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.

34 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
came to get my four-hours' munchion from you, man, besides a tune on the
lute from my god-daughter, Mrs. Marget."
" Good faith! I was abstracted, Master George — but you know me.
VWhenever I get amongst the wheels," said Mr. Ramsay, " why,'tis "
"Lucky that you deal in small ones," said his firiend, as, awakened from
his reveries and calculations, RPamsay led the way up a little back-stair to
the first story, occupied by his daughter, and his little household.
The apprentices resumed their places in the front shop, and relieved Sam
Porter; when Jenkin said to Tunstall — "Didst see, Frank, how the old
goldsmith cottoned in with his beggarly countryman? When would one of
his wealth have shaken hands so courteously with a poor Englishman?Well, I'll say that for the best of the Scots, that they will go over head and
ears to serve a countryman, when they will not wet a nail of their finger to
save a Southron, as they call us, from drowning. And yet Master George
is but half-bred Scot neither in that respect; for I have known him do many
a kind thing to the English too."
"But hark ye, Jenkin," said Tunstall, " I think you are but half-bred
English yourself. How came you to strike on the Scotsman's side after
all?"
"Why you did so, too," answered Vincent.
" Ay, because I saw you begin; and, besides, it is no Cumberland fashion
to fall fifty upon one," replied Tunstall.
"And no Christ-Church fashion neither," said Jenkin. " Fair play and
Old England for ever!-Besides, to tell you a secret, his voice had a twang
in it-in the dialect I mean-reminded me of a little tongue, which I think
sweeter -sweeter than the last toll of St. Dunstan's will sound, on the day
that I am shot of my indentures.-H-a!-you guess who I mean, Frank?"
" Not I, indeed," answered Tunstall,-" Scotch Janet, I suppose, the laundlress."
" Off with Janet in her own bucking-basket! - no, no, no - You blind
buzzardl, -do you not know I mean pretty Mrs. Marget?"
" Umph!" answered Tunstall, dryly.
A flash of anger, not unmingled with suspicion, shot from Jenkin's keen
black eyes.
"Umph! - and what signifies umph? I am not the first'prentice has
married his master's daughter, I think?"
" They kept their own secret, I fancy," said Tunstall, "at least till they
were out of their time."
" I tell you what it is, Frank," answered Jenkin, sharply, "that may be
the fashion of you gentlefolks, that are taught from your biggin to carry
two faces under the same hood, but it shall never be mine."
" There are the stairs, then," said Tunstall, coolly; "go up and ask Mrs.
Marget of our master just now, and see what sort of a filce he will wear
under his hood."
" No, I wonnot," answered Jenkin; "I am not such a fool as that neither.
But I will take my own time, and all the Counts in Cumberland shall not
cut my comb, and this is that which you may depend upon."
Francis made no reply; and they resumed their usual attention to the
business of the shop, and their usual solicitations to the passengers.*
* GEORGE HIElIoT. —This excellent person was but little known by his actions when alive, but we may well
use, in this particular, the striking phrase of Scripture, " that being dead he yet spealheth." We have already
mentionred, in the Introducrtion, the splendid charity of which he was the founder; the few notices of his
personlal history are slight and meagre.
George Heliot was born at Trabroun, in the parish of Gladsmuir; he was the eldest son of a goldsmith in
Edirnburgh, descended frnom a family of Fome coesequence in East Lothian.!His father eljoyed the confidence
of his fellow-citizens, antid was their representative in Parliament. He was, besides, one of the deputies sent
by the inhabitants of the city to propitiate the King, when he had left Edinburgh abruptly, after the riot of
17th Decembler, 1596.
George Heriot, the son, pursued his father's occinpation of a goldsmith, then peculiarly lucrative, and oluch
eonnected with that of a money-brokerl. He enjoyed the favour and protection of Jamnes, and of his conlsort,
Anne of Denmark. He married, for his first wife, a maiden of hits own rank, namedl Christian Alaijoribanks,
daughter of a respectable burgess. This was in 1586. He was afterwards named jeweller to the Queen,