. The grange of St. Giles, the Bass : and the other baronial homes of the Dick-Lauder family. ed it would not prevent hisbrother Archy being sent to Haddington School at Candlemas. The nexttidings from the Grange conveyed to the family at Fountainhall the sad newsof Mistress Setons death, and the vault at Seton Chapel was again opened tolay her outward form beside that of her elder sister. She was sadly missed atSanct Geilie-Grange, but Mr. Andrew Dicks cup of sorrow was not yet full,for in the following year his fathers illness became so serious his life wasdespaired of, and notwithstanding t
. The grange of St. Giles, the Bass : and the other baronial homes of the Dick-Lauder family. ed it would not prevent hisbrother Archy being sent to Haddington School at Candlemas. The nexttidings from the Grange conveyed to the family at Fountainhall the sad newsof Mistress Setons death, and the vault at Seton Chapel was again opened tolay her outward form beside that of her elder sister. She was sadly missed atSanct Geilie-Grange, but Mr. Andrew Dicks cup of sorrow was not yet full,for in the following year his fathers illness became so serious his life wasdespaired of, and notwithstanding the best medical attendance and the mostdutiful nursing from Miss Jean, he succumbed to his complaint, and Sir AndrewLauder was buried beside his spouse. Dame Isobel Dick, whom he had survivedeleven years. Mr. Dick of Grange, being the eldest surviving son, came into the estateand title as Sir Andrew Lauder-Dick, sixth baronet, and from henceforth theLairds of Grange were entirely merged in the Baronets of Fountainhall, andthe arms of Dick quartered with the rampant griffin of the CHAPTER VIII PRINCE CHARLES EDWARD AT THE GRANGE A wee bird cam to oor ha door,He waroled sweet and clearly,And aye the oercome o his sangWas Waes me for Prince Charlie !Oh ! when I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird,The tears cam drappin rarely ;I took my bannet aflf my head,For weel I loed Frince Charlie. Quo I, My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird. Is that a tale ye borrow ; Or is t some words ye ve learnt by rote, Or a lilt o dool and sorrow ? Oh ! no, no, no ! the wee bird sang, I ve flown sin mornin early. But sic a day o wind and rain !— Oh ! wae s me for Prince Charlie ! William Glen.
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