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.

486 WAV ERL EY NOVELS.
" By no means," said Ganlesse - " a glass of champagne will serve in a
scarcity of better."
"The cork shall start obsequious to my thumb,"
said Smith; and as he spoke, he untwisted the wire, and the cork struck
the roof of the cabin. Each guest took a large rumtuer glass of the sparkling beverage, which Peveril had judgment and experience enough to pronounce exquisite.
" Give me your hand, sir," said Smith; "it is the first word of sense you
have spoken this evening."
" Wisdom, sir," replied Peveril, "is like the best ware in the pedlar's
pack, which he never produces till he knows his customer."
Sharp as mustard," returned the bon vivcnt; " but be wise, most noble
pedlar, and take another rummer of this same flask, which you see I have
held in an oblique position for your service —not permitting it to retrograde
to the perpendicular. Nay, take it off before the bubble bursts on the rim,
and the zest is gone."
"You do me honour, sir," said Peveril, taking the second glass. "I
wish you a better office than that of my cup-bearer."
"You cannot wish Will Smith one more congenial to his nature," said
Ganlesse. "Others have a selfish delight in the objects of sense. TVill
thrives, and is happy by imparting them to his friends."
"Better help men to pleasures than to pains, Master Ganlesse," answered
Smith, somewhat angrily.
" Nay, wrath thee not, Will," said Ganlesse; "and speak no words in
haste, lest you may have cause to repent at leisure. Do I blame thy social
concern for the pleasures of others? Why, man, thou dost therein most
philosophically multiply thine own. A man has but one throat, and can
but eat, with his best efforts, some five or six times a-day; but thou dinest
with every friend that cuts up a capon, and art quaffing wine in other men's
gullets, from morning to night- et sic de cceteris."
"Friend Ganlesse," returned Smith, "I prithee beware —thou knowest I
can cut gullets as well as tickle them."
"Ay, Will," answered Ganlesse, carelessly " I think I have seen thee
wave thy whinyard at the throat of a Hogan-Mogan-a Netherlandish weosand, which expanded only on thy natural and mortal objects of aversion,
Dutch cheese, rye-bread, pickled herrings, onions, and Geneva."
"For pity's sake, forbear the description!" said Smith; "thy words overpower the perfumes, and flavour the apartment like a dish of salmagundi 1"
"But for an epiglottis like mine," continued Ganlesse, " down which the
most delicate morsels are washed by such claret as thou art now pouring
out, thou couldst not, in thy bitterest mood, wish a worse fate than to be
necklaced somewhat tight by a pair of white arms."
"By a tenpenny cord," answered Smith; "but not till you were dead;
that thereafter you be presently embowelled, you being yet alive; that your
head be then severed from your body, and your body divided into quarters,
to be disposed of at his Miajesty's pleasure. - How like you that, Master
Richard Ganlesse?"
"E'en as you like the the thoughts of dining on bran-bread and milk-porridge - an extremity which you trust never to be reduced to. But all this
shall not prevent me firom pledging you in a cup of sound claret."
As the claret circulated, the glee of the company increased; and Smith,
placing the dishes which had been made use of upon the side table, stamped
with his foot on the floor, and the table sinking down a trap, again rose,
loaded with olives, sliced neat's tongue, caviare, and other provocatives for
the circulation of the bottle.
" Why; Will," said Ganlesse, "thou art a more complete machinist than
I suspected; thou hast brought thy scene-shifting inventions to Derbyshire
in marvellously short time."