stations, and renewed or repaired with so much care, that they bore no tokens of the violence which had so lately descended upon them.  While these minutiae had been so heedfully attended to, it is scarce necessary to add, that the house itself had been thoroughly repaired, as well as the gardens, with the strictest attention to maintain the original character of both, and to remove, as far as possible, all appearance of the ravage they had sustained.  The Baron gazed in silent wonder; at length he addressed Colonel Talbot: 

’While I acknowledge my obligation to you, sir, for the restoration of the badge of our family, I cannot but marvel that you have nowhere established your own crest, whilk is, I believe, a mastiff, anciently called a talbot; as the poet has it,

A talbot strong—­a sturdy tyke.

At least such a dog is the crest of the martial and renowned Earls of Shrewsbury, to whom your family are probably blood relations.’

‘I believe,’ said the Colonel, smiling, ’our dogs are whelps of the same litter:  for my part, if crests were to dispute precedence, I should be apt to let them, as the proverb says, “fight dog, fight bear."’

As he made this speech, at which the Baron took another long pinch of snuff, they had entered the house—­that is, the Baron, Rose, and Lady Emily, with young Stanley and the Bailie, for Edward and the rest of the party remained on the terrace, to examine a new greenhouse stocked with the finest plants.  The Baron resumed his favourite topic:  ’However it may please you to derogate from the honour of your burgonet, Colonel Talbot, which is doubtless your humour, as I have seen in other gentlemen of birth and honour in your country, I must again repeat it as a most ancient and distinguished bearing, as well as that of my young friend Francis Stanley, which is the eagle and child.’

‘The bird and bantling they call it in Derbyshire, sir,’ said Stanley.

‘Ye’re a daft callant, sir,’ said the Baron, who had a great liking to this young man, perhaps because he sometimes teased him—­’Ye’re a daft callant, and I must correct you some of these days,’ shaking his great brown fist at him.  ’But what I meant to say, Colonel Talbot, is, that yours is an ancient PROSAPIA, or descent, and since you have lawfully and justly acquired the estate for you and yours, which I have lost for me and mine, I wish it may remain in your name as many centuries as it has done in that of the late proprietor’s.’

‘That,’ answered the Colonel, ’is very handsome, Mr. Bradwardine, indeed.’

’And yet, sir, I cannot but marvel that you, Colonel, whom I noted to have so much of the amor PATRIAE, when we met in Edinburgh, as even to vilipend other countries, should have chosen to establish your Lares, or household gods, PROCUL A PATRIEA FINIBUS, and in a manner to expatriate yourself.’