Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Within a few hours after his liberation, he was on his way to England,
in company with Lady Arabella. He had devoted the whole period of his
imprisonment to writing letters to her, and venting curses against
Scotland. Margaret Williamson was forgotten, in the hope of finding in
the arms of Lady Arabella a panacea for his wrongs, and a solace of his
sufferings--for it is as true as it is remarkable, that the truly wicked
are the most querulous of justice, and the most impatient of her
retributions.
Nothing was, for a long time, heard of Sir Willoughby; but she whom he
had ruined and deserted, remained to the inhabitants of Edinburgh as an
object of their pity, and an example to their children. Margaret bore a
son, and Janet Hunter soon died of a broken heart, for the loss of Adam.
Margaret was thus left to the charity of a world which is often moved to
pity only through the selfish conceit of a comparison between the
alms-giver and the alms-receiver, and begged her bread from the doors of
the inhabitants of Edinburgh.
Now, it was five years after the transactions I have detailed, and when
King James had been nearly as long seated on the throne of England, that
Lionel Apsley, a gentleman in the confidence of the king, arrived in
Edinburgh. He was observed to make inquiries after a person of the name
of Margaret or Peggy Williamson, who, he was informed, resided in a
small ground room in the White Horse Close, in the Canongate of
Edinburgh. A man who was standing at the top of Leith Wynd took him to
Margaret's residence. Upon entering the humble abode, he found the
object of his search making porridge for the son of the English knight.
Lionel entered into conversation with Margaret, and endeavoured to draw
her into a recital of the story of her life; but she evaded, though in
the gentlest manner, his efforts, stating, that her griefs and her
secrets were her own, and that the making the one known would not make
the other unfelt. She had been much annoyed, she said, by the
impertinent interrogations of gossiping people, who often insulted her
by withholding their charity when they found their love of gossip
ungratified.
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