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.

58 WAVE RLEY NOVELS.
The King, too, somnewhat sensible of the indecorum, rose up, wiped his
eyes, and calling, -" Todlowrie, come out o' your den," he produced from
behind the arras the length of Richie Moniplies, still laughing with as unrestrained mirth as ever did gossip at a country christening. " Whisht,
man, whisht, man," said the King; "ye needna nicher that gait, like a
cusser at a caup o' corn, e'en though it was a pleasing jest, and our ain
framniing,. And yet to see Jingling Geordie, that hauds himself so much
the wiser than other folks —to see him, ha! ha! ha! —in the vein of Euclio
apud Plautum, diistressing himself to recover what was lying at his elbow-'Perii, interii, occidi —quo curram? quo non curram? —'lene, tene-quem? quis? nescio-nihil video.'
Ah! Geordie, your een are sharp enough to look after gowd and silver,
gems, rubies, and the like of that, and yet ye kenna how to come by them
when they are lost. Ay, ay - look at them, man - look at them - they
are a' right and tight, sound and round, not a doublet crept in amongst
them."
George Hleriot, when his first surprise was over, was too old a courtier to
interrupt the King's imaginary triumph, although he darted a look of some
displeasure at honest Richie, who still continued on what is usually termed
the broad grin. I-le quietly examined the stones, and finding them all perfect, he honestly and sincerely congratulated his Majesty on the recovery
of a treasure which could not have been lost without some dishonour to the
crown; and asked to whom he himself was to pay the sums for which they:had been pledged, observing, that he had the money by him in readiness.
" Ye are in a deevil of a hurry, when there is paying in the case, Geordie,"
sail the King.-" What's a' the haste, man? The jewels were restored by
an honest, kindly countryman of ours. There he stands, and wha kens if
he wants the money on the nail, or if he might not be as weel pleased wi'
a bit rescript on our treasury some six months hence? Ye ken that our
Exchequer is even nt a low ebb just now, and ye cry pay, pay, pay, as if we
had all the mines of Ophir."'Please your Majesty," said IHeriot, "if this man has the real right to
these moneys, it is doubtless at his will to grant forbearance, if he will.
But when I remember the guise in which I first saw him, with a tattered
cloak and a broken head, I can hardly conceive it. -Are not you Richie
Moniplies, with the King's favour?"
" Even sae, Master I-Ieriot -of the ancient and honourable house of Castle
Collop, near to the West-Port of Edinburgh," answered Richie.
W" Why, please your Majesty, he is a poor serving-man," said Ileriot.
"This money can never be honestly at his disposal."
"What for no?" said the King. " Wad ye have naebody spraickle up
the brae but yoursell, Geordie? Your ain cloak was thin enough when ye
cam here, though you have, lined it gay and weel. And for serving-nmen,
there has mony a red-shank come over the Tweed wi' his master's wallet on
his shoulders, that now rustles it wi' his six followers behind him. There
stands the man himsell; speer at him, Geordie."
cause the King to'look round about him, wondering who it was that called him, whereas he that called him
stood before him in Ihis presence, with his face towards himn. Lut afi.er tilis imposture was hnown, the King,
in his merriment, would sometimes take occasionally this i.mpostor to make sport upon some of his courtiers,
as, for instance:
"There was a knight belonging to the court, whom the King caused to come before him in his private
room, (where no man was but the King, and this knight and the impostor,) and feigncd some occasion of seriois discourse with the knight; but when the King began to speak, and the knight bendilg his attention to the
King, suddenly there came a, voice as out of another room, calling the knilght by namne,'Sir Jolln, Sir John
come away, Sir Jolln;' at which the knight began to fi'own thtt any man should be so unmannerl I as to molest
tile King and him; and still listening to tile King's discourse, the voice c;nie again,'Sir Jolin. Sir Joho;
come away and drink off your sack.' At that, Sir John began to swell with anger, and looledt irto the next
roorms to see who it was that dared to call him so importunately, and could not find out whoi it was, and
having clhid with whomsoever lie found, lihe returned again to the King. Tlle King had no sooner begun to
speak as formerly, but the voice came again,'Sir John, come away, yorur sack stayeth for you." At tlat Sir
Johtn began to stalnp with matldness, and looked out and returned several times to the King, but cousld not he
quiet, isn Ihis discoullse withl the Kiug, because of the voice that so often troubled him, till the King had sporteil
enotugil."-W- Tbsler on Witchcraft, p. 121.