"Indeed is he, Miss Kate, bless your bonny face, and like to do well enough, after I hae taʼen a drap blood fra' him,” replied the Doctor, fumbling about in his numerous pockets to find his lancet. "Thank Heaven!" exclaimed the poor girl, fervently: "Thank Heaven!" and clasping her hands together, she sank down, fainting, by the side of her cousin. CHAPTER XIX. A PARTING WORD FROM THE OLD FOREST RANGER. ADY, thou art weary of our savage tales -we can see it in thy languid eye, although thy kind heart will not permit thee to hurt the feelings of the poor Old Forester, by telling him to withdraw. We are becoming garrulous in our old age; and although we have endeavoured to render our descriptions of junglewarfare more fit for Lady's bower, by introducing some scraps of sentiment, and feeble sketches of the glowing eastern scenery which many long years ago made an indelible impression on our youthful mind, yet we feel that our subject is, at best, one but ill adapted to a Lady's ear. Our conscience tells us that we have already trespassed overlong on thy patience, and we blush to think of the many tales of blood and strife in which we must have done violence to thy gentle nature. But we are not ungrateful, Lady.-We fully appreciate thy condescension in having so long borne with the idle clavers of a garrulous old man.-We thank thee from our heart; and if thou wilt only grant us thy indulgence for a few minutes longer, whilst we dispose of poor Kate and her cousin Charles, whom we left in rather a sorry plight, we will, with |