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.

TIE ANTIQUARY. 67
my young friend, that, charmed or uncharmed-secured by the potency of
Hypericon,
ypecon With vervain and with dill,
That hinder witches of their will,
or left disarmed and defenceless to the inroads of the invisible world, you
will give another night to the terrors of the haunted apartment, and another
day to your faithful and feal friends."
"I heartily wish I could, but""Nay, but me no buts —I have set my heart upon it."
"I am greatly Obliged, my dear sir, but""Look ye there, now —but again! —I hate but; I know no form of expression in which he can appear, that is amiable, excepting as a butt of sack.
But is to me a more detestable combination of letters than no itself. ATo is a
surly, honest fellow-speaks his mind rough and round' at once. But is a
sneaking, evasive, half-bred, exceptious sort of a conjunction, which comes
to pull away the cup just when it is at your lips-.. — it does allay
The good precedent-fie upon but yet I
But yet is as a jailor to bring forthi
Some monstrous malefactor.'
" Well, then," answered Lovel, whose motions were really undetermined
at the moment, " you shall not connect the recollection of my name with so
churlish a particle. I must soon think of leaving Fairport, I am afraidand I will, since you are good enough to wish it, take this opportunity of
spending another day here."
"' And you shall be rewarded, my boy. First, you shall see John o' the
Girnel's grave, and then we'll walk gently along the sands, the state of the
tide being first ascertained (for we will have no more Peter Wilkins adventures, no more Glum and Gawrie work), as far as Knockwinnock Castle, and
inquire after the old knight and my fair foe —which will but be barely civil,
and then" —--
"I beg pardon, my dear sir; but, perhaps, you had better adjourn your
visit till to-morrow-I am a stranger, you know."
" And are, therefore, the more bound to show civility, I should suppose.
But I beg your pardon for mentioning a word that perhaps belongs only to
a collector of antiquities —I am one of the old school,
When courtiers galloped o'er four counties
The ball's fair partner to behold,
And humbly hope she caught no cold."
"'Why, if-if-if you thought it would be expected-but I believe I had
better stay."
" Nay, nay, my good friend, I am not so old-fashioned as to press you to
what is disagreeable, neither-it is sufficient that I see there is some remora,
some cause of delay, some mid impediment, which I have no title to inquire
into. Or you are still somewhat tired, perhaps;-I warrant I find means to
entertain your intellects without fatiguing your limbs-I am no friend to
violent exertion myself —a walk in the garden once a-day is exercise enough
for any thinking being-none but a fool or a fox-hunter would require more.
Well, what shall we set about?'-my Essay on Castrametation —but I have
that in petto for our afternoon cordial; —or I will show you the controversy
upon Ossian's Poems between ~Mac-Cribb and me. I hold with the acute
Orcadian - he with the defenders of the authenticity; - the controversy
began in smooth, oily, lady-like terms, but is now waxing more sour and
eager as we get on-it already partakes somewhat of old Scaliger's style. I
fear the rogue will get some scent of that story of Ochiltree's —but at worst,
I have a hard repartee for him on the affair of the abstracted Antigonus-I
will show you his last epistle, and the scroll of my answer — egad, it is a
trimmer!"
So saying, the Antiquary opened a drawer, and began rummaging among