I have endeavoured to repay a debt due to the comrade of my father, by giving you shelter in your distress, but you will excuse me from engaging myself either in your cause, or in controversy.

I will leave you to repose, and heartily wish it were in my power to render your condition more comfortable." "But I shall see you, I trust, in the morning, ere I depart ?--I am not a man whose bowels yearn after kindred and friends of this world.

When I put my hand to the plough, I entered into a covenant with my worldly affections that I should not look back on the things I left behind me.
Yet the son of mine ancient comrade is to me as mine own, and I cannot behold him without the deep and firm belief, that I shall one day see him gird on his sword in the dear and precious cause for which his father fought and bled." With a promise on Morton's part that he would call the refugee when it was time for him to pursue his journey, they parted for the night.
Morton retired to a few hours' rest; but his imagination, disturbed by the events of the day, did not permit him to enjoy sound repose.

There was a blended vision of horror before him, in which his new friend seemed to be a principal actor.

The fair form of Edith Bellenden also mingled in his dream, weeping, and with dishevelled hair, and appearing to call on him for comfort and assistance, which he had not in his power to render.
He awoke from these unrefreshing slumbers with a feverish impulse, and a heart which foreboded disaster.