Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Mr Square," said he, "this is a strange business. I myself have not a
doubt of the truth of all the circumstances, some of which I have a
distinct recollection of--more especially the quarrel and duel; but how
to obtain the necessary evidence I at present cannot divine. The loss of
the papers is a very material point; and the sudden illness of your
foster-parent is very unfortunate. But there is also another difficulty,
even were we so fortunate, as I hope we will be, as to restore him to
health and consciousness: his testimony could not be taken in any court
of justice; he is an outlaw, tainted by actual rebellion, and liable to
be apprehended and executed as a traitor. His mildest punishment, if not
pardoned after sentence, would be banishment; and, what is not the least
worthy of serious consideration, the object to be attained, unless your
friend is very rich, may not be worth the expense and trouble. That
foolish rhyme has been fulfilled, in the meantime, so far. Your
great-grandfather was a zealous partisan of the Lauderdale
administration in Scotland; and, I believe, rather rigorous with the
adherents of the Covenant. At the Revolution, he fell into disgrace with
the powers that assumed the reins of government, and so turned his hopes
upon the restoration of the exiled family, and impoverished himself in
aiding the intrigues to restore them. Your grandfather had been bred in,
and adhered to, the same politics, now a losing game. He still farther
reduced the rent-roll by sales and bonds; and, at his death, your two
uncles, who remained at home, changed their party. The older died young,
without having married; and the younger succeeded to what remained of
the estate of his ancestors--a mere wreck, soon spent in dissipation.
Not one furr of land that once owned your ancestors as lord now owns
their sway. With the sum produced by the last sale, your uncle bade
adieu to Scotland; and you are the last of the race. I would advise no
farther proceedings than to endeavour, if possible, to recover the
documents relating to your birth and legitimacy, if they have not been
destroyed in pulling down the old walls."
Why should I dwell on my disappointment. Mr Davidson used every effort,
by inquiries and offers of reward; but the papers never were recovered,
although we got from one of the workmen the brass Dutch box in which
they had been placed. He had purchased it from one of the labourers who
picked it up in the ruins, and had destroyed the papers as of no
importance. I had now the knowledge of the family from whom I was
descended, but no proof to establish my claim, even though my right to
property to any amount would have been the consequence.
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