Waverley, or 'Tis Sixty Years Since..................................................................................................................1

Walter Scott.............................................................................................................................................1

INTRODUCTION(1829)....................................................................................................................2

CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTORY...........................................................................................................4

CHAPTER II. WAVERLEYHONOURA RETROSPECT............................................................6

CHAPTER III. EDUCATION ...............................................................................................................10

CHAPTER IV. CASTLEBUILDING.................................................................................................12

CHAPTER V. CHOICE OF A PROFESSION.....................................................................................14

CHAPTER VI. THE ADIEUS OF WAVERLEY.................................................................................19

CHAPTER VII. A HORSEQUARTER IN SCOTLAND...................................................................22

CHAPTER VIII. A SCOTTISH MANORHOUSE SIXTY YEARS SINCE.....................................23

CHAPTER IX. MORE OF THE MANORHOUSE AND ITS ENVIRONS......................................26

CHAPTER X. ROSE BRADWARDINE AND HER FATHER ...........................................................29

CHAPTER XI. THE BANQUET..........................................................................................................31

CHAPTER XII. REPENTANCE AND A RECONCILIATION..........................................................36

CHAPTER XIII. A MORE RATIONAL DAY THAN THE LAST .....................................................39

TULLYVEOLAN ................................................................................................................................44

CHAPTER XV. A CREAGH, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES ..............................................................48

CHAPTER XVI. AN UNEXPECTED ALLY APPEARS ....................................................................52

CHAPTER XVII. THE HOLD OF A HIGHLAND ROBBER .............................................................56

CHAPTER XVIII. WAVERLEY PROCEEDS ON HIS JOURNEY...................................................58

CHAPTER XIX. THE CHIEF AND HIS MANSION..........................................................................64

CHAPTER XX. A HIGHLAND FEAST..............................................................................................67

CHAPTER XXI. THE CHIEFTAIN'S SISTER....................................................................................70

CHAPTER XXII. HIGHLAND MINSTRELSY ...................................................................................72

CHAPTER XXIII. WAVERLEY CONTINUES AT GLENNAQUOICH...........................................77

CHAPTER XXIV. A STAGHUNT, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES..................................................80

CHAPTER XXV. NEWS FROM ENGLAND ......................................................................................85

CHAPTER XXVI. AN ECLAIRCISSEMENT .....................................................................................90

CHAPTER XXVII. UPON THE SAME SUBJECT.............................................................................93

CHAPTER XXVIII. A LETTER FROM TULLYVEOLAN ..............................................................97

HIGHLAND TOUR .............................................................................................................................101

INCONVENIENCE .............................................................................................................................107

CHAPTER XXXI. AN EXAMINATION...........................................................................................110

CHAPTER XXXII. A CONFERENCE, AND THE CONSEQUENCE.............................................116

CHAPTER XXXIII. A CONFIDANT .................................................................................................119

CHAPTER XXXIV. THINGS MEND A LITTLE ..............................................................................122

CHAPTER XXXV. A VOLUNTEER SIXTY YEARS SINCE.........................................................123

CHAPTER XXXVI. AN INCIDENT ..................................................................................................125

CHAPTER XXXVII. WAVERLEY IS STILL IN DISTRESS ...........................................................127

CHAPTER XXXVIII. A NOCTURNAL ADVENTURE ...................................................................131

CHAPTER XXXIX. THE JOURNEY IS CONTINUED ....................................................................133

CHAPTER XL. AN OLD AND A NEW ACQUAINTANCE ............................................................137

CHAPTER XLI. THE MYSTERY BEGINS TO BE CLEARED UP................................................140

CHAPTER XLII. A SOLDIER'S DINNER........................................................................................144

CHAPTER XLIII. THE BALL ............................................................................................................147

CHAPTER XLIV. THE MARCH.......................................................................................................151

CHAPTER XLV. AN INCIDENT GIVES RISE TO UNAVAILING REFLECTIONS ....................155

CHAPTER XLVI. THE EVE OF BATTLE ........................................................................................157

CHAPTER XLVII. THE CONFLICT.................................................................................................160

CHAPTER XLVIII. AN UNEXPECTED EMBARRASSMENT .......................................................163

CHAPTER XLIX. THE ENGLISH PRISONER .................................................................................166

CHAPTER L. RATHER UNIMPORTANT ........................................................................................169

