NARRATIVE OF ALAN FAIRFORD, CONTINUED On the next morning, when Fairford awoke, after no very refreshing slumbers, in which were mingled many wild dreams of his father and of Darsie Latimer,--of the damsel in the green mantle and the vestals of Fairladies,--of drinking small beer with Nanty Ewart and being immersed in the Solway with the JUMPING JENNY,--he found himself in no condition to dispute the order of Mr. Ambrose, that he should keep his bed, from which, indeed, he could not have raised himself without assistance. He became sensible that his anxiety, and his constant efforts for some days past, had been too much for his health, and that, whatever might be his impatience, he could not proceed in his undertaking until his strength was re-established. In the meanwhile, no better qua

