No collection of tales published in serial form ever enjoyed so great a popularity and the secret of their success lies in the fact that they are stories in the truest sense of the word, illustrating in a graphic and natural style the manners and customs, trials and sorrows, sins and backslidings, of the men and women of whom they treat. The heroes and heroines of these admirable stories belong to every rank of life, from the king and noble to the humble peasant.
fore, I say, gae tell your maister, that, if he is determined that we are to die--though I have no ambition to cut my breath before my time--that I think, as a gentleman, it is his duty to see that we die the death o' gentlemen.
"Silence, Simon," cried the young laird; "let Murray hang us in his bedchamber if he will. No matter what manner o' death we die, provided only that we die like men. Let him hang us if he dare, and the disgrace be his that is coward enough so to make an end of his enemy.
"O sir," said Simon, "but that is poor comfort to a man that has to leave a small family behind him.
"Simon! are you afraid to die?" cried the captive laird, in a tone of rebuke.
"No, your honour," said Simon--"that is, I am no more afraid to die than other men are, or ought to be--but only ye'll observe, sir, that I have no ambition--not, as I may say, to draw my last breath upon a wuddy, but to have it very unnaturally stopped. Begging your pardon, but you are a young man, while I have a