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.

264 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
and something else, very deeply at stake, I promise you I would not again
look at him for all Woodstock."
"You must, though," said the Doctor, suddenly pausing, "for here is the
place where he lies. Come hither deep into the copse; take care of stumbling - Here is a place just fitting, and we will draw the briars over the
grave afterwards."
As the Doctor thus issued his directions, he assisted also in the execution
of them; and while his attendant laboured to dig a shallow and mishapen
grave, a task which the state of the soil, perplexed with roots, and hardened
by the influence of the frost, rendered very difficult, the divine read a few
passages out of the funeral service, partly in order to appease the superstitious terrors of Joceline, and partly because he held it matter of conscience
not to deny the Church's rites to one who had requested their aid in
extremity.
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Case ye, case ye,-on with your vizards.
HENRY IV.
THE company whom we had left in Victor Lee's parlour were about to
separate for the night, and had risen to take a formal leave of each other,
when a tap was heard at the hall-door. Albert, the vidette of the party,
hastened to open it, enjoining, as he left the room, the rest to remain quiet,
until he had ascertained the cause of the knocking. When he gained the
portal, he called to know who was there, and what they wanted at so late
an hour.
"It is only me," answered a treble voice.
"And what is your name, my little fellow?" said Albert.
"Spitfire, sir," replied the voice without.
"Spitfire?" said Albert.
"Yes, sir," replied the voice; "all the world calls me so, and Colonel
Everard himself. But my name is Spittal for all that."
"Colonel Everard? arrive you from him?" demanded young Lee.
"No, sir; I come, sir, from Roger Wildrake, esquire, of Squattlesea-mere,
if it like you," said the boy; " and I have brought a token to Mistress Lee,
which I am to give into her own hands, if you would but open the door,
sir, and let me in —but I can do nothing with a three-inch board between us."
" It is some freak of that drunken rakehell," said Albert, in a low voice,
to his sister, who had crept out after him on tiptoe.
" Yet, let us not be hasty in concluding so," said the young lady; " at this
moment the least trifle may be of consequence. -What tokens has Master
Wildrake sent me, my little boy?"
"Nay, nothing very valuable neither," replied the boy, " but he was so
anxious you should get it, that he put me out of window as one would chuck
out a kitten, that I might not be stopped by,the soldiers."
" Hear you?" said Alice to her brother; " undo the gate, for God's sake."
Her brother, to whom her feelings of suspicion were now sufficiently communicated, opened the gate in haste, and admitted the boy, whose appearance, not much dissimilar to that of a skinned rabbit in a livery, or a monkey at a fair, would at another time have furnished them with amusement.
The urchin messenger entered the hall, making several odd bows and