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

SIR WILLIAM WALLACE. 49
Wallace had to wander alone, bewildered in his
thoughts and overwhelmed with grief and black ideas
revolving in his mind, all the gloomy night. On the
return of day Butler awoke, and proceeded to the
plains, and there saw poor Wallace laying, sighing
and moaning for his companions, demanded his buisness there, with contracted brow, and spurred his
fiery horse. Wallace, unmoved, sustained the mighty
shock of the furious warrior, and aimed a fatal blow,
and cut his enemy to the ground; then he instantly
seized and mounted his horse, and scampered along
the plains, to evade unequal combat.
A soldier saw his leader fall, and launched his
whistling spear at the flying chief, but missed his mark.
Yet the enemy intercepted his flight and surrounded
the unfortunate chief. Brave Wallace stood, collected all his soul, saw them raging and panting for his
iblood, drew his dreadful claymore, dealt fate around,
aswept his bloody way, stretched three warriors dead,.and left their chieftain dying on the ground. But the
enemy poured in upon him, successive troops, condensed into a crowd, and bend all their united forse
to bear the chieftain down. The invincible Wallace
retires, intrepid and serene, and Parthian like, wounding as he retreated, unsouling twenty of his foes
as he withdrew, to adorn the scene of war.
Our glorious warrior, now weak and faint, pursued
his gloomy way in dreary wilds, through fens, bogs,
and bushes, towards the Forth. But alas! his weary
steed sunk to the ground and died upon the plain, and
Wallace was compelled to walk on foot without one
glimpse of day. He stood on the gloomy banks of
the surging flood alone, loosed his massy, armour,
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