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.

TIHE ANTIQUARY. 261
"And you brooded over these melancholy ideas until you were ill,
instead of coming to me for advice, and telling me the whole story?" said
Oldbuck.
"Exactly; then came my quarrel with Captain M'Intyre, and my compelled departure from Fairport and its vicinity."
"From love and from poetry - Miss Wardour and the Caledoniad?"
" Most true."
" And since that time you have been occupied, I suppose, with plans for
Sir Arthur's relief?"
"Yes, sir; with the assistance of Captain Wardour at Edinburgh."
"And Edie Ochiltree here -you see I know the whole story. But how
came you by the treasure?"
"It was a quantity of plate which had belonged to my uncle, and was
left in the custody of a person at Fairport. Some time before his death he
had sent orders that it should be melted down. He perhaps did not wish
me to see the Glenallan arms upon it."
"' Well, Major Neville - or let me say, Lovel, being the name in which I
rather delight -you must, I believe, exchange both of your alias's for the
style and title of the Honourable William Geraldin, commonly called Lord
Geraldin."
The Antiquary then went through the strange and melancholy circumstances concerning his mother's death.
" I have no doubt," he said, " that your uncle wished the report to be believed, that the child of this unhappy marriage was no more- perhaps he
might himself have an eye to the inheritance of his brother -he was then
a gay wild young man - But of all intentions against your person, however much the evil conscience of Elspeth might lead her to suspect him
from the agitation in whibh he appeared, Teresa's story and your own fully
acquit him. And now, my dear sir, let me have the pleasure of introducing
a son to a father."
We will not attempt to describe such a meeting. The proofs on all sides
were found to be complete, for Mr. Neville had left a distinct account of the
whole transaction with his confidential steward in a sealed packet, which
was not to be opened until the death of the old Countess; his motive for
preserving secrecy so long appearing to have been an apprehension of the
effect which the discovery, fraught with so much disgrace, must necessarily
produce upon her haughty and violent temper.
In the evening of that day, the yeomanry and volunteers of Glenallan
drank prosperity to their young master. In a month afterwards Lord
Geraldin was married to Miss Wardour, the Antiquary making the lady a
present of the wedding ring -a massy circle of antique chasing, bearing
the motto of Aldobrand Oldenbuck, Kunst macht gunst.
Old Edie, the most important man that ever wore a blue-gown, bowls
away easily from one friend's house to another, and boasts that he never
travels unless on a sunny day. Latterly, indeed, he has given some symptoms of becoming stationary, being frequently found in the corner of a
snug cottage between Monkbarns and Knockwinnock, to which Caxon retreated upon his daughter's marriage, in order to be in the neighbourhood
of the three parochial wigs, which he continues to keep in repair though
only for amusement. Edie has been heard to say, "This is a gey bein
place, and it's a comfort to hae sic a corner to sit in in a bad day." It is
thought, as he grows stiffer in the joints, he will finally settle there.
The bounty of such wealthy patrons as Lord and Lady Geraldin flowed
copiously upon Mrs. Hadoway and upon the Mucklebackits. By the former
it was well employed, by the latter wasted. They continue, however, to
receive it, but under the administration of Edie Ochiltree; and they do not
accept it without grumbling at the channel through which it is conveyed.
Hector is rising rapidly in the army, and has been more than once men