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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he was acquainted with the baron-bailie, who was a decent man, and would
be glad of a word of legal advice."
So soon as he departed, Butler flew to the Bible, the last book which
Jeanie had touched. To his extreme surprise, a paper, containing two or
three pieces of gold, dropped from the book. With a black-lead pencil, she
had marked the sixteenth and twenty-fifth verses of the thirty-seventh
Psalm, —" A little that a righteous man hath, is better than the riches of
the wicked." —" I have been young and am now old, yet have I not seen
the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread."
Deeply impressed with the affectionate delicacy which shrouded its own
generosity under the cover of a providential supply to his wants, he pressed
the gold to his lips with more ardor than ever the metal was greeted with
by a miser. To emulate her devout firmness and confidence seemed now
the pitch of his ambition, and his first task was to write an account to
David Deans of his daughter's resolution and journey southward. He
studied every sentiment, and even every phrase, which he thought could
reconcile the old man to her extraordinary resolution. The effect which
this epistle produced will be hereafter adverted to. Butler committed it to
the charge of an honest clown, who had frequent dealings with Deans in
the sale of his dairy produce, and who readily undertook a journey to Edinburgh, to put the letter'into his own hands.*
"My native land, good night!"
LORD BYRON.
IN the present day, a journey from Edinburgh to London is a matter at
once safe, brief, and simple, however inexperienced or unprotected the traveller. Numerous coaches of different rates of charge, and as many packets,
are perpetually passing and repassing betwixt the capital of Britain and
her northern sister, so that the most timid or indolent may~:cute such a
journey upon a few hours' notice. But it was different idrt1737. So slight
and infrequent was the intercourse betwixt London and' nburgh, that
men still alive remember that upon one occasion the mail from the former
city arrived at the General Post-Office in Scotland with only one letter in it.t
The usual mode of travelling was by means of post-horses, the traveller
occupying one, and his guide another, in which manner, by relays of horses
from stage to stage, the journey might be accomplished in a wonderfully
short time by those who could endure the fatigue. To have the bones
shaken to pieces by a constant change of those hacks was a luxury for the
rich-the poor were under the necessity of using the mode of conveyance
with which nature had provided them.
With a strong heart, and a frame patient of fatigue, Jeanie Deans, travelling at the rate of twenty miles a day, and sometimes farther, traversed
the southern part of Scotland, and advanced as far as Durham.
Hitherto she had been either among her own country-folk, or those to
whom her bare feet and tartan screen were objects too familiar to attract
much attention. But as'she advanced, she perceived that both circumBy dint of assiduous research I am enabled to certiorate the reader, that the name of this person was
Saunders Broadfoot, and that he dealt in the wholesome commodity called kirn-milk, (Ayglice, buttermilk.)-J. C.
t The fact is certain. The single epistle was addressed to the principal director of the British Linen Conmpany.
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