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.

492 WAVE RLEY N OVELS.
influence over him which he had expected to possess. After a moment's
pause, however, he said, with coolness, " My conduct is open to men and
angels. The deed was not done in a corner-I am here in arms to avow it,
and care not where, or by whom, I am called on to do so -whether in the
council, the field of battle, the place of execution, or the day of the last
great trial. I will not now'discuss it further with one who is yet on the
other side of the veil. But if you will cast in your lot with us as a brother,
come with me to the council, who are still sitting, to arrange the future
march of the army, and the means of improving our victory."
Mortor arose and followed him in silence,-not greatly delighted with his
associate, and better satisfied with the general justice of the cause which he
had espoused, than either with the measures or the motives of many of those
who were embarked in it.
UGyqfer t1p CTintq- Detanul
And look how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain-so many hollow factions.
TROILus AND CnEssIDA.
IN a hollow of the hill, about a quarter of a mile from the field of battle,
was a shepherd's hut-a miserable cottage, which, as the only enclosed spot
within a moderate distance, the leaders of the presbyterian army had chosen
for their council-house. Towards this spot Burley guided Morton, who was
surprised, as he approached it, at the multifarious confusion of sounds
which issued from its precincts. The calm and anxious gravity which it
might be supposed would have presided in councils held on such important
subjects, and at a period so critical, seemed to have given place to discord
wild, and loud uproar, which fell on the ear of their new ally as an evil
augury of their future measures. As they approached the door, they found
it open indeed, but choked up with the bodies and heads of countrynien,
who, though no members of the council, felt no scruple in intruding themselves upon deliberations in which they were so deeply interested. By
expostulation, by threats, and even by some degree of violence, Burley, the
sternness of whose character maintained a sort of superiority over these
disorderly forces, compelled the intruders to retire, and, introducing Morton
into the cottage, secured the door behind them against impertinent curiosity.
At a less agitating moment, the young man might have been entertained
with the singular scene of which he now found himself an auditor and a
spectator.
The precincts of the gloomy and ruinous hut were enlightened partly by
some furze which blazed on the hearth, the smoke whereof, having no legal
vent, eddied around, and formed over the heads of the assembled council a
clouded canopy-as opaque as their metaphysical theology-through which,
like stars through mists, were dimly seen to twinkle a few blinking candles,
or rather rushes dipped in tallow, the property of the poor owner of the
cottage, which were stuck to the walls by patches of wet clay. This broken
and dusky light showed many a countenance elated with spiritual pride, or
rendered dark by fierce enthusiasm; and some whose anxious, wandering,
and uncertain looks, showed they felt themselves rashly embarked in a
cause which they had neither courage nor conduct to bring to a good issue,
yet knew not how to abandon, for very shame. They were, indeed, a
doubtful and disunited body. The most active of their number were those