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.

PEVERIL OF THE PEAX. 521
This situation, inconvenient enough in itself, was, on the present occasion,
precisely what Julian would have selected. He wrapped himself in the
weather-beaten cloak of Lance Outram, which had been stained, by age and
weather, into a thousand variations from its original Lincoln green; and
with as little noise as he could, set himself to observe the two inmates, who
had engrossed to themselves the whole of the apartment, which was usually
open to the public. They sat by a table, well covered with such costly
rarities, as could only have been procured by much forecast, and prepared
by the exquisite Mons. Chaubert; to which both seemed to do much justice.
Julian had little difficulty in ascertaining, that one of the travellers was,
as he had anticipated, the master of the said Chaubert, or, as he was called
by Ganlesse, Smith; the other, who faced him, he had never seen before.
This last was dressed like a gallant of the first order. His periwig, indeed,
as he travelled on horseback, did not much exceed in size the bar-wig of a
modern lawyer; but then the essence which he shook from it with every
motion, impregnated a whole apartment, which was usually only perfumed
by that vulgar herb, tobacco. Htis riding-coat was laced in the newest and
most courtly style; and Grammont himself milght have envied the embroidery of his waistcoat, and the peculiar cut of his breeches, which buttoned
above the knee, permitting the shape of a, very handsome leg to be completely seen. This, by the proprietor thereof, had been stretched out upon
a stool, and he contemplated its proportions, from time to time, with infinite
satisfaction.
The conversation between these worthies was so interesting, that we
propose to assign to it another chapter.
dufjtrr tat I(t&t inuntq irIlI
-This is some creature of the elements,
Most like your sea gull. I-e can wheel and whistle
His screaming song, e'en when the storm is loudestTake for his sheeted couch the restless foam
Of the wild wave-crest —slumber in the calm,
And daily with the storm. Yet'tis a gull,
An arrant gull, with all this.
TEI CHLEFTAIN.
"AND here is to thee," said the -fashionable gallant whom we have
described, "honest Tom; and a cup of welcome to thee out of Looby-land.
Why, thou hast been so long in the country, that thou hast got a bumpkinly
clod-compelling sort of look thyself. That greasy doublet fits thee as if it
were thy reserved Sunday's apparel; and the points seem as if they were
stay-laces bought for thy true-love Marjory. I marvel thou canst still relish
a ragout. Methinks now, to a stomach bound in such a jacket, eggs and
bacon were a diet more conforming."
"Rally away, imy good lord, while wit lasts," answered his companion;
"yours is not the sort of ammunition which will bear much expenditure.
Or rather, tell me news from Court, since we have met so opportunely."
"You would have asked me these an hour ago," said the lord, "had not
your very soul been under Chaubert's covered dishes. You remembered
King's affairs will keep cool, and etdre-nzets must be eaten hot."
"Not so, my lord; I only kept common talk whilst that eaves-dropping
rascal of a landlord was in the room; so that, now the coast is clear once
more, I pray you for news from Court."
"The plot is nonsuited," answered the courtier —" Sir George Wakeman
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