"May He go forth--may He go forth with you, my dear bairn; and 0,may He give you cause to say on your return, HIS name bepraised!"

"Farewell, mother!--farewell, my dear sisters!" exclaimedElliot, and rushed out of the home.

CHAPTER VIII.

Now mule and hattock, cried the Laird,-- Now mule and hattock, speedilie; They that winna ride for Telfer's kye, Let them never look in the face o' me. Border Ballad.