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.

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The Scotchman, partly by force, partly by remonstrance, prevented my
following him; indeed, I began to be of opinion my doing so would be to
little purpose.
" As I live by bread," said Campbell, when, after one or two struggles in
which he used much forbearance towards me, he perceived me inclined to
stand quiet, "I never saw sae daft a callant i -I wad hae gien the best man
in the country the breadth o' his back gin he had gien me sic a kemping as
ye hae dune. What wad ye do? - Wad ye follow the wolf to his den? I
tell ye, man, he has the auld trap set for ye -He has got the collector-creature Morris to bring up a' the auld story again, and yemaun look for nae
help frae me here, as ye got at Justice Inglewood's;- it isna good for my
health to come in the gate o' the whigamore bailie bodies. Now gang your
ways hame, like a gude bairn -jouk and let the jaw gae by- Keep out o'
sight o' Rashleigh, and Morris, and that MacVittie animal —Mind the Clachan
of Aberfoil, as I said before, and, by the word of a gentleman, I wunna see
ye wranged. But keep a calm sough till we meet again -I maun gae and
get Rashleigh out o' the town afore waur comes o't, for the neb o' him's
never out o' mischief-Mind the Clachan of Aberfoil."
-He turned upon his heel, and left me to meditate on the singular events
which had befallen me. My first care was to adjust my dress and re-assume
my cloak, disposing it so as to conceal the blood which flowed down my
right side. I had scarcely accomplished this, when the classes of the College
being dismissed, the gardens began to be filled with parties of the students.
I therefore left them as soon as possible; and in my way towards Mr. Jarvie's,
whose dinner hour was now approaching, I stopped at a small unpretending shop, the sign of which intimated the indweller to be Christopher Neilson, surgeon and apothecary. I requested of a little boy who was pounding
some stuff in a mortar, that he would procure me an audience of this learned
pharmacopolist. He opened the door of the back-shop, where I found' a
lively elderly man, who shook his head incredulously at some idle account
I gave him of having been wounded accidentally by the button breaking off
my antagonist's foil while I was engaged in a fencing match. When he had
applied some lint and somewhat else he thought proper to the trifling wound
I had received, he observed-" There never was button on the foil that made
this hurt. Ah! young blood! young blood!-But we surgeons are a secret
generation - If it werena for hot blood and ill blood, what would become
of the twa learned faculties?"
With which moral reflection he dismissed me; and I experienced very little
pain or inconvenience afterwards from the scratch I had received.
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An iron race the mountain-cliffs maintain,
Foes to the gentler genius of the plain.
Who, while their rocky ramparts round they see,
The rough abode of want and liberty,
As lawless force from confidence will grow,
Insult the plenty of the vales below.
GRAY.
"WHAT made ye sae late?" said Mr. Jarvie, as I entered the dining-parlour of that honest gentleman; "it is chappit ane the best feck o' five
minutes by-gane. Mattie has been twice at the door wi' the dinner, and
weel for you it was a tup's head, for that canna suffer by delay. A sheep's