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.

THE ANTIQUARY. 91
"IHout, MonkbarnsI dinna set your wit against a bairn," said the
beggar; " mind the butcher risked his beast, and the wife her wean, and I
am sure ten and sixpence isna ower muckle. Ye didna gang sae near wi'
Johnnie Howie, when" —--
Lovel, who, sitting on the supposed Prcetoriumr, had glanced over the
contents of the packet, now put an end to the altercation by paying Davie's
demand; and then turning to Mr. Oldbuck, with a look of much agitation,
he excused himself from returning with hinm to Monkbarns that evening."I must instantly go to Fairport, and perhaps leave it on a moment's
notice; - your kindness, Mr. Oldbuck, I can never forget."
" No bad news, I hope?" said the Antiquary.
" Of a very chequered complexion," answered his friend. "Farewellin good or bad fortune I will not forget your regard."
" Nay, nayy —stop a moment. If-if-" (making an effort)-" if there
be any pecuniary inconvenience-I have fifty or a hundred guineas at
your service-till-till Whitsunday —or indeed as long as you please."
" I am much obliged, Mr. Oldbuck, but I am amply provided," said his
mysterious young friend. "Excuse me- I reply cannot sustain further
conversation at present. I will write or see you before I leave Fairportthat is, if I find myself obliged to go."
So saying, he shook the Antiquary's hand, warmly, turned from him, and
walked rapidly towards the town, "staying no longer question."
"Very extraordinary indeed!" said Oldbuck; —" but there's something
about this lad I can never fathom; and yet I cannot for my heart think ill
of him neither. I must go home and take off the fire in the Green-Room,
for none of my womankind will venture into it after twilight."
"And how am I to win hame?" blubbered the disconsolate express.
"It's a fine night," said the Blue-Gown, looking up to the skies; "I had as
gude gang back to the town, and take care o' the wean."
"Do so, do so, Edie;" and, rummaging for some time in his huge waistcoat pocket till he found the object of his search, the Antiquary added,
~,ere's sixpence to ye to buy sneeshin."
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"I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal has not given me
medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else. I have
drunk medicines."- Second Part of Henry IV.
REGULAR for a fortnight were the inquiries of the Antiquary at the
veteran Caxon, whether he had heard what Mr. Lovel was about; and as
regular were Oaxon's answers, "that the town could learn naething about
him whatever, except that he had received anither muckle letter or twa frae
the south, and that he was never seen on the plainstanes at a'."
"How does he live, Caxon?"
"Ou, Mrs. Hadoway just dresses him a beefsteak or a muttonchop, or
makes him some Friar's chicken, or just what she likes hersell, and he eats
it in the little red parlour off his bedroom. She canna get him to say that
he likes ae thing better than anither; and she makes him tea in a morning,
and he settles honourably wi' her every week."
"But does he never stir abroad?"
" He has clean gi'en up walking, and he sits a' day in his room reading
or writing; a hantle letters he has written, but he wadna put them into our