In these cases, his generous hand gave succor where it could
not bring redress. Those whom the lawless plunderer had driven from
their houses or stripped of their covering, found shelter, clothing,
and food at the house of Sir William Wallace.
Ellerslie was the refuge of the friendless, and the comfort of the
unhappy. Wherever Lady Wallace moved-whether looking out from her
window on the accidental passenger, or taking her morning or moonlight
walks through the glen, leaning on the arm of her husband-she had the
rapture of hearing his steps greeted and followed by the blessings of
the poor destitute, and the prayers of them who were ready to perish.
It was then that this happy woman would raise her husband's hands to
her lips, and in silent adoration, thank God for blessing her with a
being made so truly in his own image.
Several months of this blissful and uninterrupted solitude had elapsed,
when Lady Wallace saw a chieftain at her gate. He inquired for its
master-requested a private conference-and retired with him into a
remote room. They remained together for an hour. Wallace then came
forth, and ordering his horse, with four followers, to be in readiness,
said he meant to accompany his guest to Douglas Castle.
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