Whilst our young hero, wholly occupied in these meditations, was incautiously riding along a slippery path in his descent from the heights, his horse’s footing failed him and he fell upon his knees: being an active horseman he lost neither his seat nor his temper, but it brought other ideas to his recollection, and turning to his companion he calmly observed, that had his favourite Glendowr been under him, nothing of that sort could have happened--and what a treasure, added he, have I been defrauded of? what kind of heart must that man have who could turn a fine animal, that had been cloathed and pampered in the stable, naked on a barren heath, only because an uncle, who had left him every think else, had bequeathed this one token of his remembrance to me as his godson? At this instant lawyer Davis rode up to them on a brisk gallop, and saluting them as he reined in his horse, cried out--Well met, gentlemen; I thought I kenn’d you as I crossed the hill, and hastened to give you the intelligence, that I am carrying to the castle, of my having got such information, as will secure ample damages for the loss of Sir Owen’s legacy of the horse, and expose to the world one of the basest and most rascally transactions, that was ever brought to light. As Davis uttered these words young John De Lancaster turned a look upon Mr. Wilson that could not fail to be understood, and desired Davis to relate the particulars--They are soon told, he replied, for the informer Joe Johnson, who was feeder to Sir Owen’s hounds, has deposed, that by the express order of his present master the young baronet betook the horse called Owen Glendowr out of the stable in the evening of the 12th instant, and accompanied by the said Sir David led him to a bye spot on the mountain, where in a dell they contrived by ropes to cast, and then and there to hamstring him by deep incisions on the sinews of his legs, leaving the poor mangled animal to expire in tortures. Johnson describes his reluctance to obey commands of so barbarous a nature, but his master was peremptory, and had caused him to be plied with liquor till he was so intoxicated, that unless Sir David himself had assisted in the act, he could not have executed it. Davis having related these particulars, addressing himself to Mr. Edward Wilson, added--’Tis a villainous business, reverend sir, a very villainous business, and if old Mr. De Lancaster shall think fit to bring it into court, I would not be in Sir David’s case for his estate. Mr. De Lancaster will do no such thing, said Wilson, that you may rely upon--No, no, cried John, ’tis not a case to be settled in that way: I’m satisfied my grandfather will not resort to the law, nor accept of any compensation for the injury I have suffered from Sir David Owen and his dog-kennel accomplice. The man, who degrades his character by an action of that sort, puts his person out of the reach of a gentleman’s resentment.