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.

252 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
Marry, come up, sir, with your gentle blood!
Here's a red stream beneath this coarse blue doublet,
That warms the heart as kindly as if drawn
From tile far source of old Assyrian kings,
Who first made mankind subject to their sway.
OLD PLAY.
TuIE sounds to which we alluded in our last, were no other than the
grumbling tones of Richie Moniplies's voice.
This worthy, like some other persons who rank high in their own opinion,
was very apt, when he could have no other auditor, to hold conversation
with one who was sure to be a willing listener- I pmean with himself. He
was now brushing and arranging Lord Glenvarloch's clothes, with as much
composure and quiet assiduity as if he had never been out of his service,
and grumbling betwixt whiles to the following purpose;- " lumph - ay,
time cloak and jerkin were through my hands-I question if horse-hair has
been passed over them since they and I last parted. The embroidery finely
frayed too-and the gold buttons of the-cloak —By my conscience, and as I
am an honest man, there is a round dozen-of them gane! This comes of
Alsatian frolics - God keep us with his grace, and not give us over to our
own devices! - I see no sword -but that will be in respect of present circumstances."
Nigel for some time could not help believing that he was still in a
dream, so improbable did it seem that his domestic, whom he supposed to
be in Scotland, should have found hini out, and obtained access to him, in
his present circumstances. Looking through the curtains, however, he
became well assured of the fact, when he beheld the stiff and bony length
of Richie, with a visage, charged with nearly double its ordinary degree of
importance, employed sedulously in brushing his master's cloak, and refreshing himself with whistling or humming, from interval to interval, some
snatch of an old melancholy Scottish ballad-tune. Although sufficiently
convinced of the identity of the party, Lord Glenvarloch could not help
expressing his surprise in the superfluous question — "In the name of
Heaven, Richie, is this you?"
" And wha else suld it be, my lord?" answered lRichie; "I dreamna that
your lordship's levee in this place is like to be attended by ony that are
not bounden thereto by duty."
"I am rather surprised," answered Nigel, "that it should be attenddcl
by any one at all-especially by you, Richie;for you know that we parted,
and I thought you had reached Scotland long since."
" I crave your lordship's pardon, but we have not parted yet, nor are soon
likely so to do; for, there gang twa folk's votes to the unmaking of a bargain,
as to the making of ane. Though it was your lordship's pleasure so to conduct yourself that we were like to have parted, yet it was not, on reflection,
my will to be gone. To be plain, if your lordship does not ken when you
have a good servant, I ken when I have a kind master; and to say truth,
you will be easier served now than ever, for there is not much chance of
your getting out of your bounds."
" I am indeed bound over to good behaviour," said Lord Glenvarloch, with
a smile; "but I hope you will not take advantage of my situation to be too
severe on my follies, Richie?'
"God forbid, my lord-God forbid," replied Richie, with an expression
betwixt a conceited consciousness of superior wisdom and real feeling" especially in consideration of your lordship's having a due sense of them.