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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speak o', ye sail see the sincere professor, as ye ca' him, towed at the stern
of my boat for a few furlongs. I'll try if the water of the Haly Loch winna
wash off scruples as weel as fleas-Cot tam!, "
The rest of Duncan's threat was lost in a growling gurgling sort of sound,
which he made in his throat, and which menaced recusants with no gentle
means of conversion. David Deans would certainly have given battle in
defence of the right of the Christian congregation to.be consulted in the
choice of their own pastor, which, in his estimation, was one of the choicest
and most inalienable of their privileges; but he had again engaged in close
conversation with Jeanie, and, with more interest than he was in use to take
in affairs foreign alike to his occupation and to his religious tenets, was
inquiring into the particulars of her London journey. This was, perhaps,
fortunate for the new-formed friendship betwixt him and the Captain of
Knockdunder, which rested, in David's estimation, upon the proofs he had
given of his skill in managing stock; but, in reality, upon the special
charge transmitted to Duncan from the Duke and his agent, to behave with
the utmost attention to Deans and his family.
" And now, sirs," said Duncan, in a commanding tone, " I am to pray ye
a' to come in to your supper, for yonder is Mr. Archibald half famished,
and a Saxon woman, that looks as if her een were fleeing out o' her head
wi' fear and wonder, as if she had never seen a shentleman in a philabeg
pefore."
" And Reuben Butler," said David, " will doubtless desire instantly to
retire, that he may prepare his mind for the exercise of to-morrow, that his
work may suit the day, and be an offering of a sweet savour in the nostrils
of the reverend presbytery."
"Hout, tout, man, it's but little ye ken about them," interrupted the
Captain. " Tell a ane o' them wad gae the savour of the hot venison pasty
which I smell" (turning his squab nose up in the air) " a' the way frae the
Lodge, for a' that Mr. Putler, or you either, can say to them."
David groaned; but judging he had to do with a Gallio, as he said, did
not think it worth his while to give battle. They followed the Captain to
the house, and arranged themselves with great ceremony round a well-loaded
supper-table. The only other circumstance of the evening worthy to be
recorded is, that Butler pronounced the blessing; that Knockdunder found
it too long, and David Deans censured it as too short, from which the charitable reader may conclude it was exactly the proper length.
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Now turn the Psalms of David ower,
And lilt wi' holy clangor;
Of double verse come gie us four,
And skirt up the Bangor.
BURNS.
THE next was the important day, when, according to the forms and ritual
of the Scottish Kirk, Reuben Butler was to be ordained minister of Knocktarlitie by the Presbytery of. And so eager were the whole party,
that all, excepting Mrs. Dutton, the destined Cowslip of Inverary, were
stirring at an early hour.
Their host, whose appetite was as quick and keen as his temper, was not
long in summoning them to a substantial breakfast, where there were at
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