getting old and tired, and shall soon go where I hope to learn faster. Oh, my boy! hear your father who loves you, and never do the thing you would be ashamed for your mother or me to know. Remember, nothing drops out; everything hid shall be revealed. But of all things, if ever you should fail or fall, don’t lie still because you are down: get up again--for God’s sake, for your mother’s sake, for my sake--get up and try again. “And now it is time you should know a little about the family of which you come. I don’t doubt there have been some in it who would count me a foolish man for bringing you up as I have done, but those of them who are up there don’t. They see that the business of life is not to get as much as you can, but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with your God--with your mother’s God, my son. They may say I have made a poor thing of it, but I shall not hang my head before the public of that country, because I’ve let the land slip from me that I couldn’t keep any more than this weary old carcase that’s now crumbling away from about me. Some would tell me I ought to shudder at the thought of leaving you to such poverty, but I am too anxious about yourself, my boy, to think much about the hardships that may be waiting you. I should be far more afraid about you if I were leaving you rich. I have seen rich people do things I never knew a poor gentleman do. I don’t mean to say anything against the rich--there’s good and bad of all sorts; but I just can’t be so very sorry that I am leaving you to poverty, though, if I might have had my way, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But he knows best who loves best. I have struggled hard to keep the old place for you; but there’s hardly an acre outside the garden and close but was mortgaged before I came into the property. I’ve been all my life trying to pay off, but have made little progress. The house is free, however, and the garden; and don’t you part with the old place, my boy, except you see you _ought_. But rather than anything not out and out honest, anything the least doubtful, sell every stone. Let all go, if you should have to beg your way home to us. Come clean, my son, as my Marion bore you.” Here Cosmo interrupted his father to ask what _mortgaged_ meant. This led to an attempt on the part of the laird to instruct him in the whole state of the affairs of the property. He showed him where all the papers were kept, and directed him to whom to go for any requisite legal advise. Weary then of business, of which he had all his life had more than enough, he turned to pleasanter matters, and began to tell him anecdotes of the family. “What in mercy can hae come o’ the laird, think ye, my leddy?” said Grizzie to her mistress. “It’s the yoong laird’s birthday, ye see, an’ they aye haud a colloguin’ thegither upo’ that same, an’ I kenna whaur to gang to cry them till their denner.” “Run an’ ring the great bell,” said the grandmother, mindful of old glories.