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.

220. WAVE RLEY NOVELS.
approached with anxiety, and said - " Good lord, my Lord Glenvarloch!- -
why will you endanger yourself thus?"
"You know me then, my -friend?" said Nigel.
"Not much of that, my lord —but I know your honour's noble house
well.-My name is Laurie Linklater, my lord."
" Linklater!" repeated Nligel. " I should recollect "
" Under your lordship's favour," he continued, " I was'prentice, my lord,
to old Mungo Moniplies, the flesher at the wanton West-port of Edinburgh,
which I wish I saw again before I died. And your honour's noble father
having taken Richie Moniplies into his house to wait on your lordship, there
was a sort of connection, your lordship sees."
" Ah!" said Lord Glenvarloch, "I had almost forgot your name, but not
your kind purpose. You tried to put Richie in the way of presenting a
supplication to his Majesty?"
"Most true, my lord," replied the King's cook. " I had like to have come
by mischief in the job; for Richie, who was always wilful,' wadna be guided
by me,' as the sang says. But nobody amongst these brave English cooks
can kittle up his Majesty's most sacred palate with our own gusty Scottish
dishes. So I e'en betook myself to my craft, and concocted a mess of friar's
chicken for the soup, and a savoury hachis, that made the whole cabal coup
the crans; and, instead of disgrace, I came by preferment. I am one of
the clerks of the kitchen now, make me thankful-with a finger in the purveyor's office, and may get my whole hand in by and by."
" I am truly glad," said Nigel, " to hear that you have not suffered on my
account,-still more so at your good fortune."
" You bear a kind heart, my lord," said Linklater, "and do not forget
poor people; and, troth, I see not why they should be forgotten, since the
King's errand may sometimes fall in the cadger's gate. I have followed
your lordship in the street, just to look at such a stately shoot of the old oaktree; and my heart jumped into my throat, when I saw you sitting openly
in the eating-house yonder, and knew there was such danger to your
person."
" What! there are warrants -against me, then?" said Nigel.
" It is even true, my lord; and there are those are willing to blacken you
as much as they can.-God forgive them, that would sacrifice an honourable
house for their own base ends!"
"Amen," said Nigel.
"For, say your lordship may have been a little wild, like other young
gentlemen — "
"We have little time to talk of it, my friend," said Nigel. " The point
in question is, how am I to get speech of the King?"
" The King, my lord!" said Linklater, in astonishment; "why, will not
that be rushing wilfully into danger?-scalding yourself, as I may say, with
your own ladle?"
"My good friend," answered Nigel, "my experience of the Court, and
my knowledge of the circumstances in which I stand, tell me that the manliest and most direct road is, in my case, the surest and the safest. The
King has both a head to apprehend what is just, and a heart to do what is
kind."
" It is e'en true, my lord, and so we, his old servants, know," added Linklater; " but, wo's me, if you knew how many folks make it their daily and
nightly purpose to set his head against his heart, and his heart against his
head-to make him do hard things because they are called just, and unjust
things because they are represented as kind. Wo's me! it is with his
Sacred Majesty, and the favourites who work upon hinm, even according to
the homely proverb that men taunt my calling with, —' God. sends good
meat, but the devil sends cooks.'"
" It signifies not talking of it, my good friend," said Nigel, " I must take