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.

PEVERIL OF' THE PEAK. 451
But the old pile soon rose before him, serene, and sternly still, amid the
sleeping ocean. The banner, which indicated that the Lord of Man held
residence within its ruinous precincts, hung motionless by the ensign-staff.
The sentinels walked to and fro on their posts, and hummed or whistled
their Manx airs. Leaving his faithful companion, Fairy, in the village as
before, Julian entered the Castle, and found all within in the same state of
quietness and good order which external appearances had announced.
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Now rede me, rede me, brother dear,
Throughout Inerry England,
Where will I finl a messenger,
Betwixt us two to send.
BALLAD OF ICINGa ESTMERE.
JULIAN'S first rencounter, after re-entering the Castle, was with its young
Lord, who received him with his usual kindness and lightness of humour.
"Thrice welcome, Sir Knight of Dames," said the Earl; " here you rove
gallantly, and at free will, through our dominions, fulfilling of appointments, and achieving amorous adventures; while we are condemned to sit
in our royal halls, as dull and as immovable as if our Majesty was carved
on the stern of some Mann smuggling dogger, and christened the King
Arthur of Ramsey."
" Nay, in that case you would take the sea," said Julian, "and so enjoy
travel and adventure enough."
"Oh, but suppose me wind-bound, or detained in harbour by a revenue
pink, or ashore, if you like it, and lying high and dry upon the sand.
Imagine the royal image in the dullest of all predicaments, -and you have
not equalled mine."
"I am happy to hear, at least, that you have had no disagreeable employment," said Julian; "the morning's alarm has blown over, I suppose?"
"In faith it has, Julian; and our close inquiries cannot find any cause
for the apprehended insurrection. That Bridgenorth is in the island seems
certain; but private affairs of consequence are alleged as the cause of his
visit; and I am not desirous to have him arrested unless I could prove some
mnal-practices against him and his companions. In fact, it would seem we
had taken the alarm too soon. My mother speaks of consulting you on the
subject, Julian; and I will not anticipate her solemn communication. It
will be partly apologetical, I suppose; for we begin to think our retreat
rather unroyal, and that, like the wicked, we have fled when no man pursued. This idea afflicts my mother, who, as a Queen-Dowager, a QueenRegent, a heroine, and a woman in general, would be extremely mortified
to think that her precipitate retreat hither had exposed her to the ridicule
of the islanders; and she is disconcerted and out of humour accordingly.
In the meanwhile, my sole amusement has been the grimaces and fantastic
gestures of that ape Fenella, who is more out of humour, and more absurd,
in consequence, than you ever saw her. Morris says, it is because you
pushed her down stairs, Julian - how is that?"
"Nay, Morris has misreported me," answered Julian; "I did but lift he-r
vip stairs to be rid of her importunity; for she chose, in her way, to contest
my going abroad in such an obstinate manner, that I had no other mode of
getting rid of her."