Being ordered for execution, his conscience was assailed on the one hand by a Catholic priest,--on the other by your friend Morton.

He repulsed the Catholic chiefly on account of the doctrine of extreme unction, which this economical gentleman considered as an excessive waste of oil.

So his conversion from a state of impenitence fell to Mr.Morton's share, who, I dare say, acquitted himself excellently, though, I suppose, Donald made but a queer kind of Christian after all.

He confessed, however, before a magistrate--one Major Melville, who seems to have been a correct, friendly sort of person--his full intrigue with Houghton, explaining particularly how it was carried on, and fully acquitting you of the least accession to it.

He also mentioned his rescuing you from the hands of the volunteer officer, and sending you, by orders of the Pret--Chevalier, I mean as a prisoner to Doune, from whence he understood you were carried prisoner to Edinburgh.