and, in your high and important
office, it is your duty so to find. Englishmen have their angry
passions as well as Scots; and should this man's action remain
unpunished, you may unsheath, under various pretences, a thousand
daggers betwixt the Land's End and the Orkneys."

The venerable judge thus ended what, to judge by his apparent emotion,
and by the tears which filled his eyes, was really a painful task. The
jury, according to his instructions, brought in a verdict of Guilty;
and Robin Oig M'Combich, alias M'Gregor, was sentenced to death, and
left for execution, which took place accordingly. He met his fate with
great firmness, and acknowledged the justice of his sentence. But he
repelled indignantly the observations of those who accused him of
attacking an unarmed man. "I give a life for the life I took," he
said, "and what can I do more?"[1]

[1] See Robert Donn's Poems. Note 14.

MR. DEUCEACE

DIMOND CUT DIMOND

By W. M. THACKERAY

The name of my next master was, if posbil, still more ellygant and
youfonious than that of my fust. I now found myself boddy servant to
the Honrabble Halgernon Percy Deuceace, youngest and fith son of the
Earl of Crabs.

Halgernon was a barrystir--that is, he lived in Pump Court, Temple; a
wulgar naybrood, witch praps my readers don't no. Suffiz to say, it's
on the confines of the citty, and the choasen aboad of the lawyers of
this metrappolish.

When I say that Mr. Deuceace was a barrystir, I don't mean that he went
sesshums or surcoats (as they call 'em), but simply that he kep
chambers, lived in Pump Court, and looked out for a commitionarship, or
a revisinship, or any other place that the Wig guwyment could give him.
His father was a Wig pier (as the landriss told me), and had been a
Toary pier. The fack is, his lordship was so poar, that he would be
anythink, or nothink, to get previsions for his sons, and an inkum for
him self.

I phansy that he aloud Halgernon two hunderd a year; and it would have
been a very comforable maintenants, only he knever paid him.

Owever, the young gnlmn was a gnlmn, and no mistake: he got his
allowents of nothink a year, and spent it in the most honrabble and
fashnabble manner. He kep a kab--he went to Holmax--and Crockfud's--he
moved in the most xquizzit suckles--and trubbld the law boos very
little, I can tell you. Those fashnabble gents have ways of getten
money, witch comman pipple doant understand.

Thoug