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.

556 WAyVE LE NTVELS.
Sound, sound the caricn, fill the fife d:
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age vwithout a name.
WHIEN the desperate affray had ceased, Claverhouse commanded hil
soldiers to remove the dead bodies, to refresh themselves and their horses,
and prepare for passing the night at the farmn-house, and for marching early
in the ensuing morning. Ie then turned his attention to Morton, and
there was polileness, and even kindness, in the manner in which he ad-.
dressed him.
"You would have saved yourself risk fromn both sides, Mr. Morton, if you
had honoured my counsel yesterday morning with some attention-But 1
respect your motives. You are' a prisoner-of-war at the disposal of the King
and Council, but you shall be treated with no incivility; and I will be satisfied with your parole that you will not attempt an escape."
When Morton had passed his word to that effeet, Claverhouse bowed
civilly, and, turning away from him, called for his sergeant-major. —"How
many prisoners, Halliday, and how many killed?"
"' Three killed in the house, sir, two cut down in the court,. and one in the
garden-six in all; four prisoners."
" Armed or unarmed?" said Claverhouse.
"Three of them armed to the teeth," answered IHalliday; " one without
arms-he seems to be a preacher."
" Ay-tho trumpeter to the long-eared rout, I suppose," replied Claverhouse, glancing slightly round upon his victims; "I will talk with him tomorrow. Take the other three down to the yard, draw out two files, and
fire upon them; and, d'ye hear, mnake a memorandume in the orderly book
of three rebels taken in arms anld shot, with thbe date and name of the place
-)Drumshinnel, I think, they call it. —Look after the preacher till tomorrow: as he was not armed, he must undergo a short examination. Or
better, perhaps, take him before the Privy Council; I think they should relieve me of a share of this disgusting drudgery.-Let Mr. Morton be civilly
used, and see that the men look well after their horses; and let imy groom
wash Wildblood's shoulder with some vinegar-the saddle has touched him
a little."
All these various orders,-for life and death, the securing of his prisoners.,
and the washing of his charger's shoulder, - were given in the same unmoved and equable voice, of which no accent or tone intimated that the
speaker considered one direction as of more importance than another.
The Cameronians, so lately about to be the willing agents of a bloody
execution, were now themselves to undergo it. They seemed prepared
alike for either extremity, nor did any of them show the least sign of fear,
when ordered to leave the room for the purpose of meeting instant death.
Their severe enthusiasm sustained them in that dreadful moment, and they
departed with a firm look and in silence, excepting that one of them, as he
left the apartment, looked Claverhouse full in the. face, and pronlounced,
with a stern and steady voice, —"Mischief shall haunt the violent man!" to
which Grahame only answered by a smile of contempt.
They had no sooner left the room than Claverhouse applied himself to
some food, which one or two of his party had hastily provided, and invited
Morton to follow his example, observing, it had been a'busy day for them