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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myself within the compass of the act, having wilfully clothed my conduct
with all the colour and livery of guilt."
I combated both his arguments and his jargon with much indignation
and scorn, apd observed, " That I should, if necessary, produce the bail of
my relations, which I conceived could not be refused, without subjecting
the magistrate in a misdemeanour."
" Pardon me, my good sir-pardon me," said the insatiable clerk; "this
is a case in which neither bail nor mainprize can be received, the felon who
is liable to be committed on heavy grounds of suspicion, not being replevisable under the statute of the 3d of King Edward, there being in that act
an express exception of such as be charged of commandment, or force, and
aid of felony done;" and he hinted that his worship would do well to remembei that such were no way replevisable by common writ, nor without.
writ.
At this period of the conversation a servant entered, and delivered a letter
to Mr. Jobson. He had no sooner run it hastily over, than he exclaimed,
with the air of one who wished to appear much vexed at the interruption,
and felt the consequence attached to a man of multifarious avocations"Good God I - why, at this rate, I shall have neither time to attend to the
public concerns nor my own —no rest-no quiet-I wish to Heaven another
gentleman in our line would settle here!"
" God forbid!" said the Justice, in a tone of sotto-voce deprecation; "some
of us have enough of one of the tribe."
" This is a matter of life and death, if your worship pleases."
"In God's name! no more justice business, I hope," said the alarmed
magistrate.
" No-no," replied Mr. Jobson, very consequentially; "old Gaffer Lutledge of Grime's-hill is subpoena'd for the next world; he has sent an express for Dr. Kill-down to put in bail —another for me to arrange his
worldly affairs."
" Away with you, then," said Mr. Inglewood, hastily; " his may not be a
replevisable case under the statute, you know, or Mr. Justice Death may
not like the doctor for a main pernor, or bailsman."
" And yet," said Jobison, lingering as he moved towards the door, " if my
presence here be necessary-I could make out the warrant for committal in
a moment, and the constable is below-And you have heard," he said, lowering his voice, "Mr. Rashleigh's opinion"-the rest was lost in a whisper.
The Justice replied aloud, "I tell thee no, man, no -we'll do nought
till thou return, man;'tis but a four-mile ride-Come, push the bottle, Mr.
Morris - Don't be cast down, Mr. Osbaldistone - And you, my rose of the
wilderness-one cup of claret to refresh the bloom of your cheeks."
Diana started, as if from a reverie, in which she appeared to have been
plunged while we held this discussion. " No, Justice - I should be afraid
of -transferring the bloom to a part of my face where it would show to little
advantage; but I will pledge you in a cooler beverage;" and, fillinm a glass
with water, she drank it hastily, while her hurried manner belied her''assumed gaiety.
I had not much leisure to make remarks upon her demeanour, however,
being full of vexation at the interference of fresh obstacles to an instant
examination of the disgraceful and impertinent charge which was brought
against me. But there was no moving the Justice to take the matter up in
absence of his clerk, an incident which gave* him, apparently as much
pleasure as a holiday to a school-boy. He persisted in his endeavours to
inspire jollityinto a company, the individuals of which, whether considered
with'reference to each other, or to their respective situations, were by no
means inclined to mirth. " Come,:aster Morris, you're not the first man
that's been robbed, I trow- grievinne'er brought back loss, man. And
you, Mr. Frank Osbaldistone, are not the first bully-boy that has said stand