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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pennies, though I sall warrant you English think we have not such a name
in Scotland."
"It is an ancient and honourable stock, the Monypennies," said Sir
MSungo'Malagrowther; " the only loss is, there are sace few of the name."
"The family seems to increase among your countrymen, Sir Mungo,"
said Master Lowestoffe, whom Lord Glenvarloch had invited to be present,
"since his Majesty's happy accession brought so many of you here."
"Right, sir —right," said Sir Mungo, nodding and looking at George
Ileriot; " there have some of ourselves been the better of that great blessing
to the English nation."
As he spoke, the door flew open, and in entered, to the astonishment of
Lord Glenvarloch, his late serving-man, Richie Moniplies, now sumptuously, nay, gorgeously, attired in a superb brocaded suit, and leading in his
hand the tall, thin, withered, somewhat distorted form of Martha Trapbois,
arrayed in a complete dress of black velvet, which suited so strangely with
the pallid and severe melancholy of her countenance, that the King himself exclaimed, in some perturbation, " What the deil has the fallow brought
us here? Body of our regal selves! it is a corpse that has run off with the
mort-cloth!"
"May I sifllicate your Majesty to be gracious unto her?" said Richie;
"being that she is, in respect of this morning's wark, my ain wedded wife,
Mrs. Martha Moniplies by name."
" Saul of our body, man! but she looks wondrous grim," answered King
James. " Art thou sure she has not been in her time maid of honour to
Queen Mary, our kinswoman, of red-hot memory?"
" I am sure, an it like your Majesty, that she has brought me fifty thousand pounds of good siller and better; and that has enabled me to pleasure
your Majesty and other folk."
"Ye need have said naething about that, man," said the King; ".we ken
our obligations in that sma' matter, and we are glad this rudas spouse of
thine hath bestowed her treasure on ane wha kens to put it to the profit of
his King and country.-But how the deil did ye come by her, man?"
" In the auld Scottish fashion, my' liege. She is the captive of my bow
and my spear," answered Moniplies. " There was a convention that she
should wed me when I avenged her father's death-so I slew and took possession."
" It is the daughter of old Trapbois, who has been missed so long," said
Lowestoffe. - " Where the devil could you mew her up so closely, friend
Richie?"
" Master Richard, if it be your will," answered Richie, " or Master Richard Moniplies, if you like it better. For mewing of her up, I found her a
shelter, in all honour and safety, under the roof of an honest countryman
of my own-and for secrecy, it was a point of prudence, when wantons like
you were abroad, Master Lowestoffe."
There was a laugh at Richie's magnanimous reply, on the part of every
one but his bride, who made to him a signal of impatience, and said, with
her usual brevity and sternness, " Peace, peace. I pray you, peace. Let
us do that which we came for." So saying, she took out a bundle of parchments, and delivering them to Lord Glenvarloch, she said aloud, -" I take
this royal presence, and a11 here to witness, that I restore the ransomed
lordship of Glenvarloch to the right owner, as free as ever it was held by
any of his ancestors."
"I witnessed the redemption of the mortgage," said Lowestoffe; "but I
little dreamt by whom it had been redeemed."" No need ye should," said Richie; "there would have been small wisdom
in crying roast-meat."
"Peace," said his bride, " once more.-This paper " she continued, deli