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 FORTUJNES OF NIGEL. 22T near us two stout beef-eaters of the guard. - And so this Olifaunt is a Puritan?- not the less like to be a Papist, for all that - for extremities meet, as the scholiast proveth. There are, as I have proved in my book, Puritans of papi.stical principles —it is just a new tout on an auld horn." Here the King was reminded by the Prince, who dreaded perhaps that he was going to recite the whole Basilicon Doreon, that it would be best to move towards the Palace, and consider what was to be done for satisfying the public mind, in whom the morning's adventure was likely to excite much speculation. As they entered the gate of the Palace, a female bowed and presented a paper, which the King received, and, with a sort of groan, thrust it into his side-pocket. The Prince expressed some curiosity to know its contents. "The valet in waiting will tell you them," said the King, "when I strip off my cassock. D'ye think, Baby, that I can read all that is thrust into my hands? See to me, man,"-(he pointed to the pockets of his great trunk breeches, which were stuffed with papers), - " We are like an ass-that we should so speak —stooping betwixt two burdens. Ay, ay, AsinuLs fortis accuambens inter tertminos, as the Vulgate hath it-Ay, ay, Vidi terranz quod esset optima, et supposti hutmerumn ad portandutm, et factts sumt, tributes serviens —I saw this land of England, and becanme an over-burdened king thereof." " You are indeed well loaded, my dear dad and gossip," said the Duke of Buckingham, receiving the papers which King James emptied out of his pockets. " Ay, ay," continued the monarch; " take them to you per aversionem, bairns -the one pouch stuffed with petitions, t'other with pasquinadoes; a fine time we have on't. On my conscience, I believe the tale of Cadmus was hieroglyphical, and that the dragon's teeth whilk he sowed were the letters he invented. Ye are laughing, Baby Charles? —Mind what I say. —When I came here first frae our ain country, where the men are as rude as the weather, by my conscience, England was a bieldy bit; one would have thought the King had little to do but to walk by quiet waters, per aquam refectionis. But, I kenna how or why, the place is sair changed- read that libel upon us and on our regimen. The dragon's teeth are sown, Baby Charles; I pray God they bearna their armed harvest in your day, if I suld not live to see it. God forbid I should, for there will be an awful day's kemping at the shearing of them." " I shall know how to stifle the crop in the blade, —ha, George?" said the Prince, turning to the favourite with a look expressive of some contempt for his father's apprehensions, and full of confidence in the superior firmness and decision of his own counsels. While this discourse was passing, Nigel, in charge of a pursuivant-at, arms, was pushed and dragged through the small town, all the inhabitants of which, having been alarmed by the report of an attack on the King's life, now pressed forward to see the supposed traitor. Amid the confusion of the moment, he could descry the face of the victualler, arrested into a stare of stolid wonder, and that of the barber grinning betwixt horror and eager curiosity. Ite thought that he also had a glimpse of his waterman in the green jacket. He had no time for remarks, being placed in a boat with the pursuivant and two yeomen of the guard, and rowed up the river as fast as the arms of six stout watermen could pull against the tide. They passed the groves of masts which even then astonished the stranger with the extended commerce of London, and now approached those low and blackened walls of curtain and bastion, which exhibit here and there a piece of ordnance, and here and there a solitary sentinel under arms, but have otherwise so little of the military terrors of a citadel. A projecting low-broewed arch, which had lowered over many an innocent, and many a guilty head, in similar

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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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