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.

ROB ROY. 145
As I approached the mansion of the sapient Andrew, I heard a noise,
which, beifg of a nature peculiarly solemn, nasal, and prolonged, led me to
think that Andrew, according to the decent and meritorious custom of his
countrymen, had assembled sdme of his neighbours to join in family exercise,
as he called evening devotion. Andrew had indeed neither wife, child, nor
female inmate in his family. " The first of his trade," he said, "had had
enough o' the cattle." But, notwithstanding, he sometimes contrived to
form an audience for himself out of the neighbouring Papists and Churchof-England-men - brands, as he expressed it, snatched out of the burning,
on whom he used to exercise his spiritual gifts, in defiance alike of Father
Vaughan, Father Docharty, Rashleigh, and all the world of Catholics around
him, who deemed his interference on such occasions an act of heretical
interloping. I conceived it likely, therefore, that the well-disposed neighbours might-have assembled to hold some chapel of ease of this nature.
The noise, however,, when I listened to it more accurately, seemed to proceed entirely from the lungs of the said Andrew; and when I interrupted
it by entering the house, I found Fairservice alone, combatting, as he best
could, with long words and hard names, and reading aloud, for the purpose
of his own edification, a volume of controversial divinity.
"I was just taking a spell," said he, laying aside the huge folio volume
as I entered, "of the worthy Doctor Lightfoot."
"Lightfoot!" I replied, looking at the ponderous volume with some surprise; " surely your author was unhappily named."
"Lightfoot was his name, sir; a divine he was, and another kind of a
divine than they hae now-a-days. Always, I crave your pardon for keeping
ye standing at the door, but having been mistrysted (gude preserve us!)
with ae bogle the night already, I was dubious o' opening the yett till I had
gaen through the e'ening worship; and I had just finished the fifth chapter
of Nehemiah — if that winna gar them keep their distance, I wotna what
will."
" Trysted with a bogle i" said I; " what do you mean by that, Andrew?"
"'I said mistrysted," replied Andrew; " that is as muckle as to say, fley'd
wi' a ghaist-Gude preserve us, I say again l"
"Flay'd by a ghost, Andrew! how am I to understand that?"
"I did not say flay'd," replied Andrew, " but fley'd, -that is, I got' a
fleg, and. was ready to jump out o' my skin, though naebody offered to
whirl it aff my body as a man wad bark a tree."
"I beg a truce to your terrors in the present case, Andrew, and I wish to
know whether you can direct me the nearest way to a town in your country
of Scotland, called Glasgow?"
"A town ca'd Glasgow!" echoed Andrew Fairservice. "Glasgow's a
ceety, man. - And is't the way to Glasgow ye were speering if I ken'd? -
5What suld ail me to ken it? - it's no that dooms far frae my ain parish of
Dreepdaily, that lies a bittock farther to the west. But what may your
honour be gaun to Glasgow for?"
" Particular business," replied I.
" That's as muckle- as to say, Speer nae questions, and I'll tell ye nae lees.
-To Glasgow?" -he made a short pause - " I am thinking ye wad be the
better o' some ane to show you the road."
"Certainly, if I could meet with any person going that way."
"And your honour, doubtless, wad consider the time and trouble?"
"Unquestionably-my business is pressing, and if you can find any guide
to accompany. me, I'll pay him handsomely."
"This is no a day to speak o' carnal matters," said Andrew, casting his
eyes upwards; "but if it werena Sabbath at e'en, I wad speer what ye wad
be content to gie to ane that wad bear ye pleasant company on the road,
and tell ye the names of the gentlemen's and noblemen's seats and castles,
and count their kin to ye?"
Yot'. IIM. — 10 N