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.

570 WAVERILEY NOVELS.
The Justice promised attention to his requests; but reminded him, with
great dignity, that his present complacent and submissive behaviour ought,
for his own sake, to have been adopted from the beginning, instead of disturbing the presence of magistracy with such atrocious marks of the malignant, rebellious, and murderous spirit of Popery, as he had at first exhibited.
" Yet," he said, " as he was a goodly young man, and of honourable quality,
he would not suffer him to be dragged through the streets as a felon, but
had ordered a coach for his accommodation."
His honour, Master Maulstatute, uttered the word " coach" with the importance of one who, as Dr. Johnson saith of later date, is conscious of the
dignity of putting horses to his chariot. The worshipful Master Maulstatute
did not, however, on this occasion, do Julian the honour of yoking to his
huge family caroche the two " frampal jades," (to use the term of the period,)
which were wont to drag that ark to the meeting-house of pure and precious
Master Howlaglass on a Thursday's evening for lecture, and on a Sunday
for a four-hours' sermon. He had recourse to a leathern convenience, then
more rare, but just introduced, with every prospect of the great facility
which has since been afforded by hackney coaches, to all manner of communication, honest and dishonest, legal and illegal. Our friend Julian,
hitherto much more accustomed to the saddle than to any other conveyance,
soon found himself in a hackney carriage, with the constable and two assistants for his companions, armed up to the teeth -the port of destination
being, as they had already intimated, the ancient fortress of Newgate.'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail-Pray look on hlim,
But at a wary distance-rouse him notHe bays not till he worries.
THE BLACK DOG OF NEWsATE.
THE coach stopped before those tremendous gates, which resemble those
of Tartarus, save only that they rather more frequently permit safe and
honourable egress; although at the price of the same anxiety and labour
with which Hercules, and one or two of the demi-gods, extricated themselves
from the IHell of the ancient mythology, and sometimes, it is said, by the
assistance of the golden boughs.
Julian stepped out of the vehicle, carefully supported on either side by
his companions, and also by one or two turnkeys, whom the first summons
of the deep bell'at the gate had called to their assistance. That attention,
it may be guessed, was not bestowed lest he should make a false step, so
much as for fear of his attempting an escape, of which he had no intentions.'A few prentices and straggling boys of the neighbouring market, which
derived considerable advantage from increase of custom, in consequence of
the numerous committals on account of the Popish Plot, and who therefore
were zealous Protestants, saluted him on his descent with jubilee shouts of
"Whoop, Papist! whoop, Papist! D -n to the Pope, and all his adherents!"
Under such auspices, Peveril was ushered in beneath that gloomy gateway, where so many bid adieu on their entrance at once to honour and to
life. The dark and dismal arch under which he soon found himself, opened
upon a large court-yard, where a number of debtors were employed in
playing at hand-ball, pitch-and-toss, hustle-cap, and other games; for which
relaxations the rigour of their creditors afforded them full leisure, while it