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.

TItE ANTIQUARY. 233
"Do, sir?" exclaimed Hector, with his characteristic impatience,-" get
on the horse, and turn his head homeward -you will be at Knockwinnock
Castle in ten minutes."
"Ile is quite a free goer," said the servant, dismounting to adjust the
girths and stirrups,-" he only pulls a little if he feels a dead weight on
hin."
" I should soon be a dead weight off him, my friend," said the Antiquary.
-" What the devil, nephew, are you weary of me? or do you suppose me
weary of my life, that I should get on the back of such a Bucephalus as
that? No, no, my friend, if I am to be at Knockwinnock to-day, it must
be by walking quietly forward on my own feet, which I will do with as
little delay as possible. Captain M'Intyre may ride that animal himself, if
he pleases."
"I have little hope I could be of any use, uncle, but I cannot think of
their distress without wishing to show sympathy at least —so I will ride on
before, and announce to them that you are coming. — I'll trouble you for
your spurs, my friend."
" You will scarce need them, sir," said the man, taking them off at the
same time, and buckling them upon Captain lM'Intyre's heels; "he's very
frank to the road."
Oldbuck stood astonished at this last act of temerity. " Are you mad,
Hector?" he cried, "or have you forgotten what is said by Quintus Curtius,
with whom, as a soldier, you must needs be familiar,-lNAobilis equts umbra
quidema virgce regitur; ignavus ne calcari quidem excitari potest; which
plainly shows that spurs are useless in every case, and, I may add, dangerous in most."
But I-ector, who cared little for the opinion of either Quintus Curtius,
or of the Antiquary, upon such a topic, only answered with a heedless'Never fear-never fear, sir."
With that he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade,
Up to the rowel-head; and starting so,
He seemed in running to devouur the way,
Staying no longer question.
" There they go, well matched," said Oldbuck, looking after them as they
started-" a mad horse and a wild boy, the two most unruly creatures in
Christendom! and all to get half an hour sooner to a place where nobody
wants him; for I doubt Sir Arthur's griefs are beyond the cure of our
light horseman. It must be the villany of Dousterswivel, for whom Sir
Arthur has done so much; for I cannot help observing, that, with some
natures, Tacitus's maxim holdeth good: Beneficia eo l sque Iceta sunt dum
videntur exsolvi posse; ubi mnultumn antevenere, pro gratia odiumrl redditur,from which a wise man might take a caution, not to oblige any man beyond
the degree in which he may expect to be requited, lest he should make hidebtor a bankrupt in gratitude."
Murmuring to himself such scraps of cynical philosophy, our Antiquary
paced the sands towards Knockwinnock; but it is necessary we should outstrip him, for the purpose of explaining the reasons of his being so
anxiously summoned thither.
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