fruitless attempt, in gaining an upper ledge
that overhung his prison-mouth; and, by a path on which a goat would
scarce have found footing, he scrambled to the top. His name was
Johnstone; and the cave is still known as "Johnstone's Cave." Such was
the narrative of my companion.

A little farther on, the undulating bank, into which the cliffs sink,
projects into the sea as a flat green promontory, edged with hills of
indurated sand, and topped by a picturesque ruin, that forms a pleasing
object in the landscape. The ruin is that of a country residence of the
bishops of Orkney during the disturbed and unhappy reign of Scotch
Episcopacy, and bears on a flat tablet of weathered sandstone the
initials of its founder, Bishop George Grahame, and the date of its
erection, 1633. With a green cultivated oasis immediately around it, and
a fine open sound, overlooked by the bold, picturesque cliffs of Hoy, in
front, it must have been, for at least half the year, an agreeable, and,
as its remains testify, a not uncomfortable habitation. But I greatly
fear Scottish clergymen of the Establishment, whether Presbyterian or
Episcopalian, when obnoxious, from their position or their tenets, to
the great bulk of the Scottish people, have not been left, since at
least the Reformation, to enjoy either quiet or happy lives, however
extrinsically favorable the circumstances in which they may have been
placed. Bishop Grahame, only five years after the date of the erection,
was tried before the famous General Assembly of 1638; and, being
convicted of having "all the ordinar faults of a bishop," he was
deposed, and ordered within a limited time "to give tokens of
repentance, under paine of excommunication." "He was a curler on the ice
on the Sabbath day," says Baillie,--"a setter of tacks to his sones and
grandsones, to the prejudice of the Church; he oversaw adulterie;
slighted charming; neglected preaching and doing of anie good; and held
portions of ministers' stipends for building his cathedral." The
concluding portion of his life, after his deposition, was spent in
obscurity; nor did his successor in the bishoprick, subsequent to the
reestablishment of Episcopacy at the Restoration,--Bishop
Honeyman,--close his days more happily. He was struck in the arm by the
bullet which the zealot Mitchell had intended for Archbishop Sharp; and
the shattered bone never healed; "for, though he lived some years
after," says Burnet, "_they_ were forced t