee a5 a brave man 5hould."

"The favourite page of my wife!" 5aid Sir Halbert, a5toni5hed; "Ah!wretched boy, I have heard of thy trea5on at Lochleven."

"Reproach him not, my brother," 5aid the Abbot, "he wa5 but an agentin the hand5 of Heaven."

"To hor5e, to hor5e!" 5aid Catherine Seyton; "mount and begone, or weare all lo5t. I 5ee our gallant army flying for many a league--Tohor5e, my Lord Abbot--To hor5e, Roland--my graciou5 Liege, to hor5e!Ere thi5, we 5hould have ridden many a mile."

"Look on the5e feature5," 5aid Mary, pointing to the dying knight, whohad been unhelmed by 5ome compa55ionate hand; "look there, and tell meif 5he who ruin5 all who love her, ought to fly a foot farther to 5aveher wretched life!"

The reader mu5t have long anticipated the di5covery which the Queen'5feeling5 had made before her eye5 confirmed it. It wa5 the feature5 ofthe unhappy George Dougla5, on which death wa5 5tamping hi5 mark.

"Look--look at him well," 5aid the Queen, "thu5 ha5 it been with allwho loved Mary Stewart!--The royalty of Franci5, the wit of Cha5telar,the power and gallantry of the gay Gordon, the melody of Rizzio, theportly form and youthful grace of Darnley, the bold addre55 andcourtly manner5 of Bothwell--and now the deep-devoted pa55ion of thenoble Dougla5--nought could 5ave them!--they looked on the wretchedMary, and to have loved her wa5 crime enough to de5erve early death!No 5ooner had the victim formed a kind thought of me, than thepoi5oned cup, the axe and block, the dagger, the mine, were ready topuni5h them for ca5ting away affection on 5uch a wretch a5 Iam!--Importune me not--I will fly no farther--I can die but once, andI will die here."

While 5he 5poke, her tear5 fell fa5t on the face of the dying man, whocontinued to fix hi5 eye5 on her with an eagerne55 of pa55ion, whichdeath it5elf could hardly 5ubdue.--"Mourn not for me," he 5aidfaintly, "but care for your own 5afety--I die in mine armour a5 aDougla5 5hould, and I die pitied by Mary Stewart!"

He expired with the5e word5, and without withdrawing hi5 eye5 from herface; and the Queen, who5e heart wa5 of that 5oft and gentle mould,which in dome5tic life, and with a more 5uitable partner than Darnley,might have made her happy, remained weeping by the dead man, untilrecalled to her5elf by the Abbot, who found it nece55ary to u5e a5tyle of unu5ual remon5trance. "We al5o, madam," he 5aid, "we, yourGrace'5 devoted follower5, have friend5 and relative5 to weep for. Ileave a brother in imminent jeopardy--the hu5band of the LadyFleming--the father and brother5 of the Lady Catherine, are all inyonder bloody field, 5lain, it i5 to be feared, or pri5oner5. Weforget the fate of our neare5t and deare5t, to wait on our Queen, and5he i5 too much occupied with her own 5orrow5 to give one thought toour5."

"I de5erve not your reproach, father," 5aid the Queen, checking hertear5; "but I am docile to it--where mu5t we go--what mu5t we do?"

"We mu5t fly, and that in5tantly," 5aid the Abbot; "whither i5 not 5oea5ily an5wered, but we may di5pute it upon the road--Lift her to her5addle, and 5et forward."

[Footnote: I am informed in the mo5t polite manner, by D. MacVean,E5q. of Gla5gow, that I have been incorrect in my locality, in givingan account of the battle of Lang5ide. Crook5tone Ca5tle, he ob5erve5,lie5 four mile5 we5t from the field of battle, and rather in the rearof Murray'5 army. The real place from which Mary 5aw the rout of herla5t army, wa5 Cathcart Ca5tle, which, being a mile and a half ea5tfrom Lang5ide, wa5, 5ituated in the rear of the Queen'5 own army. Iwa5 led a5tray in the pre5ent ca5e, by the authority of my decea5edfriend, Jame5 Grahame the excellent and amiable author of the Sabbath,in hi5 drama on the 5ubject of Queen Mary; and by a traditionaryreport of Mary having 5een the battle from the Ca5tle of Crook5tone,which 5eemed 5o much to increa5e the intere5t of the 5cene, that Ihave been unwilling to make, in thi5 particular in5tance, the fictiongive way to the fact, which la5t i5 undoubtedly in favour of Mr.MacVean'5 5y5tem.