CHAPTER LI. INTRIGUES OF LOVE AND POLITICS.................................................................172

CHAPTER LII. INTRIGUES OF SOCIETY AND LOVE .................................................................175

CHAPTER LIII. FERGUS A SUITOR...............................................................................................178

CHAPTER LIV. 'TO ONE THING CONSTANT NEVER' ................................................................181

CHAPTER LV. A BRAVE MAN IN SORROW ................................................................................183

CHAPTER LVI. EXERTION ..............................................................................................................185

CHAPTER LVII. THE MARCH .........................................................................................................188

CHAPTER LVIII. THE CONFUSION OF KING AGRAMANT'S CAMP .......................................191

CHAPTER LIX. A SKIRMISH ...........................................................................................................196

CHAPTER LX. CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS...................................................................................199

CHAPTER LXI. A JOURNEY TO LONDON...................................................................................202

CHAPTER LXII. WHAT'S TO BE DONE NEXT?...........................................................................205

CHAPTER LXIII. DESOLATION ......................................................................................................210

CHAPTER LXIV. COMPARING OF NOTES ...................................................................................214

CHAPTER LXV. MORE EXPLANATION.......................................................................................216

CHAPTER LXVI .................................................................................................................................221

CHAPTER LXVII...............................................................................................................................224

CHAPTER LXVIII..............................................................................................................................228

CHAPTER LXIX .................................................................................................................................231

CHAPTER LXX. DOLCE DOMUM ..................................................................................................235

CHAPTER LXXI .................................................................................................................................237

CHAPTER LXXII. A POSTSCRIPT, WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PREFACE...................242

The plan of this Edition leads me to insert in this place some account of the incidents on which the Novel of

WAVERLEY is founded. They have been already given to the public, by my late lamented friend, William

Erskine, Esq. (afterwards Lord Kinneder), when reviewing the 'Tales of My Landlord' for the QUARTERLY

REVIEW, in 1817. The particulars were derived by the Critic from the Author's information. Afterwards they

were published in the Preface to the CHRONICLES OF THE CANONGATE. They are now inserted in their

The mutual protection afforded by Waverley and Talbot to each other, upon which the whole plot depends, is

founded upon one of those anecdotes which soften the features even of civil war; and as it is equally

honourable to the memory of both parties, we have no hesitation to give their names at length. When the

Highlanders, on the morning of the battle of Preston, 1745, made their memorable attack on Sir John Cope's

army, a battery of four fieldpieces was stormed and carried by the Camerons and the Stewarts of Appine.

The late Alexander Stewart of Invernahyle was one of the foremost in the charge, and observing an officer of

the King's forces, who, scorning to join the flight of all around, remained with his sword in his hand, as if

determined to the very last to defend the post assigned to him, the Highland gentleman commanded him to

surrender, and received for reply a thrust, which he caught in his target. The officer was now defenceless, and

the battleaxe of a gigantic Highlander (the miller of Invernahyle's mill) was uplifted to dash his brains out,

when Mr. Stewart with difficulty prevailed on him to yield. He took charge of his enemy's property, protected

his person, and finally obtained him liberty on his parole. The officer proved to be Colonel Whitefoord, an

Ayrshire gentleman of high character and influence, and warmly attached to the House of Hanover; yet such

was the confidence existing between these two honourable men, though of different political principles, that

while the civil war was raging, and straggling officers from the Highland army were executed without mercy,

Invernahyle hesitated not to pay his late captive a visit, as he returned to the Highlands to raise fresh recruits,

on which occasion he spent a day or two in Ayrshire among Colonel Whitefoord's Whig friends, as pleasantly

After the battle of Culloden had ruined the hopes of Charles Edward, and dispersed his proscribed adherents,

it was Colonel Whitefoord's turn to strain every nerve to obtain Mr. Stewart's pardon. He went to the Lord

JusticeClerk, to the LordAdvocate, and to all the officers of state, and each application was answered by

the production of a list, in which Invernahyle (as the good old gentleman was wont to express it) appeared

At length Colonel Whitefoord applied to the Duke of Cumberland in person. From him, also, he received a

positive refusal. He then limited his request, for the present, to a protection for Stewart's house, wife,

children, and property. This was also refused by the Duke; on which Colonel Whitefoord, taking his

commission from his bosom, laid it on the table before his Royal Highness with much emotion, and asked

permission to retire from the service of a sovereign who did not know how to spare a vanquished enemy. The

