f Torloisk lie as conveniently for
you as those of Ulva, and that, if you are to make a settlement by
force, it is much better it should be at the expense of the old churl,
who never showed you kindness or countenance, than at that of a friend
like me, who always loved and honoured you."

Allan-a-Sop was struck with the justice of this reasoning; and the old
offence of his scalded fingers was suddenly recalled to his mind. "It
is very true what you say, MacKinnon," he replied, "and, besides, I
have not forgotten what a hot breakfast my father-in-law treated me to
one morning. Farewell for the present; you shall soon hear news of me
from the other side of the Sound." Having said thus much, the pirate
got on board, and commanding his men to unmoor the galleys, sailed
back to Torloisk, and prepared to land in arms. His father-in-law
hastened to meet him, in expectation to hear of the death of his
enemy, MacKinnon. But Allan greeted him in a very different manner
from what he expected. "You hoary old traitor," he said, "you
instigated my simple good-nature to murder a better man than yourself.
But have you forgotten how you scorched my fingers twenty years
ago, with a burning cake? The day is come that that breakfast must
be paid for." So saying, he dashed out his father-in-law's brains
with a battle-axe, took possession of his castle and property,
and established there a distinguished branch of the clan of
MacLean.--_Tales of a Grandfather--Second Series._

* * * * *

ADVANTAGES OF A GOOD HEART,

_A Fragment from the "Disowned," by the author of "Pelham."_

"The next day, Sir Christopher Findlater called on Clarence. 'Let us
lounge into the park,' said he. 'With pleasure,' replied Clarence;
and into the park they lounged. By the way they met a crowd, who
were hurrying a man to prison. The good-hearted Sir Christopher
stopped--'Who is that poor fellow?' said he. 'It is the
celebrated'--(in England all criminals are celebrated. Thurtell was
a hero, Thistlewood a patriot, and Fauntleroy was discovered to be
exactly like Bonaparte)--'it is the celebrated robber, John Jefferies,
who broke into Mrs. Wilson's house, and cut the throats of herself and
her husband, wounded the maid-servant, and split the child's skull
with the poker.' * * * 'John Jefferies!' exclaimed the baronet, 'let
us come away.' 'Linden,' continued Sir Christopher, 'that fellow was
my servant once. He robbed me to som