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.

5(3 ~ F~`WAVE1RLEY NOVELS.
how soon Mionkbarns had devolved on an heir female, I've a notion;and while he was occupied in this Christian office of consolation against
impending evil, I reckon that the chicken-pie and my good port disappeared?"
" Dear brother, how can you speak of sic frivolities, when you htave had
sic an escape from the craig?"
" Better than my supper has had from the minister's craig, Grizzie - it's
all discussed, I suppose?"
" Hout, Monkbarns, ye speak as if there was nae mair meat in the house
— wad ye not have had me offer the honest man some slight refreshmlent
after his walk frae the manse?"
Oldbuck half-whistled, half-hummled, the end of the old Scottish ditty,
0, first they eated the white puddings,
And then they eated the black, 0,
And tloulght the gudemdn unto himsell,
TFrie deil clink down wi' that, 0!
His sister hastened to silence his murmurs, by proposing solme of the
relics of the dinner. IHe spoke of another bottle of wine, but recomrended in preference a glass of brandy which was really excellent. As
1o entreaties could prevail on Level to indue.the velvet night-cap and
branched morning-gown of his host, Oldbuck,- who pretended to a little
knowledge of the medical art, insisted on his going to bed as soon as possible, and proposed to despatch a messenger (the indefiatigable Caxon) to
Fairport early in the morning, to procure him a change of clothes.
This was the first intimation Miss Oldbuck had received that the voung
stranger was to be their guest for the night; and such was the surprise'-?
with which she was struck by a proposal so uncommon, that, had the
superincumbent weight of her head-dress, such as we before described,
been less preponderant, her grey locks must have started up on end, and
hurled it from its position.
"Lord haud a care o' us!" exclaimed the astounded maiden.
" What's the matter now, Grizel?"
" Wad ye but just speak a moment, TMonkbarns?"
"Speak I — what should I speak about? I want to get to my bed - and
this poor young fellow-let a bed be made ready for him instantly."
"A bed?-The Lord preserve us!" again ejaculated Grizel.
" Why, what's the matter now? - are there not beds and rooms enough
in the house? - was it not an ancient wospiitium, in which I am warranted
to say, beds were nightly made down for a score of pilgrims?"
"' 0 dear, Monkbarns! wha kens what they might do lang syne?-but in
our time-beds —ay, troth, there's beds enow sic as they are — ancl rooms
enow too -but ye ken yoursell the beds haena been sleepit in, Lord kens
the time, nor the rooms aired. - If I had kenn'd, Mary and me might hao
gane down to the manse - Miss Beckie is aye fond to see us - (and sac is
thle minister, brother)-But now, gude save us!"" s there not the Green Room, Grizel?"
"Troth is there, and it is in decent order too, thou gh naebody has sleepit
there since Dr. Heavysterne, and"" And what?"
"And what! I am. sure ye ken yoursell what a night he had —ye watna
expose the young gentlemnan to the like o' that, wad ye?"
Level interfered upon hearing this altercation, and proteste.d he rwoulld f ar
rather walk homle than put them to the least inco-ivenience-'hat the exercise would be of service to hiim-that he knew the road perfectly, by nih'l-t
or day, to Fairport- t that the storlla was abating, and so forth;-.eddeing acll
that civility could'sugnoest as an1 eXcuse for escaping from la ileopitllty
which seeOcd more inconvenient to his hlost thaln he could posl il,' y i: e
ailtici rat c - iBn tlo' h'- in.g of tho e w'lnd, and the p.ii Uf t.l. 1-