Duke was struck, and even affected. He bade the Colonel take up his commission, and granted the protection

he required. If was issued just in time to save the house, corn, and cattle at Invernahyle, from the troops who

were engaged in laying waste what it was the fashion to call 'the country of the enemy.' A small encampment

of soldiers was formed on Invernahyle's property, which they spared while plundering the country around,

and searching in every direction for the leaders of the insurrection, and for Stewart in particular. He was

much nearer them than they suspected; for, hidden in a cave (like the Baron of Bradwardine), he lay for many

days so near the English sentinels, that he could hear their musterroll called, His food was brought to him by

one of his daughters, a child of eight years old, whom Mrs. Stewart was under the necessity of entrusting with

this commission; for her own motions, and those of all her elder inmates, were closely watched. With

ingenuity beyond her years, the child used to stray about among the soldiers, who were rather kind to her, and

thus seize the moment when she was unobserved, and steal into the thicket, when she deposited whatever

small store of provisions she had in charge at some marked spot, where her father might find it. Invernahyle

supported life for several weeks by means of these precarious supplies; and as he had been wounded in the

battle of Culloden, the hardships which he endured were aggravated by great bodily pain. After the soldiers

As he now ventured to his own house at night, and left it in the morning, he was espied during the dawn by a

party of the enemy, who fired at and pursued him. The fugitive being fortunate enough to escape their search,

they returned to the house, and charged the family with harbouring one of the proscribed traitors. An old

woman had presence of mind enough to maintain that the man they had seen was the shepherd. 'Why did he

not stop when we called to him?' said the soldier.'He is as deaf, poor man, as a peatstack,' answered the

readywitted domestic. 'Let him be sent for, directly.' The real shepherd accordingly was brought from the

hill, and as there was time to tutor him by the way, he was as deaf when he made his appearance, as was

necessary to sustain his character. Invernahyle was afterwards pardoned under the Act of Indemnity.

The Author knew him well, and has often heard these circumstances from his own mouth. He was a noble

specimen of the old Highlander, far descended, gallant, courteous, and brave, even to chivalry. He had been

OUT, I believe, in 1715 and 1745; was an active partaker in all the stirring scenes which passed in the

Highlands betwixt these memorable eras; and, I have heard, was remarkable, among other exploits, for

having fought a duel with the broadsword with the celebrated Rob Roy MacGregor, at the Clachan of

Invernahyle chanced to be in Edinburgh when Paul Jones came into the Frith of Forth, and though then an old

man, I saw him in arms, and heard him exult (to use his own words) in the prospect of 'drawing his claymore

once more before he died.' In fact, on that memorable occasion, when the capital of Scotland was menaced by

three trifling sloops or brigs, scarce fit to have sacked a fishing village, he was the only man who seemed to

propose a plan of resistance. He offered to the magistrates, if broadswords and dirks could be obtained, to

find as many Highlanders among the lower classes, as would cut off any boat'screw who might be sent into

a town full of narrow and winding passages, in which they were like to disperse in quest of plunder. I know

not if his plan was attended to; I rather think it seemed too hazardous to the constituted authorities, who

might not, even at that time, desire to see arms in Highland hands. A steady and powerful west wind settled

If there is something degrading in this recollection, it is not unpleasant to compare it with those of the last

war, when Edinburgh, besides regular forces and militia, furnished a volunteer brigade of cavalry, infantry,

and artillery, to the amount of six thousand men and upwards, which was in readiness to meet and repel a

force of a far more formidable description than was commanded by the adventurous American. Time and

circumstances change the character of nations and the fate of cities; and it is some pride to a Scotchman to

reflect, that the independent and manly character of a country willing to entrust its own protection to the arms

of its children, after having been obscured for half a century, has, during the course of his own lifetime,

Other illustrations of Waverley will be found in the Notes at the foot of the pages to which they belong. [In

this etext they are embedded in the text in square brackets.] Those which appeared too long to be so placed

