Bothwell; or, The Days of Mary Queen of Scots, Volume 3 (of 3)

Meanwhile, Hans waited anxiously the arrival of those French galleys, which at times, under the pennon of the Chevalier de Villaignon, made their appearance in the Scottish firt...

Now, after many days of deep meditation in the dark woods of Rosse, and of prayer at the shrine of his sainted mother, for her intercession and support, the young man took the s...

"I have long wished," she faltered, in a low and broken voice, while seating herself on the bench of one of those deeply-recessed windows near them--"I have long wished to see t...

A few yards further down the sunlit street, stood one of those very shavelings against whom he was pouring forth the vials and the vehemence of his wrath. At the Tron beam stood...

"Hah! this is not the bearing of a Scottish boatswain," said old Christian Alborg, stepping back a pace at the menacing aspect of his prisoner; "and now, I bethink me that such...

Then Musselburgh, the chapel of Loretto, with its demolished tombs and desecrated shrines, old Pinkiecleugh, with its woods and tower, where Abbot Durie dwelt, were left behind,...

"Nay, Earl or Duke, for I know not which thou art--men style thee both--though but a simple gentleman of Norway, a captain of crossbowmen, with a rixmark in the day, I would not...

"If we are not too late," said the first, as they approached; "perhaps this act of mercy may be an atonement--yea, in somewise a small atonement--ha! heardst thou that cry?"

"Mary, star of heaven, and mother of God," prayed the poor queen, kissing the lily, as they descended the gloomy stone staircase of the Albany Tower; "intercede for me, that I m...

Konrad had been dreaming of his home, and these voices came to his slumbering ear in old familiar tones. He had heard the hearty greeting of old Sir Erick Rosenkrantz, and the m...

And in all that long and weary time he had been a fettered felon within the iron walls of Malmoe. Pining hopelessly in a captivity the most crushing to a heart so fierce and pro...

A great fire blazed in the yawning hall chimney of the _Red Lion_, throwing its ruddy glow on the red ashler walls, which the host endeavoured to decorate by various pieces of t...

I. The-Kirk-Of-Field II. The Midnight Mass III. Guilt Levels All IV. The Prebend of St. Giles V. The Papists' Pillar VI. Remorse VII. The Rescue VIII. The Challenge IX. Ainslie'...

Again and again the mass-bell rang, and lower bent every head before that humble altar, on which all present deemed (for such is the force of faith) that the invoked Spirit of G...

"The Archearis of our Soverane Ladyis Gaird," seem to have numbered only seventy-five on their muster roll, in the books of the Comptroller and Collector of the Thirds of Benefi...