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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mell of fashion and lovers of the polite arts. A fine gentleman, bred up in
the thorough idleness and inanity of pursuit, which I understand is absolutely necessary to the character in perfection, might in all probability
have traced a tinge of professional pedantry which marked the barrister in
spite of his efforts, and something of active bustle in his companion, and
would certainly have detected more than a fashionable mixture of information and animated interest in the language of both. But to me, who had
no pretensions to be so critical, my companions seemed to form a very
happy mixture of good-breeding and liberal information, with a disposition
to lively rattle, pun, and jest, amusing to a grave man, because it is what
he himself can least easily command.
The thin pale-faced man, whom their good-nature had brought into their
society, looked out of'place as well as out of spirits; sate on the edge of
his seat, and kept the chair at two, feet distance from the table; thus incommoding himself considerably in conveying the victuals to his mouth, as
if by way of penance for partaking of them in the company of his superiors.
A short time after dinner, declining all entreaty to partake of the wine,
which circulated freely round, he informed himself of the hour when the
chaise had been ordered to attend; and saying he would be in readiness,
modestly withdrew from the apartment.
"Jack," said the barrister to his companion, ".I remember that poor fellow's face; you spoke more truly than you were aware of; he really is one
of my clients, poor man."
"Poor man!" echoed Halkit -" I suppose you mean he is your one and
only client."
" That's not my fault, Jack," replied the other, whose name I discovered
was Hardie. "You are to give me.all your business, you know; and if
you have none, the learned gentleman here knows nothing can come of nothing."
"You seem to have brought something to nothing though, in the case of
that honest man. He looks as if he were just -about to honour with his
residence the HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN."
"You are mistaken-he is just delivered from it.-O-0ur friend here looks
for an explanation. Pray, Mr. Pattieson, have you been in Edinburgh?"
I answered in the affirmative.
s Then you must have passed, occasionally at least, though probably not
so. faithfully as I am doomed to do, through a narrow intricate passage,
leading out of the north-west corner of the Parliament Square, and passing by a high and antique building, with turrets and iron grates,
Making good the saying odd,
"Near the church and far from God-"
Mr. Halkit broke in upon his learned counsel, to contribute his moiety
to the riddle-" Having at the door the sign of the Red Man "
"And being on the whole," resumed the counsellor, interrupting his
friend in his turn, "a sort of place where misfortune is happily confounded
with guilt, where all who are in wish to get out "
"And where none who have the good' luck to be out, wish to get in,"
added his companion.
"I conceive you, gentlemen," replied I; "-you mean the prison.
" The prison," added the young lawyer — " You have hit it — the-very
reverend Tolbooth itself; and let me tell you, you are obliged to us for describing it with so much modesty and brevity; for with whatever amplifications we might have chosen to decorate' the subject, you lay entirely at our
mercy, since the Father's Conscript of our city'have decreed, that the venerable edifice itself shall not remain in existence to confirm or to confute
US."
"Then the Tolbooth of Edinburgh. is called the Heart of Mid-Lothian?"
said I.