“Certainly, sir,” replied the messenger, taking the paper and reading it. “I see it is a requisition to pay you £5000, contained in two bonds, by Eyrymount, to Murdoch Langbane, and assigned by him to you. It should properly be intimated by a notary, and one of my concurrents has that qualification, though now greatly reduced.” “See that it’s legally dune,” said Nashon. “My agent, Gilbert Shortpage, drew it up, an’ I warrant it correct.” “It shall be done instantly,” said the messenger, who filled up the notary’s name in the paper, and departed to execute his new and unexpected commission. At the time the messenger rapped at the gate of Eyrymount, Græme and his lady were occupied in talking about the prospect they now had of seizing upon Outfieldhaugh. “About this time the ambitious Nashon will be receiving my summons of adjudication,” said Græme. “A much more suitable gift, from his superior, than Dione Græme,” said Madam. “What is this, sir?” said Græme to the messenger, who had just opened the door of the apartment. “A _requisition_, your honour,” replied the messenger. “From whom?” said Græme “Nashon Heatherton,” replied the messenger. “A _requisition_ for delay, I fancy,” said Græme. “Ha ha! ha! He is too late. The law must take its course Go tell him I cannot comply with it.” “Would not your honour better read it?” said the messenger. “Oh, the usual cant, I presume,” said Græme, opening the paper and glancing over it. “What is this?” he added, letting go the paper, and falling back on his chair. “What is the matter?” cried Madam, taking up the document, and flying for a smelling-bottle at the same time. “It is, Madam,” said the messenger, while she applied the salts to her husband’s nose, “a requisition for payment of £5000, due to Mr Heatherton, as assignee of Mr Langbane.” “Heaven have mercy on us!” cried she, while she continued her efforts to restore her husband. The messenger and his men departed, and left Eyrymount and his wife to the full anguish of their critical situation. The news of this proceeding got wind, and reached the ears of Benjamin Rice, who thought it prudent to suspend his visits to Eyrymount. Græme had now the prospect of losing not only Outfieldhaugh, but his own patrimonial estate. What could he do but give Dione to Nashon? This he did. The couple were married; the two properties were afterwards conjoined; and the sportsman of Outfieldhaugh distanced all his competitors. THE SEA FIGHT. “Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep Her march is o’er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep.” CAMPBELL.