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.

THE ANTIQUARY. 143
graves afore they hear the last call -but, wi' your leave, I'se follow ye at
ony rate, and see what ye mak o't."
The party soon arrived at the ruins of the priory, and, having gained the
chancel, stood still to consider what course they were to pursue next. The
Antiquary, meantime, addressed the adept.
"Pray, Mr. Dousterswivel, what is your advice in this matter? Shall we
have most likelihood of success if we dig from east to west, or from west to
east? - or will you assist us with your triangular vial of May-dew, or with
your divining-rod of witches-hazel? —or will you have the goodness to
supply us with a few thumping blustering terms of art, which, if they fail
in our present service, may at least be useful to those who have not the happiness to be bachelors, to still their brawling children withal?"
"Mr. Oldenbuck," said Dousterswivel, doggedly, "I have told you already
you will make no good work at all, and I will find some way of mine own
to thank you for your civilities to me - yes, indeed."
"If your honours are thinking of tirling the floor," said old Edie, " and
wad but take a puir body's advice, I would begin below that muckle stane
that has the man there streekit out upon his back in the midst o't."
" I have some reasons for thinking favourably of that plan myself," said
the Baronet.
"And I have nothing to say against it," said Oldbuck: "it was not unusual to hide treasures in the tombs of the deceased-many instances might
be quoted of that from Bartholinus and others."
The tomb-stone, the same beneath which the coins had been found by Sir
Arthur and the German, was once more forced aside, and the earth gave
easy way to the spade.
"It's travell'd earth that, " said Edie, " it howks sae eithly; - I ken it
weel, for ance I wrought a.simmer wi' auld Will Winnet, the bedral, and
howkit mair graves than ane in my day; but I left him in winter, for it was
unco cald wark; and then it cam a green Yule, and the folk died thick and
fast-for ye ken a green Yule makes a fat kirkyard; and I never dowed to
bide a hard turn o' wark in my life - sae aff I gaed, and left Will to delve
his last dwellings by himsell for Edie."
The diggers were now so far advanced in their labours as to discover that
the sides of the grave which they were clearing out had been originally
secured by four walls of freestone, forming a parallelogram, for the reception, probably, of the coffin.
" It is worth while proceeding in our labours," said the Antiquary to Sir
Arthur, "were it but for curiosity's sake. I wonder on whose sepulchre
they have bestowed such uncommon pains."
"The arms on the shield," said Sir Arthur, and sighed as he spoke it,
"are the same with those on Misticot's tower, supposed to have been built
by Malcolm the usurper. No man knew where he was buried, and there
is an old prophecy in our family, that bodes us no good when his grave
shall be discovered."
"I wot," said the beggar, " I have often heard that when I was a bairnIf Malcolm the Misticot's grave were fun',
The lands of Knockwinnock were lost and won."
Oldbuck, with his spectacles on his nose, had already knelt down on the
monument, and was tracing, partly with his eye, partly with his finger, the
mouldered devices upon the effigy of the deceased warrior. "It is the
Knockwinnock arms, sure enough," he exclaimed, " quarterly with the coat
of Wardour."
"Richard, called the Red-handed Wardour, married Sybil Knockwinnock,
the heiress of the Saxon family, and by that alliance," said Sir Arthur,
" brought the castle and estate into the name of Wardour, in the year of
God 1150."