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.

50 ~ S?WAVER<LEYS NOVELS'.
was the best -craigsman that ever speel'd hough (mair by token, he 7wraikei
his neck upon the Dunbuy of Slaines), wadlna hae -ventured upon th(e
Halket-head craigs after sun-down - It's God's grace, and a great wonder
besides, that ye are not in the middle o' that roaring sea wi' what ye han
clone already - I didna think there was the man left alive would hae come
down the craigs as ye did. I question axn I coul~d hae done it rmysell, at,
this hour and in this -weather, in the youngest and yaldest. of my strength-.
But to venture up again-it's a mere and a clear tem.ti:n -r o' Providence."'
"'I have no fear,"' answered Lovel; " marked all the stations perfectly
as I came down, and there is still light enough left to see tlhem quite well —
am sure I can do it with perfect sc-fJety. Stay here, mny good fr'iend, by Sit
Arthur and the young lacy.'."
"Doil be in my feet, then,"' answered the bedesman, stuscrdi'ly; " if ye
gang, I'll gang too; for between the twa o' us, we'll hae mair thoan wark
enough to get to the tap o' the heugh."
"hNo, no - stay you here and attend to Miss Wardour - you see Sir
Arthur is quite exhausted."
"Stay yoursell then, and'll gae," said the old man;-'"let death spare
tLe green corn and take the ripe."
"Stay both of you, I charge you," said Isabella, fatintly;' amn well, and
can spend the night very well here -I feel quite refreshed." So saying,
her voice failed her -she sank down, and would have fallen from the crag,
had she not been supported by Leovel and Ochiltraee,. who placed her in a
posture half sitting, half reclining, beside her father, who,. exhausted by
fatigue of body and mind so extreme and unusual, had already sat down
on a stone in a sort of stupoi'.
"' It is impossible to leave them," said Lovel- "' What is to be done?Hark! hark 1- did I not hear a halloo?"
"The skreigh of a Tamnnrie Norie," answered Ochiltree - "I ken the
skirl wool."
" No, by Heaven t" replied Leovel, " it waVs a hluman voice."
A distant hail was repeated, the sound plainly distinguishable among the
various elemental noises, and the clang of the sea-mews by which they were
surrounded. The nendicant and lovel exerted their voices in a loud halloo,
the former waving 1M5iss Wardour's handkerchief on the end of his staff to
make them conspicuous from above. Though the shouts were repeated, it
was some time before they were in exact response to their own, leCaving the
unfortunate suff6rers uncertain whether, in the darkening twrilight andc
increasing storm, they had made the persons who apparently were traversing
the verge of the precipice to bringe them assistance, sensible of the place i n
which they had found refuge. At length their halloo was regularly andc
distinctly answered, and their courage confirmed, by the assurance tha3
they were within hearing, if not within reach, of friendly assistance,:
There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
Looks fearfully on the confined deep;
Bring me but to the very brimr of it,
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear.
KING LEAl.
THE shout of human voices from above was soon augmented, and the
gleam of torches mingled with those lights of evening which still remained
amidst the darkness of the storm. Some attempt was made to hold corn