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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whom he had received so deep an injury, he repeated the solemn words of
Scripture,-"'Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, and I will repay it.'-I,
whom thou hast injured, will be first to render thee the decent offices due
to the dead."
So saying, he covered the dead body with his cloak, and then looking on
it for a moment, seemed to reflect on what he had next to perform. As the
eye of the injured man slowly passed from the body of the seducer to the
partner and victim of his crime, who had sunk down to his feet, which she
clasped without venturing to look up, his features, naturally coarse and
saturnine, assumed a dignity of expression which overhwed the young
Tcmplars, and repulsed the officious forwardness of Richie Moniplies, who
was at first eager to have thrust in his advice and opinion. "Kneel not to
Me, woman," he said, " but kneel to the God thou hast offended, more than
thou couldst offend such another worm as thyself. How often have I told
thee, when thou wert at the gayest and the lightest, that pride goeth before
destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall? Vanity brought folly, and
folly brought sin, and sin hath brought death, his original companion.
Thou must needs leave duty, and decency, and domestic love, to revel it
gaily with the wild and with the wicked; and there thou liest, like a crushed
worm, writhing beside the lifeless body of thy paramour. Thou hast done
me much wrong-dishonoured me among friends-driven credit from my
house, and peace from my fireside-But thou wert my first and only love,
and I will not see thee an utter castaway, if it lies with me to prevent it.Gentlemen, I render ye such thanks as a broken-hearted man can give.Richard, commend me to your honourable master. - I added gall to the
bitterness of his affliction, but I was deluded. —Rise up, woman, and follow
me."
He raised her up by the arm, while, with streaming eyes, and bitter sobs,
she endeavoured to express her penitence. She kept her hands spread over
her face, yet suffered him to lead her away; and it was only as they turned
around a brake which concealed the scene they had left, that she turned
back, and casting one wild and hurried glance towards the corpse of DalgaLrno, uttered a shriek, and clinging to her husband's arm, exclaimed
wildly, —" Save me-save me! They have murdered him 1"
Lowestoffe was much moved by what he had witnessed; but he was
ashamed, as a town gallant, of his own unfashionable emotion, and did a
force to his feelings when he exclaimed, -" Ay, let them go - the kindhearted, believing, forgiving husband-the liberal accommodating spouse.
Oh, what a generous creature is your true London husband!-Horns hath
he, but, tame as a fatted ox, he goreth not. I should like to see her
when she has exchanged her mask and riding-beaver for her peaked hat
and muffler. We will visit them at Paul's Wharf, coz -it will be a convenient acquaintance."
"You had better think of catching the gipsy thief, Lutin," said Richie
Moniplies; "for, by my faith, he is off with his master's baggage and the
siller."
A keeper, with his assistants, and several other persons, had now come
to the spot, and made hue and cry after Lutin, but in vain. To their custody the Templars surrendered the dead bodies, and after going through
some formal investigation, they returned, with Richard and Vincent, to
London, where they received great applause for their gallantry.-Vincent's
errors were easily expiated, in consideration of his having been the means of
breaking up this band of villains; and there is some reason to think, that
what would have diminished the credit of the action in other instances,
rather added to it in the actual circumstances, namely, that they came too
late to save Lord Dalgarno.
George Heriot, who suspected how matters stood with Vincent, requested
and obtained permission from his master to send the poor young fellow on