The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

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nearest. If I had a gude horse, or could ride him when I had him, I reckon
there wad be help yet. I trusted to hae gotten a cast wi' the Royal Charlotte, but she's coupit yonder, it's like, at Kittlebrig. There was a young
gentleman on the box, and he behuved to drive; and Tam Sang, that suld
hae mair sense, he behuved to let him, and the daft callant couldna tak the
turn at the corner o' the brig; and od! he took the curbstane, and he's
whomled her as I wad whomrle a toom bicker —it was a luck I hadna gotten
on the tap o' her. Sae I came down atween hope and despair, to see if ye
wad send me on."
"And, Edie —where would ye go?" said the younol lady.
"To Tannonburgh, my leddy" (which was the first stage from Fairport,
but a good deal nearer to Knockwinnock), " and that without delay-it's a'
on your ain business."
" Our business, Edie? Alas! I give you all credit for your good meaning;
but"" There's nae buts about it, my leddy, for gang I maun," said the persevering Blue-Gown.
" But what is it that you would do at Tannonburgh? —or how can your
going there benefit my father's affairs?"
" Indeed, my sweet leddy," said the gaberlunzie, "ye maun just trust that
bit secret to auld Edie's grey pow, and ask nae questions about it. Certainly
if I wad hae wared my life for you yon night, I can hae nae reason to play
an ill pliskie t'ye in the day o' your distress."
" Well, Edie, follow me then," said Mliss Wardour, " and I will try to get
you sent to Tannonburgh."
"Mak haste then, my bonny leddy —mak haste, for the love o' goodness!" —and he continued to exhort her to expedition until they reached the
Castle.
(Qqptlt tat'fuThltl-uImA
Let those go see who will-I like it notFor, say he was a slave to rank and pomp,
And all the nothings he is now divorced from
By the hard doom of stern necessity;
Yet it is sad to mark his altered brow,
Where Vanity adjusts her flimsy veil
O'er the deep wrinkles of repentant anguish.
OLD PLAY.
WHiEN Miss Wardour arrived in the court of the Castle, she was apprized
by the first glance, that the visit of the officers of the law had already taken
place. There was confusion, and gloom, and sorrow, and curiosity among
the domestics, while the retainers of the law went from place to place, making
an inventory of the goods and chattels falling under their warrant of distress, or poinding, as it is called in the law of Scotland. Captain M'Intyre
flew to her, as, struck dumb with the melancholy conviction of her father's
ruin, she paused upon the threshold of the gateway.
" Dear Miss Wardour," he said, " do not make yourself uneasy; my uncle
is coming immediately, and I am sure he will find some way to clear the
house of these rascals."
"Alas! Captain M'Intyre, I fear it will be too late."
"No," answered Edie, impatiently-" could I but get to Tannonburgh.
In the name of Heaven, Captain, contrive some way to get me on, and ye'll
do this poor ruined family the best day's doing that has been done them