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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
CHAPTER XI.
At last comes the troop, by the word of command
Drawn up in our court, where the captain cries, Stand.
Swift.
Major Belleden's ancient valet, Gideon Pike, as he adjusted his master's clothes by his bed-side, preparatory to the worthy veteran's toilet, acquainted him, as an apology for disturbing him an hour earlier than his usual time of rising, that there was an express from Tillietudlem.
"From Tillietudlem?" said the old gentleman, rising hastily in his bed, and sitting bolt upright. "Open the shutters, Pike—I hope my sister-in-law is well—furl up the bed-curtain.—What have we all here?" (glancing at Edith's note.) "The gout?—why, she knows I have not had a
