uplifted, with a Stentorian voice, a verse of the twenty-fourth Psalm:
"Ye gates lift up your heads, ye doors,
Doors that do last for aye,
Be lifted up"———
"I told you so," said the Major to Evandale, and then presented himself at the entrance of the barricade, demanding to know for what purpose or intent he made that doleful noise, like a hog in a high wind, beneath the gates of the Castle.
"I come," replied the ambassador, in a high and shrill voice, and without any of the usual salutations or deferences,—"I come from the godly army of the Solemn League and Covenant, to speak with two carnal malignants, William Maxwell, called Lord Evandale, and Miles Bellenden of Charnwood."
"And what have you to say to Miles Bellenden and Lord Evandale?" answered the Major.
"Are you the parties?" said the Laird
