uld she have resigned to the priestall these； and if he wished for the ornaments of a gentle lady； or the sporran of a high chief； though they had been great as Macallum Mhor himself； MacTavish Mhor would have procured them； if Elspat had promised them。 Elspat is now poor； and has nothing to give。 But the Black Abbot of Inchaffray would have bidden her scourge her shoulders； and macerate her feet by pilgrimage； and he would have granted his pardon to her when he saw that her blood had flowed； and that her flesh had been torn。 These were the priests who had indeed power even with the most powerful； they threatened the great men of the earth with the word of their mouth； the sentence of their book； the blaze of their torch； the sound of their sacring bell。 The mighty bent to their will； and unloosed at the word of the priests those whom they had bound in their wrath； and set at liberty； unharmed； him whom they had sentenced to death； and for whose blood they had thirsted。 These were a powerful race； and might well ask the poor to kneel； since their power could humble the proud。 But you！against whom are ye strong； but against women who have been guilty of folly； and men who never wore sword？ The priests of old were like the winter torrent which fills this hollow valley； and rolls these massive rocks against each other as easily as the boy plays with the ball which he casts before him。 But you！you do but resemble the summer…stricken stream； which is turned aside by the rushes； and stemmed by a bush of sedges。 Woe worth you； for there is no help in you！〃
The clergyman was at no loss to conceive that Elspat had lost the Roman Catholic faith without gaining any other； and that she still retained a vague and confused idea of the composition with the priesthood； by confession； alms； and penance； and of their extensive power； which； according to her notion； was adequate； if duly propitiated； even to effecting her son's safety。 Compassionating her situation； and allowing for her errors and ignorance； he answered her with mildness。
〃Alas； unhappy woman！ Would to God I could convince thee as easily where thou oughtest to seek； and art sure to find； consolation； as I can assure you with a single word； that were Rome and all her priesthood once more in the plenitude of their power； they could not； for largesse or penance； afford to thy misery an atom of aid or comfortElspat MacTavish； I grieve to tell you the news。〃
〃I know them without thy speech；〃 said the unhappy woman。 〃My son is doomed to die。〃
〃Elspat；〃 resumed the clergyman； 〃he WAS doomed； and the sentence has been executed。〃
The hapless mother threw her eyes up to heaven； and uttered a shriek so unlike the voice of a human being； that the eagle which soared in middle air answered it as she would have done the call of her mate。
〃It is impossible！〃 she exclaimed〃it is impossible！ Men do not condemn and kill on the same day！ Thou art deceiving me。 The people call thee holyhast thou the heart to tell a mother she has murdered her only child？〃
〃God knows；〃 said the priest； the tears falling fast from his eyes； 〃that were it in my power； I would gladly tell better tidings。 But these which I bear are as certain as they are fatal。 My own ears heard the death…shot； my own eyes beheld thy son's deaththy son's funeral。 My tongue bears witness to what my ears heard and my eyes saw。〃
The wretched female clasped her bands close together； and held them up towards heaven like a sibyl announcing war and desolation； while； in impotent yet frightful rage； she poured forth a tide of the deepest imprecations。 〃Base Saxon churl！〃 she exclaimed〃vile hypocritical juggler！ May the eyes that looked tamely on the death of my fair…haired boy be melted in their sockets with ceaseless tears； shed for those that are nearest and most dear to thee！ May the ears that heard his death…knell be dead hereafter to all other sounds save the screech of the raven； and the hissing of the adder！ May the tongue that tells me of his death and of my own crime； be withered in thy mouthor better； when thou wouldst pray with thy people； may the Evil One guide it； and give voice to blasphemies instead of blessings； until men shall fly in terror from thy presence； and the thunder of heaven be launched against thy head； and stop for ever thy cursing and accursed voice！ Begone； with this malison！ Elspat will never； never again bestow so many words upon living man。〃
She kept her word。 From that day the world was to her a wilderness； in which she remained without thought； care； or interest； absorbed in her own grief； indifferent to every thing else。
