I have had a correspondence on this subject with a very zealous friend of yours, your Scottish parson, Morton; his first letter was addressed to Sir Everard; but I relieved the good Baronet of the trouble of answering it.

You must know, that your freebooting acquaintance; Donald of the Cave, has at length fallen into the hands of the Philistines.

He was driving off the cattle of a certain proprietor, called Killan--something or other--' 'Killancureit ?' 'The same.

Now, the gentleman being, it seems, a great farmer, and having a special value for his breed of cattle--being, moreover, rather of a timid disposition, had got a party of soldiers to protect his property.

So Donald ran his head unawares into the lion's mouth, and was defeated and made prisoner.