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.

THE HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN. 581
he petitions mair for her than for yoursell, hinny; for what can he plead
for you but just to wish you the blessing ye deserve? And when I sleepit
ayont the hallan, when we came first here, he was often earnest a' night
and I could hear him come ower and ower again wi','Effie -puir blinded
misguided thing!' it was aye'Effie! Effie!' —If that puir wandering lamb
comena into the sheepfauld in the Shepherd's ain time, it will be an unco
wonder, for I wot she has been a child of prayers. 0, if the puir prodigal
wad. return, sae blithely as the goodman wad kill the fatted calf! - though
Brockie's calf will no be fit -for killing this three weeks yet."
And then, with the discursive talent of persons of her description, she
got once more afloat in her account of domestic affairs, and left this delicate and affecting topic;
Having looked at every thing in the offices and the dairy, and expressed
her satisfaction with the manner in which matters had been managed in
her absence, Jeanie rejoined the rest of the party, who were surveying the
interior of the house, all excepting David Deans and Butler, who'had
gone down to the church to meet the kirk-session and the clergymen of the
presbytery, and arrange matters for the duty of the day.
In the interior of the cottage, all was clean, neat, and suitable to the
exterior. It had been originally built and furnished by the Duke, as a
retreat for a favourite domestic of the higher class, who did not long enjoy
it, and had been dead only a few months, so that every thing was in excellent taste and good order. But in Jeanie's bedroom was a neat trunk,
which had greatly excited Mrs. Dutton's curiosity, for she was sure that the
direction, " For Mrs. Jean Deans, at Auchingower, parish of Knocktarlitie,"
was the writing of Mrs. Semple, the Duchess's own woman. May Hlettly
produced the key in a sealed parcel, which bore the same address, and
attached to the key was a label, intimating that the trunk and its contents
were "a token of remembrance to Jeanie Deans, from her fiiends the
Duchess of Argyle and the young ladies.' The trunk, hastily opened, as
the reader will not doubt, was found to be full of wearing apparel of the
best quality, suited to Jeanie's rank in life; and to most of the articles the
names of the particular donors were attached, as if to make Jeanie sensible not only of the general, but of the individual interest she had excited
in the noble family. To name the various articles by their appropriate
names, would be to attempt things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme;
besides, that, the old-fashioned terms of manteaus, sacques, kissing-strings,
and so forth, would convey but little information even to the milliners of
the present day. I shall deposit, however, an accurate inventory of the
contents of the trunk with my kind friend, Miss Martha Buskbody, who
has promised, should the public curiosity seem interested in the subject,
to supply me with a professional glossary and commentary. Suffice it to
say, that the gift was such as became the donors, and was suited to the
situation of the receiver; that every thinig was handsome and appropriate, and nothing forgotten which belonged to the wardrobe of a young
person in Jeanie's situation in life, the destined bride of a respectable
clergyman.
Article after article was displayed, commented upon, and admired, to the
wonder of May, who declared, " she didna think the Queen had mair or
better claise," and somewhat to the envy of the northern Cowslip. This
unamiable, but not very unnatural, disposition of mind, broke forth in
sundry unfounded criticisms, to the disparagement of the articles, as they
were severally exhibited. But it assumed a more direct character, when,
at the bottom of all, was found a dress of white silk, very plainly made,
but still of white silk, and French silk to boot, with a paper pinned to it,
bearing that it was a present from the Duke of Argyle to his travelling
companion, to be worn on the day when she should change her name.
Mrs. Dutton could forbear no longer,. but whispered into Mr. Archibald's
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