ABSTRACT
A VAGUE suspicion of the Regent and his council, and a panic-struck pusillanimity which shrunk from supporting that Wallace whom the abthanes chose to abandon, carried the spirit of slavery from the platform before the council-tent, to the chieftains who thronged the ranks of Ruthven, even to the perversion of some few who had followed the golden-haired standard of Bothwell. The brave troops of Lanark (which the desperate battle of Dalkeith had reduced to not more than sixty men,) alone remained unmoved.
