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.

THE ANTIQUARY. 255
Iiad ye na better try to get back part o' your hundred pounds wi' the sale
o' the materials?" he continued, with a tone of affected condolence.
"Not a farthing," said the Antiquary, peevishly, taking a turn from him,
and making a step or two away. Then returning, half-smiling at his own
pettishness, he said, "Get thee into the house, Edie, and remember my
counsel: never speak to me about a mine, nor to my nephew Hector about
a phoca, that is a sealgh, as you call it."
" I maun be ganging my ways back to Fairport," said the wanderer; " I
want to see what they're saying there about the invasion; - but I'll mind
what your honour says, no to speak to you about a sealgh, or to the Captain
about the hundred pounds that you gied to Douster"" Confound thee!- I desired thee not to mention that to me."
"Dear me!" said Edie, with affected surprise; "weel, I thought there
was naething but what your honour could hae studden in the way o' agreeable conversation, unless it was about the Prsetorian yonder, or the bodle
that the packman sauld to ye for an auld coin."
"Pshaw! pshaw!" said the Antiquary, turning from him hastily, and
retreating into the house.
The mendicant looked after him a moment, and with a chuckling laugh,
such as that with which a magpie or parrot applauds a successful exploit
of mischief, he resumed once more the road to Fairport. His habits had
given him a sort of restlessness, much increased by the pleasure he took in
gathering news; and in a short time he had regained the town which he
left in the morning, for no reason that he knew himself, unless just to "hae
a bit crack wi' Monkbarns."
Red glared the beacon on Pownell,
On Skiddaw there were three;
The bugle horn on moor and fell
Was heard continually.
JAMES IHOGG.
Tir watch who kept his watch on the hill, and looked towards Birnam,
probably conceived himself dreaming when he first beheld the fated grove
put itself into motion for its march to Dunsinane. Even so old Caxon, as,
perched in his hut, he qualified his thoughts upon the approaching marriage of his daughter, and the dignity of being father-in-law to Lieutenant
Taffril, with an occasional peep towards the signal-post with which his own
corresponded, was not a little surprised by observing a light in that direction.
He rubbed his eyes, looked again, adjusting his observation by a cross-stwf'
which had been placed so as to bear upon the point. And behold, the light
increased, like a comet to the eye of the astronomer, "with fear of change
perplexing nations."
"The Lord preserve us!" said Caxon, "what's to be done now? But
there will be wiser heads than mine to look to that, sae I'se e'en fire the
beacon."
And he lighted the beacon accordingly, which threw up to the sky a long
wavering train of light, startling the sea-fowl from their nests, and reflected
far beneath by the reddening billows of the sea. The brother warders of
Caxon being equally diligent, caught and repeated his signal. The lights