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.

562 ~WAVERLEY NOVELS.
Ayrshire. Accordingly, the weeping-willow, the weeping-birch, and other
trees of early and pendulous shoots, flourish in these favoured recesses in a
degree unknown in our eastern districts; and the air is also said to possess
that mildness which is favourable to consumptive cases.
The picturesque beauty of the island of Roseneath, in particular, had
such recommendations, that the Earls and Dukes of Argyle, from an early
period, made it their occasional residence, and had their temporary accommodation in a fishing or hunting-lodge, which succeeding improvements
have since transformed into a palace. It was in its original simplicity,
when the little bark, which we left traversing the firth at the end of the last
chapter, approached the shores of the isle.
When they touched the landing-place, which was partly shrouded by some
old low but wide-spreading oak-trees, intermixed with hazel-bushes, two or
three figures were seen, as if awaiting their arrival. To these Jeanie paid
little attention, so that it was with a shock of surprise almost electrical, that,
upon being carried by the rowers out of the boat, to the shore, she was
received in the arms of her father!
It was too wonderful to be believed —too much like a happy dream to have
the stable feeling of reality. She extricated herself from his close and
affectionate embrace, and held him at arm's length, to satisfy her mind that
it was.no illusion. But the form was indisputable — Douce David Deans
himself, in his best light-blue Sunday's coat, with broad metal-buttons, and
waistcoat and breeches of the same, his strong gramashes or leggins of thick
grey cloth-the very copper buckles-the broad Lowland blue bonnet, thrown
back as he lifted his eyes to Heaven in speechless gratitude-the grey locks
that straggled from beneath it down his weather-beaten " haffets" —the bald
and- furrowed forehead -the clear blue eye, that, undimmed by years,
gleamed bright and pale from under its shaggy grey pent-house - the features, usually so stern and stoical, now melted into the unwonted expression
of rapturous joy, affection, and gratitude - were all those of David Deans;
and so happily did they assort together, that, should I ever again see my
friends Wilkie or Allan, I will try to borrow or steal from them a sketch
of this very scene.
" Jeanie —my ain Jeanie- my best- my maist dutiful bairn-the Lord
of Israel be thy father, for I am hardly worthy of thee! Thou hast redeemed our captivity-brought back the honour of our house. Bless thee,
mybairn, with mercies promised and purchased! But He has blessed thee,
in the good of which Hie has made thee the instrument."
These words broke from him not without tears, though David was of no
melting mood. Archibald had, with delicate attention, withdrawn the spectators from the interview, so that the wood and setting sun alone were witnesses of the expansion of their feelings.
" And Effie? - and Effie, dear father?" was an eager interjectional question which Jeanie repeatedly threw in among her expressions of joyful
thankfulness.
"Ye will hear —ye will hear," said David hastily, and ever and anon
renewed his grateful acknowledgments to Heaven for sending Jeanie safe
down from the land of prelatic deadness and schismatic heresy; and had
delivered her from the dangers of the way, and the lions that were in the
path.
" And Effie?" repeated her affectionate sister again and again. " Andand" —(fain would she have said Butler, but she modified the direct inquiry)
"and Mr. and Mrs. Saddletree - and Dumbiedikes -- and a' friends?"
" A' weel - a' weel, praise to His name!"
"' And Mr. Butler - he wasna weel. when I gaed awa?"
"' He is quite mended - quite weel," replied her father.
"Thank God! - but 0, dear father, Effie? - Effie?"
"You will never see her mair, my bairn," answered Deans in a solemn