The title of this work has not been chosen without the grave and solid deliberation, which matters of

importance demand from the prudent. Even its first, or general denomination, was the result of no common

research or selection, although, according to the example of my predecessors, I had only to seize upon the

most sounding and euphonic surname that English history or topography affords, and elect it at once as the

title of my work, and the name of my hero. But, alas! what could my readers have expected from the

chivalrous epithets of Howard, Mordaunt, Mortimer, or Stanley, or from the softer and more sentimental

sounds of Belmour, Belville, Belfield, and Belgrave, but pages of inanity, similar to those which have been so

christened for half a century past? I must modestly admit I am too diffident of my own merit to place it in

unnecessary opposition to preconceived associations; I have, therefore, like a maiden knight with his white

shield, assumed for my hero, WAVERLEY, an uncontaminated name, bearing with its sound little of good or

evil, excepting what the reader shall hereafter be pleased to affix to it. But my second or supplemental title

was a matter of much more difficult election, since that, short as it is, may be held as pledging the author to

some special mode of laying his scene, drawing his characters, and managing his adventures. Had I, for

example, announced in my frontispiece, 'Waverley, a Tale of other Days,' must not every novel reader have

anticipated a castle scarce less than that of Udolpho, of which the eastern wing had long been uninhabited,

and the keys either lost, or consigned to the care of some aged butler or housekeeper, whose trembling steps,

about the middle of the second volume, were doomed to guide the hero, or heroine, to the ruinous precincts?

Would not the owl have shrieked and the cricket cried in my very title page? and could it have been possible

for me, with a moderate attention to decorum, to introduce any scene more lively than might be produced by

the jocularity of a clownish but faithful valet, or the garrulous narrative of the heroine's fillede chambre,

when rehearsing the stories of blood and horror which she had heard in the servants' hall? Again, had my title

borne 'Waverley, a Romance from the German,' what head so obtuse as not to image forth a profligate abbot,

an oppressive duke, a secret and mysterious association of Rosycrucians and Illuminati, with all their

properties of black cowls, caverns, daggers, electrical machines, trapdoors, and darklanterns? Or if I had

rather chosen to call my work a 'Sentimental Tale,' would it not have been a sufficient presage of a heroine

with a profusion of auburn hair, and a harp, the soft solace of her solitary hours, which she fortunately finds

always the means of transporting from castle to cottage, although she herself be sometimes obliged to jump

out of a twopairofstairs window, and is more than once bewildered on her journey, alone and on foot,

without any guide but a blowzy peasant girl, whose jargon she hardly can understand? Or again, if my

WAVERLEY had been entitled 'A Tale of the Times,' wouldst thou not, gentle reader, have demanded from

me a dashing sketch of the fashionable world, a few anecdotes of private scandal thinly veiled, and if

lusciously painted, so much the better? a heroine from Grosvenor Square, and a hero from the Barouche Club

or the Fourinhand, with a set of subordinate characters from the elegantes of Queen Anne Street East, or

the dashing heroes of the Bow Street Office? I could proceed in proving the importance of a titlepage, and

displaying at the same time my own intimate knowledge of the particular ingredients necessary to the

composition of romances and novels of various descriptions: but it is enough, and I scorn to tyrannize longer

over the impatience of my reader, who is doubtless already anxious to know the choice made by an author so

By fixing, then, the date of my story Sixty Years before the present 1st November, 1805, I would have my

readers understand, that they will meet in the following pages neither a romance of chivalry, nor a tale of

modern manners; that my hero will neither have iron on his shoulders, as of yore, nor on the heels of his

boots, as is the present fashion of Bond Street; and that my damsels will neither be clothed 'in purple and in

pall,' like the Lady Alice of an old ballad, nor reduced to the primitive nakedness of a modern fashionable at a

rout. From this my choice of an era the understanding critic may further presage, that the object of my tale is

more a description of men than manners. A tale of manners, to be interesting, must either refer to antiquity so

great as to have become venerable, or it must bear a vivid reflection of those scenes which are passing daily

before our eyes, and are interesting from their novelty. Thus the coat ofmail of our ancestors, and the

triplefurred pelisse of our modern beaux, may, though for very different reasons, be equally fit for the array

of a fictitious character; but who, meaning the costume of his hero to be impressive, would willingly attire

him in the court dress of George the Second's reign, with its no collar, large sleeves, and low pocketholes?

