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.

1.96 WAVELEY NOVEILS.
"You indeed know all that I can say- And now, heir of Glenallan, car
you forgive me?"
" Ask forgiveness of God, and not of man," said the Earl, turning oawaay.
" Ancl how shall I ask of the pure and unstained what is denied to me
by-a sinner like rmysell? If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? - Hae I had
a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay
upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? - Has not my house been burn'd, wi'
my bairn in the cradle? - Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others
weather'd the gale?9- Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd
penance for my sin?-I-as not the fire had its share o' them - the winds
had their part —the sea had her prt? —And 0!" she added, with a
lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards heaven, and then bending
her eyes on the floor - " 0 that the earth would take her part, that's been
lang lang wearying to be joined to it i"
Lord Glenallan had reached the door of the cottage, but the generosity
of his nature did not permit him to leave the unhappy woman in this state
of desperate reprobation. " aay God forgive thee, wretched woman," he
said, " as sincerely as I do! - Turn for mercy to Him, who can alone grant
mercy, and may your prayers be heard as if they were mine own!-I will
send a religious man."
" Na, na — nae priest! nae priest!" she ejaculated; and the door of the
cottage opening as she spoke, prevented her from proceeding.
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Still in his dead hand clenched remain the strings'rhat thrill his father's heart -e'en as the 1limh,
Lopped off and laid ill grave, retains, they tell us,
Strange commerce with the mutilated stump,'hose nerves are twinging still in maimed existence.
OLD PLAY.,
TaE Antiquary, as we informed the reader in the end of the thirty-first
chapter, had shaken off the company of worthy Mr. Blattergowl, although
he offered to entertain him with an abstract of the ablest speech he had
ever known in the teind court, delivered by the procurator for the church
in the remarkable case of the parish of Gatherem. Resisting this temptation, our senior preferred a solitary path, -which again conducted him to
the cottage of Mucklebackit. When he came in front of the fisherman's
hut, he observed a man working intently, as if to repair a shattered boat
which lay upon the beach, and, going up to him, was surprised to find it
was Mucklebackit himself. "I am glad," he said, in a tone of sympathy
- " I am glad, Saunders, that you feel yourself able to make this exertion."
" And what would ye have me to do," answered the fisher gruffly, "unless I wanted to see four children starve, because ane is drowned? It's
weel wi' you gentles, that can sit in the house wi' handkerchers at your een
when ye lose a friend; but the like o' us mann to our wark again, if our
hearts were beating as hard as my hammer."
Without taking more notice of Oldbuck he proceeded in his labour; annd
the Antiquary, to whom the display of human nature under the influence
of agitatin~ passions was never indifferent, stood beside him, in silent attention, as lf watching the progress of the work. He observed more than
once the man's hard features, as if by the force of association, prepare to
accompany the sound of the saw and hammer with his usual symphony of