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followed by his dog, which he had taught to keep to heel. He felt happy, as people do who have no cares, from the fine weather—the deep green of the verdure chequered by the flowers in bloom, and the majestic scenery which met his eye on every side. His heart was as buoyant as his steps; as he walked along, the light summer breeze fanning his face. His thoughts, however, which had been more of the chase than anything else, suddenly changed, and he became serious. For some time, he had heard no political news of consequence, or what the Commons were doing with the King. This reverie naturally brought to his mind his father's death, the burning of his property, and its sequestration. His cheeks coloured with indignation, and his brow was moody. Then he built castles for the future. He imagined the King released from his prison, and leading an army against his oppressors; he fancied himself at the head of a troop of cavalry, charging the parliamentary horse. Victory was on his side. The King was again on his throne, and he was again in possession of the family estate. He was rebuilding the Hall, and somehow or another it appeared to him that Patience was standing by his side as he gave directions to the artificers-when his reverie was sud denly disturbed by Holdfast barking and springing forward in advance.
Edward, who had by this time got over more than half his journey, looked up, and perceived himself confronted by a powerful man, apparently about forty years of age, and dressed as a verderer of the forest. He thought at the time, that he had seldom seen a person with a more sinister and forbidding countenance.
"How now, young fellow, what are you doing here?" said the man, walking up to him, and cocking the gun which he held in hand as he advanced.
Edward quietly cocked his own gun, which was loaded, when he perceived that hostile preparation on the part of the other per-