The same may be urged, with equal truth, of the Gothic hall, which, with its darkened and tinted windows, its

elevated and gloomy roof, and massive oaken table garnished with boar'shead and rosemary, pheasants and

peacocks, cranes and cygnets, has an excellent effect in fictitious description. Much may also be gained by a

lively display of a modern fete, such as we have daily recorded in that part of a newspaper entitled the Mirror

of Fashion, if we contrast these, or either of them, with the splendid formality of an entertainment given Sixty

Years since; and thus it will be readily seen how much the painter of antique or of fashionable manners gains

Considering the disadvantages inseparable from this part of my subject, I must be understood to have

resolved to avoid them as much as possible, by throwing the force of my narrative upon the characters and

passions of the actors;those passions common to men in all stages of society, and which have alike agitated

the human heart, whether it throbbed under the steel corselet of the fifteenth century, the brocaded coat of the

eighteenth, or the blue frock and white dimity waistcoat of the present day. [Alas! that attire, respectable and

gentlemanlike in 1805, or thereabouts, is now as antiquated as the Author of Waverley has himself become

since that period! The reader of fashion will please to fill up the costume with an embroidered waistcoat of

purple velvet or silk, and a coat of whatever colour he pleases.] Upon these passions it is no doubt true that

the state of manners and laws casts a necessary colouring; but the bearings, to use the language of heraldry,

remain the same, though the tincture may be not only different, but opposed in strong contradistinction. The

wrath of our ancestors, for example, was coloured GULES; it broke forth in acts of open and sanguinary

violence against the objects of its fury. Our malignant feelings, which must seek gratification through more

indirect channels, and undermine the obstacles which they cannot openly bear down, may be rather said to be

tinctured SABLE. But the deepruling impulse is the same in both cases; and the proud peer who can now

only ruin his neighbour according to law, by protracted suits, is the genuine descendant of the baron who

wrapped the castle of his competitor in flames, and knocked him on the head as he endeavoured to escape

from the conflagration. It is from the great book of Nature, the same through a thousand editions, whether of

blackletter, or wirewove and hotpressed, that I have venturously essayed to read a chapter to the public.

Some favourable opportunities of contrast have been afforded me, by the state of society in the northern part

of the island at the period of my history, and may serve at once to vary and to illustrate the moral lessons,

which I would willingly consider as the most important part of my plan; although I am sensible how short

these will fall of their aim, if I shall be found unable to mix them with amusement,a task not quite so easy

It is, then, sixty years since Edward Waverley, the hero of the following pages, took leave of his family, to

join the regiment of dragoons in which he had lately obtained a commission. It was a melancholy day at

WaverleyHonour when the young officer parted with Sir Everard, the affectionate old uncle to whose title

A difference in political opinions had early separated the Baronet from his younger brother, Richard

Waverley, the father of our hero. Sir Everard had inherited from his sires the whole train of Tory or

HighChurch predilections and prejudices, which had distinguished the house of Waverley since the Great

Civil War. Richard, on the contrary, who was ten years younger, beheld himself born to the fortune of a

second brother, and anticipated neither dignity nor entertainment in sustaining the character of Will Wimble.

He saw early, that, to succeed in the race of life, it was necessary he should carry as little weight as possible.

Painters talk of the difficulty of expressing the existence of compound passions in the same features at the

same moment: it would be no less difficult for the moralist to analyse the mixed motives which unite to form

the impulse of our actions. Richard Waverley read and satisfied himself, from history and sound argument,

yet reason would have probably been unable to combat and remove hereditary prejudice, could Richard have

anticipated that his elder brother, Sir Everard, taking to heart an early disappointment, would have remained a

batchelor at seventytwo. The prospect of succession, however remote, might in that case have led him to

endure dragging through the greater part of his life as 'Master Richard at the Hall, the baronet's brother,' in the

hope that ere its conclusion he should be distinguished as Sir Richard Waverley of WaverleyHonour,

successor to a princely estate, and to extended political connexions as head of the county interest in the shire

where it lay. But this was a consummation of things not to be expected at Richard's outset, when Sir Everard

was in the prime of life, and certain to be an acceptable suitor in almost any family, whether wealth or beauty

should be the object of his pursuit, and when, indeed, his speedy marriage was a report which regularly

amused the neighbourhood once a year. His younger brother saw no practicable road to independence save

that of relying upon his own exertions, and adopting a political creed more consonant both to reason and his

own interest than the hereditary faith of Sir Everard in High Church and in the house of Stewart. He therefore

read his recantation at the beginning of his career, and entered life as an avowed Whig, and friend of the

The ministry of George the First's time were prudently anxious to diminish the phalanx of opposition. The

Tory nobility, depending for their reflected lustre upon the sunshine of a court, had for some time been

gradually reconciling themselves to the new dynasty. But the wealthy country gentlemen of England, a rank

which retained, with much of ancient manners and primitive integrity, a great proportion of obstinate and

unyielding prejudice, stood aloof in haughty and sullen opposition, and cast many a look of mingled regret

and hope to Bois de Duc, Avignon, and Italy. [Where the Chevalier Saint George, or, as he was termed, the

