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.

214 WAVERtLEY NOVELS.
as you will be left to enjoy the society of my almoner, Mr. Gladsmoor, who
is a scholar and a man of the world."
Hector, his heart exulting at the thoughts of ranging through the preserves of Glenallan-iHouse, and over the well-protected moors of Clochnaben
-nay, joy of joys! the deer-forest of Strath-Bonnel - made many acknowledgments of the honour and gratitude he felt. Mr. Oldbuck was sensible
of the Earl's attention to his nephew; Miss M'Intyre was pleased because
her brother was gratified; and Miss Griselda Oldbuck looked forward with
glee to the potting of whole bags of moor-fowl and black-game, of which
Mir. Blattergowl was a professed admirer. Thus,-which is always the case
when a man of rank leaves a private family where he has studied to appear
obliging, - all were ready to open in praise of the Earl as soon as he had
taken his leave, and was wheeled off in his chariot by the four admired
bays. But the panegyric was cut short, for Oldbuck and his nephew deposited themselves in the Fairport hack, which, with one horse trotting, and
the other urged to a canter, creaked, jingled, and hobbled towards that
celebrated seaport, in a manner that formed a strong contrast to the rapidity
and smoothness with which Lord Glenallan's equipage had seemed to vanish
from their eyes.
Yes! I love justice well-as well as you doBut since the good dame's blind, she shall excuse me
If, time and reason fitting, I prove duinb;The breath I oitter now shall Ibe no means
To take away from ime my breathI in future.
OLD PLAY.
BY dint of charity from the town's people in aid of the load of provisions
he had brought with him into durance, Edie Ochiltree had passed a day or
two's confinement without much impatience, regretting his want of freedom
the less, as the weather proved broken and rainy.
" The prison," he said, "wasna sae dooms bad a place as it was ca'd.
Ye had aye a good roof ower your head to fend aff the weather, and, if the
windows werena glazed, it was the mair airy and pleasant for the summer
season. And there were folk enow to craclk wi', and he had bread eneugh
to eat, and what need he fash himsell about the rest o't?"
The courage of our philosophical niendicant began, however, to abate,
when the sunbeams shone fair on the rusty bars of his grated dungeon, and
a miserable linnet, whose cage some poor debtor had obtained permission to
attach to the window, began to greet them with his whistle.
" Ye're in better spirits than I alm," said Edie, addressing the bird, "for
I can neither whistle nor sing for thinking o' the bonny burnsides and green
shaws that I should hae been dandering beside in weather like this. But
hae-there's some crumbs t'ye, an ye are sae merry; and troth ye hae some
reason to sing an ye kent it, for your cage comes by nae faut o' your ain,
and I may thank mysell that I am closed up in this weary place."
Ochiltree's soliloquy was disturbed by a peace-officer, who came to
summon him to attend the magistrate. So he set forth in awful procession
between two poor creatures, neither of them so stout as he was himself, to
be conducted into the presence of inquisitorial justice. The people, as the
aged prisoner was led along by his decrepit guards, exclaimed to each other,
"Eh! see sic a grey-haired man as that is, to have committed a highway