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A HIGHLAND PARISH.
I will not follow their adventures further, be¬
yond stating that they removed to Glasgow ; that
Donald died, and was buried thirty years ago in
the old churchyard of “ the parish; ” that the
daughter was married, but not happily; that Mary
fought a noble, self-denying battle to support her¬
self by her industry, and her army savings, the
capital of which she has preserved until now.
When nearly eighty years of age, she went
on a pilgrimage to visit Donald’s grave. “ Do
you repent marrying him, and refusing Duncan
Stewart?” I asked her on her return. “Repent!”
she exclaimed, as her fine old face was lighted up
with sunshine; “ I would do it all again for the
noble fellow! ”
Mary lived in Glasgow, respected by all who
knew Her, and died two or three years ago.