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master; hut on consulting with some old people, skilled in those matters, they learned, that when a wraith, or apparition of a living person, appeared while the sun was up, instead of being a prelude of instant death, it prognosticated very long life: and, moreover, that it could not possibly be a ghost that she had seen, for they always chose the night season for making their visits. In short, though it was the general topic of conversation among the servants, and the people in their vicinity, no reasonable conclusion could be formed on the subject.
The most probable conjecture was, that, as Mr. Bell was known to be so fond of arms, and had left his home on the very day that Prince Charles Stuart and his Highlanders defeated General Hawley on Falkirk Moor, he had gone either with him or the duke of Cumberland to the north. It was, however, afterwards ascertained that he had never joined any of the armies. Week came after week, and month after month, but no word of Mr. Bell. A female cousin was his nearest living relation; her husband took the management of his affairs; and, concluding that he had either joined the army, or drowned himself in the Kinnel, when he was seen to go into the linn, made no more inquiries after him.
About this very time, a respectable farmer, whose surname was M'Millan, and who resided in the neighbourbood of Musselburgh, happened to be in Edinburgh about some business. In the evening he called upon a friend, who lived near Holyrood House; and, being seized with an indisposition, they persuaded him to tarry with them all night. About the middle of the night he grew exceedingly ill, and not being able to find any rest or ease in his bed, imagined he would be the better of a walk. He put on his clothes, and, that he might not disturb the family, slipped quietly out at the back door, and walked in St. Anthony's garden, behind the house. The moon shone so bright, that it was almost as light as noonday; and he had scarcely taken a single turn, until he saw a tall man enter from the other side, buttoned in a drab-coloured great coat. It so happened that at that time M‘Millan stood in the shadow of the wall, and, perceiving that the stranger did not observe him, a thought struck him that it would not be amiss to keep himself concealed ; that he might see what the man was going to be about. He walked backwards and forwards for some time in apparent impatience, looking at his watch every minute ; until, at length, another man came in by the same way, buttoned likewise in a great coat, and having a bonnet on bis head. He was remarkably stout made, but considerably lower in stature than the other. They exchanged only a single word; then, turning both about, they threw off their great coats, drew their swords, and began a most desperate and well contested combat.
The tall gentleman appeared to have the ad. vantage. He constantly gained ground on the other, and drove him half round the division of the garden in which they fought. Each of them strove to fight with his back towards the moon, so that she might shine full in the face of his opponent; and many rapid wheels were made
for the purpose of gaining this position. The engagement was long and obstinate; and by the desperate thrusts that were frequently aimed on both sides, it was evident that they meant one another's destruction. They came at length within a few yards of the place where M‘Millan still stood concealed. They were both out of breath ; and at that instant, a small cloud chancing to overshadow the moon, one of them called out, “ Hold, we can't see.”—They uncovered their heads—wiped their faces,—and as soon as the moon emerged from the cloud, each resumed his guard. Surely that was an awful pause! and short, indeed, was the stage between it and eternity with the one, The tall gentleman made a lounge at the other, who parried and returned it; and as the former sprung back to avoid the thrust, his foot slipped, and he stumbled forward towards his antagonist, who dexterously met his breast in the fall with the point of his sword, and ran him through the body. He made only one feeble convulsive struggle, as if attempting to rise, and expired almost instantaneously.
M‘Millan was petrified with horror; but conceiving himself to be in a perilous situation, having stolen out of the house at that dead hour of the night; he had so much presence of mind as to hold his peace, and to keep from interfering in the smallest degree.
The surviving combatant wiped his sword with great composure-put on his bonnet-covered the body with one of the great coats-took up the other, and departed. M‘Millan returned quietly to his chamber without awakening any of the family. His pains were gone, but his mind was shocked and exceedingly perturbed ; and, after deliberating until morning, he determined to say nothing of the matter, and to make no living creature acquainted with what he had seen; thinking that suspicion would infallibly rest on him. Accordingly he kept his bed next morning until his friend brought him the tidings that a gentleman had been murdered at the back of the house during the night. He then arose and examined the body, which was that of a young man, seemingly from the country, having brown hair and fine manly features. He had neither letter, book, nor signature of any kind about him, that could in the least lead to a discovery of who he was; only a common silver watch was found in his pocket, and an elegant sword was clasped in his cold bloody hand, which had an A. and B. engraved on the hilt. The sword had entered at his breast, and gone out at his back, a little below the left shoulder. He had likewise received a slight wound on the sword arm.
The body was carried to the dead-room, where it lay for eight days; and though great numbers inspected it, yet none knew who or whence the deceased was; and he was at length buried among the strangers in the Grayfriars' churchyard.
Sixteen years elapsed before M‘Millan once mentioned the circumstance of his having seen the duel, to any person; but, at that period, being at Annandale receiving some sheep, that he had bought, and chancing to hear of the astonishing circumstances of Bell's disappearance, he divulged the whole.—The time, the description of his person, bis clothes, and, above all, the sword with the initials of his name engraven on it, confirmed the fact beyond the smallest shadow of doubt, that it was Mr. Bell whom he had seen killed in the duel behind the Abbey. But who the person was that slew him, how the quarrel commenced, or who it was that appeared to his housekeeper, remains to this day a profound secret, and is likely to remain so, until that day when every deed of darkness shall be brought to light.
Some have even ventured to blame M‘Millan for the whole, on account of his long concealment of facts; and likewise in consideration of his uncommon bodily strength, and daring disposition, he being one of the boldest and most enterprising men of the age in which he lived; but all who knew him despised such insinuations, and declared them to be entirely inconsistent with his character, which was most honourable and disinterested ; and besides, his tale has every appearance of truth—“ Pluris est oculatus testis unus quam auriti decem.”
REICHTER AND HIS STAGHOUNDS.
ERNEST, or Albert-I forget which,—a king of Bohemia, was a prodigious lover of hunting, -a very Nimrod, in his way. From Prague, the seat of his court, be used to make great excursions into all parts of the kingdom; diving into those thick dark woods that lie scattered over