[11] "It is said that Thomas Wilson endeavored to relieve his sisters from confinement, but did not succeed. He kept himself in concealment till the Revolution, when he entered the army, and served King William in Flanders."--_Nicholson's_ "_History of Galloway_." For a full account of these Scottish Martyrs of Wigtown, I am indebted to the kindness of a (personally unknown) correspondent. [12] David Graham. [13] Colbran. [14] This word, so very odd in such a connection, is the old Scottish term for _executed_. [15] She sang part of the 25th Psalm. [16] Rom. viii. [17] Nicholson's "History of Galloway." [18] Psalm cxxxvii. 1. [19] Psalm cxxvi. 6. [20] Heb. ii. 17. [21] Heb. v. 8. [22] Psalm xlii. 3. [23] Mark x. 21. [24] 2 Cor. xii. 9. [25] Mark viii. 24. [26] 2 Sam. xxiv. 14. [27] Jonah iv. 6-11. [28] Isaiah xlvii. 10. [29] Exod. v. 2. [30] Mal. iii. 6. [31] John xiv. 19. VIII. WANTED, DIOGENES' LANTERN. "Smile, hypocrite, smile! It is no such hard labor, While each stealthy hand stabs the heart of his neighbor: Faugh!--Fear not; we've no hearts in Vanity Fair." MISS MULOCH. We have been absent for a long time from Ashcliffe Hall. In fact, nothing has occurred there since Celia's departure of sufficient moment to be recorded. But on Easter Tuesday of 1712, Harry returned home for a short time. He brought plenty of town news, political and otherwise. "Twelve new Tory peers were created on New Year's Day"-- The Squire swore at this piece of information. "And the Duke of Marlborough[1] has fallen in disgrace"-- "So we heard, lad, so we heard," said his father, discontentedly. "Somebody ought to be ashamed of himself." "And Prince Eugene[2] is come to England on a visit to Her Majesty, 'tis thought to plead for the Duke." "O Harry! have you seen Prince Eugene?" "Yes, Lucy, several times. Do you wish to know what he is like? Well, fancy a small, but well-made man, with a dark complexion, a large Roman nose, black eyes, lively and piercing, and black hair." "Do you think the Queen will listen to his pleading for the Duke?" "I doubt it. 'Tis scarce so much with the Duke as with the Duchess[3] that she is herself displeased; and Prince Eugene has already offended her by coming to court in a bag-wig instead of the peruque. She said to her ladies that next time she supposed he would come in his night-cap. Prince Eugene, you see, is a soldier, accustomed to think very little of matters of this kind; and in all points of etiquette the Queen is mighty particular." "And what other news is there, Harry?" "Well, Sir, the Secretary for War, a young man named Robert Walpole, has been sent to the Tower for bribery." "Why on earth have they sent him there for _that_?" asked the Squire, sarcastically. "Does not every one of the Ministers sell all his Secretary-ships? Didn't he buy his place, to begin with?"