The life of Sir William Wallace, the governor general of Scotland, and hero of the Scottish chiefs. By Peter Donaldson.

SIR WILLIAM WALLACE. 63
pressors of Scotland, and then our toils will soon be
over in glorious victory. Around our heads, guardian angels stand to guide the javelins in our hands,
and to direct our claymores to Edward's heart. Let
glorious liberty inspire our souls; let iniuries steel
our hearts; and let cruel Edward's tent be our mark
in this impending combat."
As thus he spoke,.the love of glory fired every
heart, and the love of liberty armed every soul, and
quick as lightning the Scots leglon descended the
brow of the hill to attack their foes marshalled on the
plain. The enemies saw them descend in torrents,
rushing in massy steel to meet them, in closest ranks,
and were surprised at the swiftness of the descending war.
The Scots received the first onset of their numerous enemies in the form of a circle, which seemed as
impenetrable as a wall of iron, and then urged their
way towards the monarch's tenft. There was the
dreadful conflict of warriors, there a thousand lay
bleeding on the plain; swords, shields, claymores
and spears, lay mingled in confusion, and the field
was reaped by the Scots on that awful day. The
orby shield of Wallace was distinguished from a dis
tance to tempest the field, and floated in the midst ot
the throng. Imperious death attended his claymore,
and certain doom was designed for the usurper. But
fierce Kent employed his dreadful spear in another
part of the contest, and destroyed as many of the
Scots. On his bounding courser he bore away his
lord over heaps of dead, and the little band of Scots
could scarcely withstand the mighty sweep of the
hand of that invader.