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.

CHRONICLES OF THE CANONGATE. 351
The anguish produced by this self-reproof was so strong, that I put my hand
suddenly to my forehead, and was obliged to allege a sudden megrim to my
attendant, in apology for the action, and a slight groan with which it was
accompanied.
I then made an effort to turn my thoughts into a more philosophical current, and muttered half aloud, as a charm to lull any more painful thoughts
to restNunc ager Umbreni sub nomine, nuper Ofellh
Dirttcs. erit nulli proprious; sed cedit in utlS1u
ANunc mihi, nunc alii. Quocirca vivite fortes,
Fortiaque adversis opponite pectora rebus.*
In my anxiety to fix the philosophical precept in my mind, I recited the last
line aloud, which, joined to my previous agitation, I afterwards found became
the cause of a report, that a mad schoolmaster had come from Edinburgh,
with the idea in his head of buying Castle-Treddles.
As I saw my companion was desirous of getting rid of me, I asked where
I was to find the person in whose hands were left the map of the estate, and
other particulars connected with the sale. The agent who had this in posssssion, I was told, lived at the town of --; which I was informed, and
indeed knew well, was distant five miles and a bittock, which may pass in
a country where they are less lavish of their land, for two or three more.
Being somewhat afraid of the fatigue of walking so far, I inquired if a
horse, or any sort of a carriage was to be had, and was answered in the
negative.
But," said my cicerone, "you may halt a blink till next morning at the
Treddles Arms, a very decent house, scarce a mile off."
" A new house, I suppose?" replied I.
" Na, it's a new public, but it's an auld house; it was aye the Leddy's
jointure-house in the Croftangry-folk's time; but Mr. Treddles has fitted it
up for the convenience of the country. Poor-man, he was a public-spirited
man, when he had the means."
"Duntarkin a public-house 1" I exclaimed.
"Ay," said the fellow, surprised at my naming the place by its former
title, "ye'll hae been in this country before, I'm thinking?"
"Long since," I replied-" and there is good accommodation at the
what-d'ye-call-'em arms, and a civil landlord?" This I said by way of saying
something, for the man stared very hard at me.
"Very decent accommodation. Ye'll no be for fashing wi' wine, I'm
thinking, and there's walth o' porter, ale, and a drap gude whisky "-(in
an under tone)-" Fairntosh, if you can get on the lee-side of the gudewife
-for there is nae gudeman-They ca' her Christie Steele."
I almost stared at the sound. Christie Steele! Christie Steele was my
mother's body servant, her very right hand, and, between ourselves, something like a viceroy over her. I recollected her perfectly; and though she
had, in former times, been no favourite of mine, her name now sounded in
my ear like that of a friend, and was the first word I had heard somewhat
in unison with the associations around me. I sallied from Castle-Treddles,
determined to make the best of my way to Duntarkin, and my cicerone hung
by me for a little way, giving loose to his love of talking; an opportunity
which, situated as he was, the seneschal of a deserted castle, was not likely
to occur frequently.
" Some folk think," said my companion, "that Mar. Treddles might as
wecel have put my wife as Christie Steele into the Treddles-Arms, for Christie
* IORACE, Sat. TII. Lib. 2. The meaning will be best conveyed to the English reader in Pope's imitation:-
What's property, dear Swift? you see it alter Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford,
Froml you to me, fronm me to Peter Walter; Becomne the portion of a booby lord;
Or in a mortgage prove a lawyer's share; And Helmsley, once proud Buckingllam's delight,
Or in a jointure vanish firom the heir. Slides to a scrivener and city knight.
* *. * * * Let lands and houses have what lords they will,
Let us be fix'd, and our owvn masters still.