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.

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mind as thae corbies in the Gallowgate -an I am to lose by ye, I'se ne'er
deny I hae won by ye mony a fair pund sterling - Sae, an it come to the
warst, I'se e'en lay the head o' the sow to the tail o' the grice."'*
I did not altogether understand the proverbial arrangement with which
Mr. Jarvie consoled himself, but I could easily see that he took a kind and
friendly interest in the arrangement of my father's affairs, suggested several expedients, approved several plans proposed by Owen, and, by his countenance and counsel, greatly abated the gloom upon the brow of that
afflicted delegate of my father's establishment.
As I was an idle spectator on this occasion, and, perhaps, as I showed
some inclination more than once to return to the prohibited, and, apparently, the puzzling subject of Mr. Campbell, Mr. Jarvie dismissed me' with
little formality, with an advice to "gang up the gate to the college, where I
wad find some chields could speak Greek and Latin weel, - at least they
got plenty o' siller for doing deil haet else, if they didna do that; and
where I might read a spell o' the worthy Mr. Zachary Boyd's translation o'
the Scriptures —better poetry need nane to be, as he had been tell'd by
them that ken'd or suld hae ken'd about sic things." But he seasoned
this dismission with a kind and hospitable invitation " to come back and
take part o' his family-chack, at ane preceesely -there wad be a leg o'
mutton, and, it might be, a tup's head, for they were in season;" but, above
all, I was to return at " ane o'clock preceesely -it was the hour he and
the deacon his father aye dined at —they pat it off for naething nor for
naebody."
So stands the Thracian herdsman with his spear
Full in the gap, and hopes the hunted bear;
And hears him in the rustling wood, and sees
His course at distance by the bending trees,
And thinks - Here comes my mortal enemy,
And either he must fall in fight, or I.
PALAMON AND ADRCITE.
I TOOK the route towards the college, as recommended by Mr. Jarvie,
less with the intention of seeking for any object of interest or amusement,
than to arrange my own ideas, and meditate on my future conduct. I wandered from one quadrangle of old-fashioned buildings to another, and from
thence to the College-yards, or walking ground, where, pleased with the
solitude of the place, most of the students being engaged in their classes, I
took several turns, pondering on the waywardness of my own destiny.
I could not doubt, from the circumstances attending my first meeting with
this person Campbell, that he was engaged in some strangely desperate
courses; and the reluctance with which Mr. Jarvie alluded to his person or
pursuits, as well as all the scene of the preceding night, tended to confirm
these suspicions. Yet to this man Diana Vernon had not, it would seem,
hesitated to address herself in my behalf; and the conduct of the magistrate
himself towards him showed an odd mixture of kindness, and even respect,
with pity and censure. Something ther6 must be uncommon in Campbell's
situation and character; and what was still more extraordinary, it seemed
* Anglice, the head of the sor to the tail of the pig.
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