in thinking of the day when you looked down from
Stirling Castle on the field of Bannockburn."

CHAPTER XI.

LOCH LEVEN.

"And where are we going next, uncle George?" said Rollo, as they were
all coming home to the hotel, from their last walk up to the castle.

"I am going to Kinross," said Mr. George.

"What is there at Kinross?" asked Rollo.

"There is a lake," said Mr. George, "and in the lake is an island, and
on the island are the ruins of an old castle, and in the castle Mary,
Queen of Scots, was imprisoned."

"Yes," said Waldron, "I have heard of Mary, Queen of Scots, but I do not
know much about her."

Waldron, it must be confessed, was not much of a scholar. He had read
very little, either of history or of any thing else.

"What was she remarkable for?" he asked.

"In the first place," said Mr. George, "she was very beautiful, and she
was also very lovely."

"That is the same thing; is it not?" said Rollo.

"No, not by any means," said Mr. George. "There are many beautiful
girls that are not lovely, and there are many lovely girls that are not
particularly beautiful."

"You mean lovely in character, I suppose," said Rollo.

"No," said Mr. George, "I mean lovely in looks. There is a great
difference, I think, between loveliness and beauty, in _looks_."

"I think so, too," said Waldron.

"Now, Mary, Queen of Scots," continued Mr. George, "was beautiful, and
she was also very lovely; and while she lived she charmed and fascinated
almost every body who knew her.

"Then, besides," continued Mr. George, "her life was an exceedingly
romantic one. She met with an extraordinary number of most remarkable
adventures. She was sent to France, when she was a little child, to be
educated. There were four little girls of her own age sent with her, to
be her playmates there, and they were all named Mary. She called them
her four Marys.

"She grew up to be a young lady in France, and married the king's son,
and she lived there for a time in great prosperity and splendor. At last
her husband died, and her enemies came into power in France, and she
became unhappy. Besides, there were some difficulties and troubles in
Scotland, and she was obliged to return to her native land. She was,
however, very unhappy about it. She loved France very much, and the
friends that she had made there, and when she came away she said that
she had left half her heart behind.

"When we go to Edinburgh," continued Mr. G