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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to a ttue man. There was Jack Winterfield, in my young days, kept the
best company in the land-at horse-races and cock-fights who but he-hand
and glove was I with Jack. Push the bottle, Mr. Morris, it's dry talking
-Many quart bumpers have I cracked, and thrown many a merry main
with poor Jack —good family — ready wit-quick eye -as honest a fellow,
barring the deed he died for-we'll drink to his memory, gentlemen-Poor
Jack Winterfield- And since we talk of him, and'of those sort of things,
and since that d-d clerk of mine has taken his gibberish elsewhere, and
since we're snug among ourselves, Mr. Osbaldistone, if you will have my
best advice, I would take up this matter - the law's hard - very severe -
hanged poor Jack Winterfield at York, despite family connexions and great
interest, all for easing a fat west-country grazier of the price of a few beasts
-Now, here is honest Mr. Morris has been frightened, and so forth —D-n
it, man, let the poor fellow have back his portmanteau, and end the frolic
at once."
Morris's eyes brightened up at this suggestion, and he began to hesitate
forth an assurance that he thirsted for no man's blood, when I cut the proposed acconimodation short, by resenting the Justice's suggestion as an insult, that went directly to suppose me guilty of the very crime which I had
come to his house with the express intention of disavowing. We were in
this' awkward predicament when a servant, opening the door, announced,
" A strange gentleman to wait upon his honour;" and the party whom he
thus described entered the ioom without farther ceremony., hatea trr intt.
One of the thieves come back again! I'll stand close.
He dares not wrong nme now, so near the house,
And call in vain'tis, till I see him offer it.
THE WIDow.
" A STRANGER!" echoed the Justice - " not upon business, I trust, for I'll
be"-..
HIis protestation was cut short by the answer of the man himself. "'' My
business is of a nature somewhat onerous and particular," said my acquaintance, Mr. Campbell - for it was he, the very Scotchaman whom I had seen
at Northallerton - "and I must solicit your honour to give instant and
heedful consideration to it. -I believe, Mr. Morris," he added, fixing his
eye on that person with a look of peculiar firmness and almost ferocity -
" I believe ye.ken brawly what I am - I believe ye cannot have forgotten
what passed at our last meeting on the road?" Morris's jaw dropped -
his countenance became the colour of tallow -his teeth chattered, and he
gave visible signs of the utmost consternation. " Take heart of grace,
man," said Campbell, " and dinna sit clattering your jaws there like a pair
of.castanets! I think there can be nae difficulty in your telling Mr. Justice, that ye have seen me of yore, and ken me to be a cavalier of fortune,
and a man of honour. Ye ken fu' weel ye will be some time resident in
my vicinity, when I may have the power, as I will possess the inclination,
to do you as good a turn."
"Sir-sir-I believe you to be a man of honour, and, as you say, a man
of fortune. Yes, Mr. Inglewood," he added, clearing his voice, "I really
believe this gentleman to be so."
"And what are this gentleman's commands with me?" said the Justice,
somewhat peevishly. "One man introduces another, like the rhymes in