It was, as Lady Nithsdale herself says, a particular stroke of
Providence that she made the despatch she did, for the magistrates of
Dumfries soon suspected her.
The indefatigable Amy, whose ears were always open, whose discretion
was never slumbering, learned by a fortunate accident that one of them
was heard to say, he should, the next day, insist upon seeing the
Countess of Nithsdale's leave from government.
There was not a moment to be lost: Lady Nithsdale resolved to depart
before daybreak. She forwarded the rescued documents by a safe hand to
Traquhair, and on the following morning set forth again for London.
It was now that she bade a fond, lingering, last adieu to her home: she
knew that it was for ever she quitted it! When all were at rest, she
gently visited each well-known apartment. She repaired to that which
her children had usually inhabited: she looked with sadness upon the
vacant room. She thought how often she had there heard their prattling
voices--there bent over their quiet slumbers. She paused at the door,
and the tears gushed from her eyes. A thousand trifling incidents
crowded on her mind: there was not a spot that was not alive with
recollections.
"Truly," she thought, "did my dear lord say, as he parted hence, 'Our
castles will be desolate, our name extinct!'" She looked upon the
motto, 'Reviresco:' "Truly did he say, 'Not here will any Earl of
Nithsdale flourish again!'--but he is safe; our children are safe; and
we shall be happy, in all the charities of domestic life. 'Twere sinful
to allow such regrets to stifle for a moment the gratitude which ought
to over-power all other emotions."
But when, ere the early dawn appeared, they prepared to mount their
horses, and she saw the faithful old gardener, with his blue bonnet
in his hand, respectfully hold the bridle rein, enacting the part of
'squire, the tears would flow unbidden: "Thanks, my good Hugh! I am
glad to see you once more; for, alas! Hugh, I shall never, never,
return to this dear home again! Heaven bless you, and all, all, who
dwell around!" she continued, looking around her at the scattered
cottages on the hill-sides; "may you and yours be well and happy!"
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