will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June,the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out of the door of my father'shouse.

The sun began to shine upon the summit of the hills as I went down the road; and bythe time I had come as far as the manse, the blackbirds were whistling in the garden lilacs,and the mist that hung around the valley in the time of the dawn was beginning to arise anddie away.Mr. Campbell, the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden gate, goodman!

He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked for nothing, he took myhand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm."Well, Davie, lad," said he, "I will go with you as far as the ford, to set you on the way."And we began to walk forward in silence."Are ye sorry to leave Essendean?" said he, after awhile."Why, sir," said I, "if I knew where I was going, or what was likely to become of me, Iwould tell you candidly.

Essendean is a good place indeed, and I have been very happythere; but then I have never been anywhere else.

My father and mother, since they are bothdead, I shall be no nearer to in Essendean than in the Kingdom of Hungary, and, to speaktruth, if I thought I had a chance to better myself where I was going I would go with a goodwill.""Ay?" said Mr. Campbell. "Very well, Davie. Then it behoves me to tell your fortune; or sofar as I may.

When your mother was gone, and your father (the worthy, Christian man)began to sicken for his end, he gave me in charge a certain letter, which he said was yourinheritance. 'So soon,' says he, 'as I am gone, and the house is redd up and the gear disposedof' (all which, Davie, hath been done), 'give my boy this letter into his hand, and start himoff to the house of Shaws, not far from Cramond.

That is the place I came from,' he said, 'andit's where it befits that my boy should return.

He is a steady lad,' your father said, 'and acanny goer; and I doubt not he will come safe, and be well lived where he goes.'""The house of Shaws!" I cried. "What had my poor father to do with the house of Shaws?""Nay," said Mr. Campbell, "who can tell that for a surety? But the name of that family,Davie, boy, is the name you bear-Balfours of Shaws: an ancient, honest, reputable house,peradventure in these latter days decayed.

Your father, too, was a man of learning asbefitted his position; no man more plausibly conducted school; nor had he the manner orthe speech of a common dominie; but (as ye will yourself remember) I took aye a pleasureto have him to the manse to meet the gentry; and those of my own house, Campbell ofKilrennet, Campbell of Dunswire, Campbell of Minch, and others, all well-kennedgentlemen, had pleasure in his society.

Lastly, to put all the elements of this affair beforeyou, here is the testamentary letter itself, superscrived by the own hand of our departedbrother."