CHAPTER VI.

Nae langer she wept,--her tears were a' spent,-- Despair it was come, and she thought it content; She thought it content, but her cheek it grew pale, And she droop'd, like a lily broke down by the hail. _Continuation of Auld Robin Gray_.[14](_d_) The condition of Minna much resembled that of the village heroine in Lady Ann Lindsay's beautiful ballad. Her natural firmness of mind prevented her from sinking under the pressure of the horrible secret, which haunted her while awake, and was yet mo…