Hadst thou wished thy son to imbibe thy peculiar principles, to forget his country and her lights, it had been better perchance hadst thou remembered thou hadst a child--a son.

Had the duty of a father been performed, perchance I had not now forgotten mine as a son! As it is, we stand as strangers and as foes.

Against thee in truth I will not raise my sword; but further, we are severed and forever!" He crossed his arms proudly on his bosom, and returned the dark, scowling glance of his father with a flashing eye, and a mien as firm and nobler than his own.
"It is well, young man; I thank you for my freedom," returned the earl, between his teeth.

"As my son, I might stand between thee and Edward's wrath; as a stranger and my foe, why, whatever his sentence be--the axe and block without doubt--let it work, it will move me little." "Heed not his rash words, in mercy, heed them not!" exclaimed the countess, her voice of agony contrasting strangely with its former proud reserve.

"Neglected, forgotten him as thou hast, yet, Lord of Buchan, he is still thy son.