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.

72 PPWAVER LEY NOVELS. "What do I ken about that?" said Moniplies; "they go about roaring and seeking whom they may devour-doubtless, they like the food that they rage so much about — and, my lord, they say," added Moniplies, drawing up still closer to his master's side, "they say that Master Heriot has one spirit in his house already." " How, or what do you mean?" said Nigel; " I will break your head, you drunken knave, if you palter with me any longer." "Drunken?" answered his trusty adherent, "and is this the story? — why, how could I but drink your lordship's health on my bare knees, when Master Jenkin began it to me?-hang them that would not! —I would have cut the impudent knave's hams with my broadsword, that should make scruple of it, and so have made him kneel when he should have found it difficult to rise again. But touching the spirit," he proceeded, finding that his master made no answer to his valorous tirade, "your lordship has seen her with your own eyes." " I saw no spirit," said Glenvarloch, but yet breathing thick as one who expects some singular disclosure, " what mean you by a spirit?" "You saw a young lady conme in to prayers, that spoke not a word to any one, only made becks and bows to the old gentleman and lady of the houseken ye wha she is?" " No, indeed," answered Nigel; "some relation of the family, I suppose."' Deil a bit-deil a bit," answered Moniplies, hastily, " not a blood-drop's kin to them, if she had a drpp of blood in her body-I tell you but what all human beings allege to be truth, that dwell within hue and cry of Lombard Street -that lady, or quean, or whatever you choose to call her, has been dead in the body these many a year, though she haunts them, as we have seen, even at their very devotions." " You will allow her to be a good spirit at least," said Nigel Olifaunt, "since she chooses such a time to visit her friends?" " For that I kenna, my lord," answered the superstitious follower: " I ken no spirit that would have faced the right down hammer-blow of Mess John Knox, whom my father stood by in his very warst days, bating a chance time when the Court, which my father supplied with butcher-meat, was against him. But yon divine has another airt from powerful Master tollock, and Mess David Black, of North Leith, and sic like. - Alack-a-day! wha can ken, if it please your lordship, whether sic prayers as the Southron read out of their auld blethering black mess-book there, may not be as powerful to invite fiends, as a right red-het prayer warm frae the heart, may be powerful to drive them away, even as the Evil Spirit was driven by the smell of the fish's liverz from the bridal-chamber of Sara, the daughter of RIaguel? As to whilk story, nevertheless I make scruple to say whether it be truth or not, better men than I am having doubted on that matter." "Well, well, well," said his master, impatiently, " we are now near home, and I have permitted you to speak of this matter for once, that we may have an end of your prying folly, and your idiotical superstitions, for ever. For whom do you, or your absurd authors or informers, take this lady?" "I can say naething preceesely as to that," answered Moniplies; "certain it is her body died and was laid in the grave many a day since, notwithstanding she still wanders on earth, and chiefly amongst Maister Heriot's fllaily, though she hath been seen in other places by them that well knew her. But who she is, I will not warrant to say, or how she becomes attached, like a Highland Brownie, to some peculiar family. They say she has a row of apartments of her own, anteroom, parlour, and bedroom; but deil a bed she sleeps in but her own coffin, and the walls, doors, and windows, are so chinked up, as to prevent the least blink of daylight from entering; and then she dwells by torchlight- " "To what purpose, if she be a spirit?" said Nigel Olifaunt. " How can I tell your lordship?" answered his attendant. "I thank God,

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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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