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.

THE HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN. 5-[9
stocked with milk-cows, yeald beasts, and sheep; a meeting-house, hard by,
frequented by serious Presbyterians, who had united in a harmonious call
to Reuben Butler to be their spiritual guide - Effie restored, not to gaiety,
but to cheerfulness at least-their father, with his grey hair smoothed down,
and spectacles on his nose-herself, with the maiden snood exchanged for a
matron's curch-all arranged in a pew in the said meeting-house, listening
to words of devotion, rendered sweeter and more powerful by the affectionate ties which combined them with the preacher. She cherished such visions
froni day to day, until her residence in London began to become insupportable and tedious to her; and it was with no ordinary satisfaction that she
received a summons from Argyle-house, requiring her in two days to be
prepared to join their northward party.
One was a female, who had grievous ill
Wrought in revenge, and she enjoy'd it still.
Sullen she was, and threatening; in her eye
Glared the stern triumph that she dared to die.
CRABnE.
T'HE, suimmons of preparation arrived after Jeanie Deans had resided in
the metropolis about three weeks.
On the morning appointed she took a grateful farewell of Mrs. Glass, as
that good woman's attention to her particularly required, placed herself and
her movable goods, which purchases and presents had greatly increased, in
a hackney-coach, and joined her travelling companions in the housekeeper's
apartment at Argyle-house. While the carriage was getting ready, she was
informed that the Duke wished to speak with her; and being ushered into
a splendid saloon, she was surprised to find that he wished to present her
to his lady and daughters.
"I bring you my little countrywoman, Duchess;" these were the words
of the introduction. "With an army of young fellows, as gallant and
steady as she is, and a good cause, I would not fear two to one."
" Ah, papa!" said a lively young lady, about twelve years old, " remember
you were full one to two at Sheriff-muir, and yet," (singing the well-known
ballad) —
"Some say that we, wan, and some say that they wan,
And some say that nane wan at a', man;
But of ae thing I'm sure, that on Sheriff-muir
A battle there was that I saw, man."
"What, little Mary turned Tory on my hands? - This will be fine news
for our countrywoman to carry down to Scotland!"
"We may all turn Tories for the thanks we have got for remaining
Whigs," said the second young lady.
"Well, hold your peace, you discontented monkeys, and go dress your
babies; and as for the Bob of Dunblane,
"If it wasna weel bohhbit, weel bolbbit, weel bobbit,
If it wasna weel bobbit, we'll bobb it again,"
"Papa's wit is running low," said Lady Mary; "the poor gentleman is
repeating himself —he sang that on the field of battle, when he was told
the Highlanders had cut his left wing to pieces with their claymores."
A pull by the hair was the repartee to this sally.
" Ah! brave Highlanders and bright claymores," said the Duke, "well