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.

602 WAVEtRLEY NOVEDLS.
the disorder. But, alas! betraying Lord Evandale's young blood to his
enemies' sword wad ne'er hae brought my Ninian and Johnie alive again. "
"Lord Evandale!" said Morton, in surprise;-" Was it Lord Evandale
whose life you saved?"
"In troth, even his," she replied. "And kind he was to me after, and
gae me a cow and calf, malt, meal, and siller, and nane durst steer me when
he was in power. But we live on an outside bit of Tillietudlem land, and
the estate was sair plea'd between Leddy Margaret Bellenden and the
present Laird, Basil Olifant, and Lord Evandale -backed the auld leddy for
love o' her daughter Miss Edith, as the country said, ane o' the best and
bonniest lasses in Scotland. But they behuved to gie way, and Basil gat
the Castle and land, and on the back o' that came the Revolution, and wha
to turn coat faster than the laird? for he said he had been a true whig a'
the time, and turned papist only for fashion's sake. And then he gat
favour, and Lord Evandale's head was under water; for he was ower proud
and manfu' to bend to every blast o' wind, though mony'a ane may ken as
weel as me, that be his ain principles as they might, he was nae ill friend
to our folk when he could protect us, and far kinder than Basil Olifant, that
aye keepit the cobble head doun the stream. But he was set by and ill
looked on, and his word ne'er asked; and then Basil, wha's a revengfu'
man, set himsell to vex him in a' shapes, and especially by oppressing and
despoiling the auld blind widow, Bessie Maclure, that saved Lord Evandale's life, and that he was sae kind to. But he's mistaen, if that's his end;
for it will be lang or Lord Evandale hears a word fra me about the selling
my kye for rent or e'er it was due, or the putting the dragoons on me when
the country's quiet, or onything else that will vex him-I can bear my ain
burden patiently, and warld's loss is the least part o't."
Astonished and interested at this picture of patient, grateful, and highminded resignation, Morton could not help bestowing an execration upon
the poor-spirited rascal who had taken such a dastardly course of vengeance.
" Dinna curse him, sir," said the old woman; "I have heard a good man
say, that a curse was like a stone flung up to the heavens, and maist like to
return on the head that sent it. But if ye ken Lord Evandale, bid him look
to himsell, for I hear strange words pass atween the sodgers that are lying
here, and his name is often mentioned; and the tane o' them has been
twice up at Tillietudlem. He's a kind of fa/ourite wi' the Laird, though
he was in former times ane o' the maist cruel oppressors ever fade through
a country (out-taken Sergeant Bothwell)-they ca' him Inglis."*
"I have the deepest interest in Lord Evandale's safety," said Morton;
" and you may depend on my finding some mode to apprize him of these suspicious circumstances:-and, in return, my good friend, will you indulge
me with another question? Do you know anything of Quintin Mackell of
Irongray?"
"Do I know wh7om?" echoed the blind woman, in a tone of great surprise
and alarm.
"Quintin Mackell of Irongray," repeated Morton;-" is there anything
so alarming in the sound of that name?"
"Na, na," answered the woman, with hesitation, " but to hear him asked
* The deeds of a man, or rather a monster, of this name, are recorded upon the tombstone of one of those
martyrs which it was Old MIortality's delight to repair. I do not remember the name of the murdered person,
but the circumstances of the crime were so terrible to my childish imagination, that I am confident the
following copy of the Epitaph will be found nearly correct, although I have not seen the original for forty
years at least.
"This martyre was by Peter Inglis shot,
By birth a tiger rather than a Scot;
Who, that his hellish offspring might be seen,
Cut off his head, then kicked it o'er the green;
Thus was the head which was to wear the croun,
A foot-ball made by a profane dragoon."
In Dundee's Letters, Captain Inglish, or Inglis, is repeatedly mentioned as commanding a troop of horse.