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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had declared on her first examination, with the purport of which the reader
will be made acquainted in proper time and place. "They wadna believe
her," she said, " and she had naething mair to tell them."
At length, Ratcliffe, though reluctantly, informed the sisters that there
was a necessity that they should part. " Mr. Novit," he said, " was to see
the prisoner, and maybe Mr. Langtale, too. Langtale likes to look at a
bonny lass, whether in prison or out o' prison."
Reluctantly, therefore, and slowly, after many a tear, and many an embrace, Jeanie retired from the apartment, and heard its jarring bolts turned
upon the dear being from whom she was separated. Somewhat familiarized now even with her rude conductor, she offered him a small present in
money, with a request he would do what he could for her sister's accommodation. To her surprise, Ratcliffe declined the fee. " I wasna bloody when
I was on the pad," he said, "and I winna be greedy-that is, beyond what's
right and reasonable-now that I am in the lock.-Keep the siller; and for
civility, your sister sall hae sic as I can bestow; but I hope you'll think
better on it, and rap an oath for her- deil a hair ill there is in it, if ye are
rapping again the crown. I kend a worthy minister, as gude a man, bating the
deed they deposed him for, as ever ye heard claver in a pu'pit, that rapped
to a hogshead of pigtail tobacco, just for as muckle as filled his spleuchan.*
But maybe ye are keeping your ain counsel - weel, weel, there's nae harm
in that. As for your sister, I'se see that she gets her meat clean and warm,
and I'll try to gar her lie down and take a sleep after dinner, for deil a ee
she'll close the night. I hae gude experience of these matters. The first
night is aye the warst o't. I hae never heard o' ane that sleepit the night
afore trial, but of mony a ane that sleepit as sound as a tap the night before
the necks were straughted. And it's nae wonder-the warst may be tholed
when it's kend -Better a finger aff as aye wagging."
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Yet though thou mayest be dragg'd in scorn
To yonder ig1nominious tree,
Thou shalt not want one faithfull friend
To share the cruel fates' decree.
JEMMY DAWSON.
AFTER spending the greater part of the morning in his devotions, (for his
benevolent neighbours had kindly insisted upon discharging his task of
ordinary labour,) David Deans entered the apartment when the breakfast
meal was prepared. His eyes were involuntarily cast down, for he was
afraid to look at Jeanie, uncertain as he was whether she might feel herself
at liberty, with a good conscience, to attend the Court of Justiciary that
day, to give the evidence which he understood that she possessed, in order
to her sister's exculpation. At length, after a minute of apprehensive hesitation, he looked at her dress to discover whether it seemed to be in her
contemplation to go abroad that morning. Her apparel was neat and plain,
but such as conveyed no exact intimation of her intentions to go abroad.
She had exchanged her usual garb for morning labour, for one something
inferior to that with which, as her best, she was wont to dress herself for
church, or any more rare occasion of going into society. Her sense taught
her, that it was respectful to be decent in her apparel on such an occasion,
while her feelings induced her to lay aside the use of the very few and
simple personal ornaments, which, on other occasions, she permitted her-'l'obacco pouch.