their strength, if they are not checked at once."
"Many," said Evandale, "are flocking to them already, and they give out that they expect a strong body of the indulged presbyterians, headed by young Milnwood, as they call him, the son of the famous old round-head, Colonel Silas Morton."
This speech produced a very different effect upon the hearers. Edith almost sunk from her seat with terror, while Claverhouse darted a glance of sarcastic triumph at Major Bellenden, which seemed to imply,—"You see what are the principles of the young man you are pleading for."
"It's a lie—it's a d—d lie of these rascally fanatics," said the Major, hastily. "I will answer for Henry Morton as I would for my own son. He is a lad of as good church-principles as any gentleman in the life-guards. I mean no offence to any one. He has gone to church service with me fifty
