Behold! the last of all our race
Is forced to fly his natal place!—
He bears the vengeful, fatal knife,
Deep stain'd by bloody feudal strife!
Fuimus non sumus!
"Know then, may it please your Graces, that when I was introduced by the duke to Sir David Bruce, I recognised him at once to be——"
"Colonel Davidson!!" vociferated the duke in a tremendous voice, without waiting for the chaplain to finish.
"Yes, my lord," replied the chaplain, "another, and yet the same."