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

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nary hands; she exclaimed in expressions of dread,
gladness and sorrow,' Oh bless me, my son, can I
believe mine eyes? is it possible that you have passed
the danger? sure Providence is more than kind in the
last extremity of fortune." And as he informed her
of his dangerous situation she wept and often said in
sighs and tears, " Alas my son, ere you leave off
your pranks thine enemies will fang thee." " Mither,"
answered young Wallace, " I would rather see them
hanged upon a tree, methinks we should withstand
these Southeron oppressors, that possess our land."
His aged uncle soon received the doleful news of
Selbie's death and of Wallace's peril; was filled with
grief, and dreaded the consequence of such a rash act
to the adventurous youth. Meantime the English
held a court of Justice at Dundee and prepared to
avenge the death of their squire Selbie on the heads of
the Scots, and Wallace could sojourn no longer at
Kilspindie with his uncle, in the Carse of Gowrie. His
mother clothed herself in the garments of a pilgrim,
and disguised her son, and departed in great haste to
their relations in Dunipace, in Sterlingshire, where a
great Parson of an opulent estate, a devout man,
named Richard Wallace, his paternal Uncle, who entertained them with every kind of hospitality and con
versation, about the great tribulations of the land,
intreating them to remain with him, till God should
send better days. But brave Wallace replied in the
ardour of his soul, "I hasten to the west, our kind
kindred are massacred there; were I at home I would
be avenged on the English for the blood of my relations." The grave old Parson sighed in goodness,
saying, "I doubt that it will be long e'e-r that time
come; " come weal, come woe," answered Wallace.