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.

150 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
occurred of remarking upon the signs of the times. Andrew Fairservice
felt no such restraint, and doubtless spoke very truly in stating his conviction that some desperate plots were in agitation, as a reason which determined his resolution to leave the Hall.
"The servants," he stated, "with the tenantry and others, had been all
regularly enrolled and mustered, and they wanted me to take arms also.
But I'll ride in nae siccan troop-they little ken'd Andrew that asked him.
I'll fight when I like mysell, but it sall neither be for the hure o' Babylon,
nor any hure in England."
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Where longs to fall yon rifted spire,
As weary of the insulting air,The poet's thoughts, the warrior's fire,
The lover's sighs, are sleeping there.
LANGHORNE.
AT the first Scotch town which we reached, my guide sought out his
friend and counsellor, to consult upon the proper and legal means of converting into his own lawful property the "bonny creature," which was at
present his own only by one of those sleight-of-hand arrangements which
still sometimes took place in that once lawless district. I was somewhat
diverted with the dejection of his looks on his return. He had, it seems,
been rather too communicative to his bonfidential friend, the attorney; and
learned with great dismay, in return for his unsuspecting frankness, that
Mr. Touthope had, during his absence, been appointed clerk to the peace
of the county, and was bound to communicate to justice all such achievements as that of his friend Mr. Andrew Fairservice. There was a necessity,
this alert member-of the police stated, for arresting the horse, and placing
him in Bailie Trumbull's stable, therein to remain at livery, at the rate of
twelve shillings (Scotch) per diem, until the question of property was duly
tried and debated. He even talked as if, in strict and rigorous execution of
his duty, he ought to detain honest Andrew himself; but on my guide's
mrost piteously entreating his forbearance, he not only desisted from this
proposal, but made a present to Andrew of a broken-winded and spavined
pony, in order to enable him to pursue his journey. It is true, he qualified
this act of generosity by exacting from poor Andrew an absolute cession of
his right and interest in the gallant palfrey of Thorncliff Osbaldistone-a
transference which Mr. Touthope represented as of very little consequence,
since his unfortunate friend, as he facetiously observed, was likely to get
nothing of the mare excepting the halter.
Andrew seemed woful and disconcerted, as I screwed out of him these
particulars; for his northern pride was cruelly pinched by being compelled
to admit that attorneys were attorneys on both sides of the Tweed; and
that Mr. Clerk Touthope was not a farthing more sterling coin than Mr.
Clerk Jobson.
"It wadna hae vexed him half sae muckle to hae been cheated out o' what
might amaist be said to be won with the peril o' his craig, had it happened
amang the Inglishers; but it was an unco thing to see hawks pike out
hawks' een, or ae kindly Scot cheat anither. But nae doubt things were
strangely changed in his country sin' the sad and sorrowfu' Union;" an
event to which Andrew referred every symptom of depravity or degeneracy
which he remarked among his countrymen, more especially the infiamma