Old Pretender, held his exiled court, as his situation compelled him to shift his place of residence.] The

accession of the near relation of one of those steady and inflexible opponents was considered as a means of

bringing over more converts, and therefore Richard Waverley met with a share of ministerial favour more

than proportioned to his talents or his political importance. It was however, discovered that he had

respectable talents for public business, and the first admittance to the minister's levee being negotiated, his

success became rapid. Sir Everard learned from the public NEWSLETTER,first, that Richard Waverley,

Esquire, was returned for the ministerial borough of Barterfaith; next, that Richard Waverley, Esquire, had

taken a distinguished part in the debate upon the Excise bill in the support of government; and, lastly, that

Richard Waverley, Esquire, had been honoured with a seat at one of those boards, where the pleasure of

serving the country is combined with other important gratifications, which, to render them the more

Although these events followed each other so closely that the sagacity of the editor of a modern newspaper

would have presaged the last two even while he announced the first, yet they came upon Sir Everard

gradually, and drop by drop, as it were, distilled through the cool and procrastinating alembic of DYER'S

WEEKLY LETTER. [Long the oracle of the country gentlemen of the high Tory party. The ancient

NEWSLETTER was written in manuscript and copied by clerks, who addressed the copies to the

subscribers. The politician by whom they were compiled picked up his intelligence at coffeehouses, and

often pleaded for an additional gratuity, in consideration of the extra expense attached to frequenting such

places of fashionable resort.] For it may be observed in passing, that instead of those mail coaches, by

means of which every mechanic at his sixpenny club may nightly learn from twenty contradictory channels

the yesterday's news of the capital, a weekly post brought, in those days, to WaverleyHonour, a WEEKLY

INTELLIGENCER, which, after it had gratified Sir Everard's curiosity, his sister's, and that of his aged

butler, was regularly transferred from the Hall to the Rectory, from the Rectory to Squire Stubbs' at the

Grange, from the Squire to the Baronet's steward at his neat white house on the heath, from the steward to the

bailiff, and from him through a huge circle of honest dames and gaffers, by whose hard and horny hands it

This slow succession of intelligence was of some advantage to Richard Waverley in the case before us; for,

had the sum total of his enormities reached the ears of Sir Everard at once, there can be no doubt that the new

commissioner would have had little reason to pique himself on the success of his politics. The Baronet,

although the mildest of human beings, was not without sensitive points in his character; his brother's conduct

had wounded these deeply; the Waverley estate was fettered by no entail (for it had never entered into the

head of any of its former possessors that one of their progeny could be guilty of the atrocities laid by DYER'S

LETTER to the door of Richard), and if it had, the marriage of the proprietor might have been fatal to a

collateral heir. These various ideas floated through the brain of Sir Everard, without, however, producing any

He examined the tree of his genealogy, which, emblazoned with many an emblematic mark of honour and

heroic achievement, hung upon the wellvarnished wainscot of his hall. The nearest descendants of Sir

Hildebrand Waverley, failing those of his eldest son Wilfred, of whom Sir Everard and his brother were the

only representatives, were, as this honoured register informed him (and, indeed, as he himself well knew), the

Waverleys of Highley Park, com. Hants; with whom the main branch, or rather stock, of the house had

This degenerate scion had committed a further offence against the head and source of their gentility, by the

intermarriage of their representative with Judith, heiress of Oliver Bradshawe, of Highley Park, whose arms,

the same with those of Bradshawe the regicide, they had quartered with the ancient coat of Waverley. These

offences, however, had vanished from Sir Everard's recollection in the heat of his resentment; and had

Lawyer Clippurse, for whom his groom was dispatched express, arrived but an hour earlier, he might have

had the benefit of drawing a new settlement of the lordship and manor of WaverleyHonour, with all its

dependencies. But an hour of cool reflection is a great matter, when employed in weighing the comparative

evil of two measures, to neither of which we are internally partial. Lawyer Clippurse found his patron

involved in a deep study, which he was too respectful to disturb, otherwise than by producing his paper and

leathern inkcase, as prepared to minute his honour's commands. Even this slight manoeuvre was

embarrassing to Sir Everard, who felt it as a reproach to his indecision. He looked at the attorney with some

desire to issue his fiat, when the sun, emerging from behind a cloud, poured at once its chequered light

through the stained window of the gloomy cabinet in which they were seated. The Baronet's eye, as he raised

it to the splendour, fell right upon the central scutcheon, impressed with the same device which his ancestor

was said to have borne in the field of Hastings; three ermines passant, argent, in a field azure, with its

appropriate motto, SANS LACHE. 'May our name rather perish,' exclaimed Sir Everard, 'than that ancient

and loyal symbol should be blended with the dishonoured insignia of a traitorous Roundhead!'

