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.

584 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
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Now butt and bell the change-house fills
Wi' yill-caup commentators,Here's crying out for bakes and gills,
And there the pint-stoup clatters.
Wi' thick and thrang, and loud and lang,Wi' logic and wi' scripture,
They raise a din that in the end
Is like to breed a rupture,
O' wrath that day.
BURNS.
A PLENTIFUL entertainment, at the Duke of Argyle's cost, regaled the
reverend gentlemen who had assisted at the ordination of Reuben Butler,
and almost all the respectable part of the parish. The feast was, indeed,
such as the country itself furnished; for plenty of all the requisites for " a
rough and round dinner" were always at Duncan of Knock's command.
There was the beef and mutton on the braes, the fresh and salt-water fish
in the lochs, the brooks, and firth; game of every kind, from the deer to
the leveret, were to be had for the killing, in the Duke's forests, moors,
heaths, and mosses; and for liquor, home-brewed ale flowed as freely as
water; brandy and usquebaugh both were had in those happy times without duty; even white wine and claret were got for nothing, since the Duke's
extensive rights of admiralty gave him a title to all the wine in cask which
is drifted ashore on the western coast and isles of Scotland, when shipping
have suffered by severe weather. In short, as Duncan boasted, the entertainment did not cost MacCallummore a plack out of his sporran, and was
nevertheless not only liberal, but overflowing.
The Duke's. health was solemnized in a bond fide bumper, and David
Deans himself added perhaps the first huzza that his lungs had ever uttered,
to swell the shout with which the pledge was received. Nay, so exalted in
heart. was he upon this memoi'able occasion, and so much disposed to be
indulgent, that he expressed no dissatisfaction when three bagpipers struck
up, "The Campbells are coming." The health of the reverend minister of
Knocktarlitie was received with similar honours; and there was a roar of
laughter, when one of his brethren slyly subjoined the addition of, "A good
wife to our brother, to keep the Manse in order." On this occasion David
Deans was delivered of his first-born joke; and apparently the parturition
was accompanied with many throes, for sorely did he twist about his physiognomy, and much did he stumble in his speech, before he could express
his idea, " That the lad being now wedded to his spiritual bride, it was hard
to threaten him with ane temporal spouse in the same day." He then
laughed a hoarse and brief laugh, and was suddenly grave and silent, as if
abashed at his own vivacious effort.
After another toast or two, Jeanie, Mrs. Dolly, and such of the female
natives as had honoured the feast with their presence, retired to David's
new dwelling at Auchingower, and left the gentlemen to their potations.
The feast proceeded with great glee. The conversation, where Duncan
had it under his direction, was not indeed always strictly canonidal, but
David Deans escaped any risk of being scandalized, by engaging with one
of his neighbours in a recapitulation of the sufferings of Ayrshire and Lanarkshire, during what was called the invasion of the Highland Host; the
prudent Mr. Meiklehose cautioning them from time to time to lower their
voices, for that Duncan Knock's father had been at that onslaught, and
brought back muckle gude plenishing, and that Duncan was no unlikely to
hae been there himself, for what he kend."