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THE CELTIC MONTHLY.
raent, officiated for some time as a Professor at
Delhi, and married a daughter of General Cherry
of the Madras Cavalry. He died suddenly at
Indore in 1881, Principal of the Rajkumar
College. Though only thirty-two at the time of
his d<ath, his writings have made him widely
known.
Aft. r his return home, the Chieftain visited
his relations in the North, and spent some
months in journeys through the British Islands,
giving special attention to "the Land of the
Mackays," the ruins of Achness. in Strathnaver,
and the burial-place of the Abrach Chieftains.
Since 1876 he has been almost constantly at
work as a clergyman : for nearly three years
in England, ten years in Paris, two years in
America, and occasionally, as opportunity has
offered, in Scotland. The degree of D.D., un-
solicited, was conferred upon him when Senior
British Chaplain of Paris in 18S1, by his Aim i
Mater, the University | of Aberdeen. Mrs.
Aberigh-Mackay died in London in 1887. She
was the only daughter of Robert and Mary
Livingston, of the New Hampshire branch of
the Livingstons, supposed to have been descend-
ed from a younger son of the 5th Earl. After
her death, Dr. Aberigh-Mackay was persuaded
to go on an honorary mission to the American
House of Bishops, on behalf of the struggling
" Old Catholics " of Paris. The Bishops, assem
bled in Philadelphia, honoured him with a
cordial reception, and appointed three of their
number "to render to Dr. Aberigh-Mackay such
advice and assistance as may best further his
purpose in coming to America." His experiences
in the States and Canada, during two years in
which he moved about from New York to
Vancouver Island, San Francisco, New Orleans,
and the Mexician Gulf, and back through
Tennessee and Virginia to New York and
Mont real, preaching and lecturing, are condensed
in his " Report to the House of Bishops," in
October, 1889. Before the Bishops had time to
take in all the bearings of this exhaustive
"Report" (which is now on our table) the
writer of it was back in Paris. February found
him at Cannes and Nice, preaching as usual.
Then, after a tour through Italy and Sicily, he
closed the year with his ten grand-children and
their mothers in Bedford, and with his relations
in Edinburgh.
In A.pril, 1891, the reverend Doctor married
his cousin Miss Trotter, al Bridge of Allan,
where he has since made his home, enjoying
the otium cum dignitate, to which, in his 73rd
year, his friends consider him to be fairly
• lit II led,
John Matrv,
A WRONG RIGHTED:
A Story of the Black Rock.
By Hannah B. Mackenzie.
Chapter II. — Continued.
^y^f* ■ T first Mairi made no answer ; but as the
f&& angry old man persisted, she thought
Ifci'SlL concealment would render him angrier
than the truth, and answered, with a blush, but
steadily —
•• With no wastrel, uncle. I was with Ronald
Roy, whom I have promised to marry."
" With whom?" almost shrieked the old man.
" Ronald Roy."
An awful expression crossed Babnayne's face.
He rose, in spite of the gout which kept him
chained to his couch, and stood regarding Mairi
with a look which made her tremble.
"If ye dare to meet Ronald Roy, speak to
him, look at him again, I denounce and curse
ye, and cast ye out of my house, and leave not
a penny of my money to ye ! Do you hear,
lassie ( Swear to me ye'll never see him again."
"I cannot do that. I will not do it." said the
girl, firmly. Brought to bay, she could be as
brave as ever a Stuart or an Adam of them all ;
nay, she could fight like a young lioness for her
rights. "I have given my troth to Ronald,
and nought on earth will make me break it ; no,
not if you should throw me from the Black
Rock, uncle."
With a terrible oath. Balmayne raised his
hand upwards, as if to strike, then letting it
fall, he said, in a hoarse, hollow voice —
" Very well, do as ye list. I'll send for
Farquhar Ross, from Dingwall, and he'll be here
to-morrow, and change my will ; ne'er a penny
will ye get. And to-morrow's morn ye'll leave
Balmayne forever."
"For your money," answered Mairi, boldly,
"I want none of it, uncle, You may drive me
from Balmayne, but God above will provide for
the orphan; He will not suffer me to want. I
shall go when you cast me out, but not till then,
uncle."
She walked from the room with unfaltering
step. As she ascended the staircase, the evil
face of Angus Macdongall peered out from
behind a door, and he muttered to himself,
"Fool! ye've pitten yersel' in my pooer this
day! The black angels themselves are lighting
for me."
Mairi hid gone from Hahiiavne, and no one
know whither. The cruel hearted old man who
bad driven from her only shelter the orphan child
of his dead sister, made no enquiry ; whether