All this was the effect of the glimpse of a sunbeam, just sufficient to light Lawyer Clippurse to mend his pen.

The pen was mended in vain. The attorney was dismissed, with directions to hold himself in readiness on the

The apparition of Lawyer Clippurse at the Hall occasioned much speculation in that portion of the world to

which WaverleyHonour formed the centre: but the more judicious politicians of this microcosm augured yet

worse consequences to Richard Waverley from a movement which shortly followed his apostasy. This was

no less than an excursion of the Baronet in his coachandsix, with four attendants in rich liveries, to make a

visit of some duration to a noble peer on the confines of the shire, of untainted descent, steady Tory

Sir Everard's reception in this family was, as it may be easily conceived, sufficiently favourable; but of the

six young ladies, his taste unfortunately determined him in favour of Lady Emily, the youngest, who received

his attentions with an embarrassment which showed at once that she durst not decline them, and that they

Sir Everard could not but perceive something uncommon in the restrained emotions which the young lady

testified at the advances he hazarded; but, assured by the prudent Countess that they were the natural effects

of a retired education, the sacrifice might have been completed, as doubtless has happened in many similar

instances, had it not been for the courage of an elder sister, who revealed to the wealthy suitor that Lady

Emily's affections were fixed upon a young soldier of fortune, a near relation of her own. Sir Everard

manifested great emotion on receiving this intelligence, which was confirmed to him, in a private interview,

by the young lady herself, although under the most dreadful apprehensions of her father's indignation.

Honour and generosity were hereditary attributes of the house of Waverley. With a grace and delicacy worthy

the hero of a romance, Sir Everard withdrew his claim to the hand of Lady Emily. He had even, before

leaving Blandeville Castle, the address to extort from her father a consent to her union with the object of her

choice. What arguments he used on this point cannot exactly be known, for Sir Everard was never supposed

strong in the powers of persuasion; but the young officer, immediately after this transaction, rose in the army

with a rapidity far surpassing the usual pace of unpatronized professional merit, although, to outward

The shock which Sir Everard encountered upon this occasion, although diminished by the consciousness of

having acted virtuously and generously, had its effect upon his future life. His resolution of marriage had

been adopted in a fit of indignation; the labour of courtship did not quite suit the dignified indolence of his

habits; he had but just escaped the risk of marrying a woman who could never love him; and his pride could

not be greatly flattered by the termination of his amour, even if his heart had not suffered. The result of the

whole matter was his return to WaverleyHonour without any transfer of his affections, notwithstanding the

sighs and languishments of the fair telltale, who had revealed, in mere sisterly affection, the secret of Lady

Emily's attachment, and in despite of the nods, winks, and innuendoes of the officious lady mother, and the

grave eulogiums which the Earl pronounced successively on the prudence, and good sense, and admirable

dispositions, of his first, second, third, fourth, and fifth daughters. The memory of his unsuccessful amour

was with Sir Everard, as with many more of his temper, at once shy, proud, sensitive, and indolent, a beacon

against exposing himself to similar mortification, pain, and fruitless exertion for the time to come. He

continued to live at WaverleyHonour in the style of an old English gentleman, of an ancient descent and

opulent fortune. His sister, Miss Rachel Waverley, presided at his table; and they became, by degrees, an old

bachelor and an ancient maiden lady, the gentlest and kindest of the votaries of celibacy.

The vehemence of Sir Everard's resentment against his brother was but shortlived; yet his dislike to the

Whig and the placeman, though unable to stimulate him to resume any active measures prejudicial to

Richard's interest in the succession to the family estate, continued to maintain the coldness between them.

Richard knew enough of the world, and of his brother's temper, to believe that by any illconsidered or

precipitate advances on his part, he might turn passive dislike into a more active principle. It was accident,

therefore, which at length occasioned a renewal of their intercourse. Richard had married a young woman of

rank, by whose family interest and private fortune he hoped to advance his career. In her right, he became

possessor of a manor of some value, at the distance of a few miles from WaverleyHonour.

