But thou art too young, my brother," added he, interrupting himself, "to understand all his feelings, all the seeming contradictions, of my contending heart." "Not so," answered Edwin, with a modest blush; "what was Lady Marion's, you now devote to Scotland.

The blaze of those affections which were hers, would consume your being, did you not pour it forth on your country.

Were you not a patriot, grief would prey upon your life." "You have read me, Edwin," replied Wallace; "and that you may never love to idolatry, learn this also.

Though Scotland lay in ruins, I was happy; I felt no captivity while in Marion's arms; even oppression was forgotten when she made the sufferer's tears cease to flow.

She absorbed my thoughts, my wishes, my life!-and she was wrested from me, that I might feel myself a slave, that the iron might enter into my soul, with which I was to pull down tyranny, and free my country.