With her mode of life； or rather of existence； the reader is already as far acquainted as I have the power of making him。 Of her death； I can tell him nothing。 It is supposed to have happened several years after she had attracted the attention of my excellent friend Mrs。 Bethune Baliol。 Her benevolence； which was never satisfied with dropping a sentimental tear； when there was room for the operation of effective charity； induced her to make various attempts to alleviate the condition of this most wretched woman。 But all her exertions could only render Elspat's means of subsistence less precariousa circumstance which； though generally interesting even to the most wretched outcasts； seemed to her a matter of total indifference。 Every attempt to place any person in her hut to take charge of her miscarried； through the extreme resentment with which she regarded all intrusion on her solitude； or by the timidity of those who had been pitched upon to be inmates with the terrible Woman of the Tree。 At length； when Elspat became totally unable （in appearance at least） to turn herself on the wretched settle which served her for a couch； the humanity of Mr。 Tyrie's successor sent two women to attend upon the last moments of the solitary； which could not； it was judged； be far distant； and to avert the possibility that she might perish for want of assistance or food； before she sunk under the effects of extreme age or mortal malady。
It was on a November evening； that the two women appointed for this melancholy purpose arrived at the miserable cottage which we have already described。 Its wretched inmate lay stretched upon the bed； and seemed almost already a lifeless corpse； save for the wandering of the fierce dark eyes； which rolled in their sockets in a manner terrible to look upon； and seemed to watch with surprise and indignation the motions of the strangers； as persons whose presence was alike unexpected and unwelcome。 They were frightened at her looks； but； assured in each other's company； they kindled a fire； lighted a candle； prepared food； and made other arrangements for the discharge of the duty assigned them。
The assistants agreed they should watch the bedside of the sick person by turns； but； about midnight； overcome by fatigue； （for they had walked far that morning）； both of them fell fast asleep。 When they awoke； which was not till after the interval of some hours； the hut was empty； and the patient gone。 They rose in terror； and went to the door of the cottage； which was latched as it had been at night。 They looked out into the darkness； and called upon their charge by her name。 The night…raven screamed from the old oak…tree； the fox howled on the hill； the hoarse waterfall replied with its echoes； but there was no human answer。 The terrified women did not dare to make further search till morning should appear； for the sudden disappearance of a creature so frail as Elspat； together with the wild tenor of her history； intimidated them from stirring from the hut。 They remained； therefore； in dreadful terror； sometimes thinking they heard her voice without； and at other times； that sounds of a different description were mingled with the mournful sigh of the night… breeze； or the dashing of the cascade。 Sometimes； too； the latch rattled； as if some frail and impotent hand were in vain attempting to lift it； and ever and anon they expected the entrance of their terrible patient； animated by supernatural strength； and in the company； perhaps； of some being more dreadful than herself。 Morning came at length。 They sought brake； rock； and thicket in vain。 Two hours after daylight； the minister himself appeared； and； on the report of the watchers； caused the country to be alarmed； and a general and exact search to be made through the whole neighbourhood of the cottage and the oak…tree。 But it was all in vain。 Elspat MacTavish was never found； whether dead or alive； nor could there ever be traced the slightest circumstance to indicate her fate。
The neighbourhood was divided concerning the cause of her disappearance。 The credulous thought that the evil spirit； under whose influence she seemed to have acted； had carried her away in the body； and there are many who are still unwilling； at untimely hours； to pass the oak…tree； beneath which； as they allege； she may still be seen seated according to her wont。 Others less superstitious supposed； that had it been possible to search the gulf of the Corri Dhu； the profound deeps of the lake； or the whelming eddies of the river； the remains of Elspat MacTavish might have been discoveredas nothing was more natural； considering her state of body and mind； than that she should have fallen in by accident； or precipitated herself intentionally； into one or other of those places of sure destruction。 The clergyman entertained an opinion of his own。 He thought that； impatient of the watch which was placed over her； this unhappy woman's instinct had taught her； as it directs various domestic animals； to withdraw herself from the sight of her own race； that the death…struggle might take place in some secret den； where； in all probability； her mortal relics would never meet the eyes of mortals。 This species of instinctive feeling seemed to him of a tenor with the whole course of her unhappy life； and most likely to influence her when it drew to a conclusion。 � End of THE HIGHLAND WIDOW。
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MR。 CROFTANGRY INTRODUCES ANOTHER TALE。
Together both on the high lawns appeared。 Under the opening eyelids of the morn They drove afield。 ELEGY ON LYCIDAS。
I have sometimes wondered wh