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.

62 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
And in. another canton was the following similar legend:And many an hart, and many an hind,
Was both before me and behind.
Of fawns, sownders, bucks, and does,
Was full the wood. and many roes,
And many squirrells that ysate
1-igh on the trees, and nuts ate.
The bed was of a dark and faded green, wrought to correspond with the
tapestry, but by a more modern and less skilful hand. The large and heavy
staff-bottomed chairs, with black ebony backs, were embroidered after the
same pattern, and a lofty mirror, over the antique chimney-piece, corresponded in its mounting with that on the old-fashioned toilet.
"I have heard," muttered Lovel, as he took a cursory view of the room
and its furniture, "that ghosts often chose the best room in the mansion
to which they attached themselves; and I cannot disapprove of the taste
of the disembodied printer of the Augsburg Confession." But he found
it so difficult to fix his mind upon the stories which had been told him
of an apartment with which they seemed so singularly to correspond,
that he almost regretted the absence of those agitated feelings, half fear
half curiosity, whlich sympathize with the old legends of awe and wonder,
from which the anxious reality of his own hopeless passion at present
detached him. For he now only felt emotions like those expressed in the
lines,Ah cruel maid, how hast thou changed
The temper of my mind!
Myv heart by thee from all estranged,
Becomes like thee unkind.
He endeavoured to conjure up something like the feelings which would,
at another time, have been congenial to his situation, but his heart ald no
room for these vagaries of imagination. The recollection of Miss Wardour,
determined not to acknowledge him when compelled to endure his society,
and evincing her purpose to escape from it, would have alone occupied
his imagination exclusively. But with this were united recollections more
agitating if less painful, - her hair-breadth escape - the fortunate assistance which he had been able to render her -Yet what was his requital?
She left the cliff while his' fate was yet doubtful -while it was uncertain
whether her preserver had not lost the life which he had exposed for her so
freely. Surely gratitude, at least, called for some little interest in his fateBut no - she could not be selfish or unjust- it was no part of her nature.
She only desired to shut the door against hope, and, even in compassion to
him, to extinguish a passion which she could never return.
But this lover-like mode of reasoning was not likely to reconcile him to
his fate, since the more amiable his imagination presented AIiss Wardour,
the more inconsolable he felt he should be rendered by the extinction of his
hopes. He was, indeed, conscious of possessing the power of removing her
prejudices on some points; but, even in extremity, he determined to keep
the original determinatibn which he had formed, of ascertaining that she
desired an explanation, ore he intruded upon her. And, turn the matter
as he would, he could not regard his suit as desperate. There was something of embarrassment as well as of grave surprise in her look when Oldbuck presented him - and, perhaps, upon second thoughts, the one was
assumed to cover the other. He would not relinquish a pursuit which had
already cost him such pains. Plans, suiting the romantic temper of the
brain that entertained them, chased each other through his head, thick and
irregular as the motes of the sun-beam, and, long after he had laid himself
to rest, continued to prevent the repose which he greatly needed. Then,
wearied by the uncertainty and difficulties with which each scheme appeared
to be attended, he bent up his mind to the strong effort of shaking off his
love "like dew-drops from the lion's mane," and resuming those studies