“That’s hoo I hae hard the tale, my lord; but I wad be sorry sud a’ it conteens meet wi’ like corroboration.--As I say, a dochter there was, an’ gien a’ was surpassin’, she was surpassin’ a’. The faimily piper, or sennachy, as they ca’d him--I wadna wonner, my lord, gien thae gran’ pipes yer boonty gae my gran’father, had been his!--he said in ane o’ his sangs, ’at the sun blinkit whanever she shawed hersel’ at the hoose-door. I s’ warran’ ae thing--’at a’ the lads blinkit whan she luikit at them, gien sae be she cud ever be said to condescen’ sae far as to _luik_ at ony; for gien ever she set ee upo’ ane, she never loot it rist: her ee aye jist slippit ower a face as gien the face micht or micht not be there --she didna ken or care. A’ body said she had sic a hauchty leuk as was never seen on human face afore; an’ for freen’ly luik, she had nane for leevin’ cratur, ’cep’ it was her ain father, or her ain horse ’at she rade upo’. Her mither was deid. “Her father wad fain hae seen her merriet afore he dee’d, but the pride he had gien her was like to be the en’ o’ a’, for she coontit it naething less than a disgrace to pairt wi’ maiden-leeberty. ‘There’s no man,’ she wad say, whan her father wad be pressin’ upo’ the subjec’,--‘there’s no mortal man, but yersel’, worth the turn o’ my ee.’ An’ the father, puir man, was ower weel pleased wi’ the flattery to be sae angry wi’ her as he wad fain hae luikit. Sae time gaed on, till frae a bonny lassie she had grown a gran’ leddy, an’ cud win up the hill nae forder, but bude to gang doon o’ the ither side; an’ her father was jist near-han’ daft wi’ anxiety to see her wad. But no! never ane wad she hearken till. “At last there cam to the hoose--that’s Colonsay Castel, up there --ae day, a yoong man frae Norrawa’, the son o’ a great nobleman o’ that country; an’ wi’ him she was some ta’en. He was a fine man to leuk at, an’ he pat them a’ to shame at onything that nott stren’th or skeel. But he was as heumble as he was fit, an’ never teuk ony credit till himsel’ for onything ’at he did or was; an’ this she was ill-pleased wi’, though she cudna help likin’ him, an’ made nae banes o’ lattin’ him see ’at he wasna a’thegither a scunner till her.