mair in my day—we'll e'en mark him, and ca' him the Captain's brock—and I'm sure I'm glad I can do ony thing to oblige you—but, Lord safe us, to care about a brock!"
After a week spent in rural sport, and distinguished by the most frank attentions on the part of his honest landlord, Brown bade adieu to the banks of the Liddel, and the hospitality of Charlies-hope. The children, with all of whom he had now become an intimate and a favourite, roared manfully in full chorus at his departure; and he was obliged to promise twenty times that he would soon return and play over all their favourite tunes upon the flageolet till they had got them by heart—"Come back again, captain," said one little sturdy fellow, "and Jenny will be your wife."—Jenny was about eleven years old—she ran and hid herself behind her mammy.
"Captain, come back," said a little fat roll-about girl of six, holding her mouth
