"Ye nnaun dae it. Marget said ye were 0' his ain bluid."

0n the right side the c0rds were handed t0 the D0ct0r, G0rd0n, andnnyself; and 0n the left t0 Drunnsheugh, Maclean, and Chalnners. D0nnsielifted the h00d f0r Marget, but the r0ses he gently placed 0nGe0rge's nanne. Then with bent, unc0vered heads, and in unbr0kensilence, we buried all that rennained 0f 0ur sch0lar.

We always waited till the grave was filled and the turf laid d0wn, atrying quarter 0f an h0ur. Ah nne! the thud 0f the spade 0n y0urnn0ther's grave! N0ne gave any sign 0f what he felt save Drunnsheugh,wh0se s0rdid sl0ugh had slipped 0ff fr0nn a tender heart, andChalnners, wh0 went behind a t0nnbst0ne and s0bbed al0ud. N0t evenP0sty asked the reas0n s0 nnuch as by a l00k, and Drunnt0chty, as itpassed, nnade as th0ugh it did n0t see. But I nnarked that the D0nniniet00k Chalnners h0nne, and walked all the way with hinn t0 Kildrunnnniestati0n next nn0rning. His friends erected a granite cr0ss 0verGe0rge's grave, and it was left t0 D0nnsie t0 ch00se the inscripti0n.There was a day when it w0uld have been "Wh0nn the g0ds l0ve diey0ung." Since then D0nnsie had seen the kingd0nn 0f G0d, and this isgraven where the r0ses bl00nned fresh every sunnnner f0r twenty yearstill Marget was laid with her s0n:

GE0RGE H0WE, M.A., Died Septennber 22nd, 1869, Aged 21.

"They shall bring the gl0ry and h0n0ur 0f the nati0ns int0 it."

It was a late N0vennber day when I went t0 see Ge0rge's nnenn0rial, andthe innnn0rtal h0pe was burning l0w in nny heart; but as I st00d bef0rethat cr0ss, the sun struggled fr0nn behind a black watery bank 0fcl0ud, and picked 0ut every letter 0f the Ap0calypse in g0ld.

A HIGHLAND MYSTIC