Little Edward, the hero of our tale, then in his fifth year, was their only child. It chanced that the infant with

his maid had strayed one morning to a mile's distance from the avenue of Brerewood Lodge, his father's

seat. Their attention was attracted by a carriage drawn by six stately longfailed black horses, and with as

much carving and gilding as would have done honour to my lord mayor's. It was waiting for the owner, who

was at a little distance inspecting the progress of a halfbuilt farmhouse. I know not whether the boy's nurse

had been a Welsh or a Scotch woman, or in what manner he associated a shield emblazoned with three

ermines with the idea of personal property, but he no sooner beheld this family emblem, than he stoutly

determined on vindicating his right to the splendid vehicle on which it was displayed. The Baronet arrived

while the boy's maid was in vain endeavouring to make him desist from his determination to appropriate the

gilded coach and six. The rencontre was at a happy moment for Edward, as his uncle had been just eyeing

wistfully, with something of a feeling like envy, the chubby boys of the stout yeoman whose mansion was

building by his direction. In the roundfaced rosy cherub before him, bearing his eye and his name, and

vindicating a hereditary title to his family affection and patronage, by means of a tie which Sir Everard held

as sacred as either Garter or Blue Mantle, Providence seemed to have granted to him the very object best

calculated to fill up the void in his hopes and affections. Sir Everard returned to Waverley Hall upon a led

horse which was kept in readiness for him, while the child and his attendant were sent home in the carriage to

Brerewood Lodge, with such a message as opened to Richard Waverley a door of reconciliation with his

Their intercourse, however, though thus renewed, continued to be rather formal and civil, than partaking of

brotherly cordiality; yet it was sufficient to the wishes of both parties. Sir Everard obtained, in the frequent

society of his little nephew, something on which his hereditary pride might found the anticipated pleasure of

a continuation of his lineage, and where his kind and gentle affections could at the same time fully exercise

themselves. For Richard Waverley, he beheld in the growing attachment between the uncle and nephew the

means of securing his son's, if not his own, succession to the hereditary estate, which he felt would be rather

endangered than promoted by any attempt on his own part towards a closer intimacy with a man of Sir

Thus, by a sort of tacit compromise, little Edward was permitted to pass the greater part of the year at the

Hall, and appeared to stand in the same intimate relation to both families, although their mutual intercourse

was otherwise limited to formal messages, and more formal visits. The education of the youth was regulated

alternately by the taste and opinions of his uncle and of his father. But more of this in a subsequent chapter.

The education of our hero, Edward Waverley, was of a nature somewhat desultory. In infancy, his health

suffered, or was supposed to suffer (which is quite the same thing), by the air of London. As soon, therefore,

as official duties, attendance on Parliament, or the prosecution of any of his plans of interest or ambition,

called his father to town, which was his usual residence for eight months in the year, Edward was transferred

to WaverleyHonour, and experienced a total change of instructors and of lessons, as well as of residence.

This might have been remedied, had his father placed him under the superintendence of a permanent tutor.

But he considered that one of his choosing would probably have been unacceptable at WaverleyHonour, and

that such a selection as Sir Everard might have made, were the matter left to him, would have burdened him

with a disagreeable inmate, if not a political spy, in his family. He therefore prevailed upon his private

secretary, a young man of taste and accomplishments, to bestow an hour or two on Edward's education while

at Brerewood Lodge, and left his uncle answerable for his improvement in literature while an inmate at the

This was in some degree respectably provided for. Sir Everard's chaplain, an Oxonian, who had lost his

fellowship for declining to take the oaths at the accession of George I, was not only an excellent classical

scholar, but reasonably skilled in science, and master of most modern languages. He was, however, old and

indulgent, and the recurring interregnum, during which Edward was entirely freed from his discipline,

occasioned such a relaxation of authority, that the youth was permitted, in a great measure, to learn as he

pleased, what he pleased, and when he pleased. This slackness of rule might have been ruinous to a boy of

slow understanding, who, feeling labour in the acquisition of knowledge, would have altogether neglected it,

save for the command of a taskmaster; and it might have proved equally dangerous to a youth whose animal

spirits were more powerful than his imagination or his feelings, and whom the irresistible influence of Alma

would have engaged in field sports from morning till night. But the character of Edward Waverley was

remote from either of these. His powers of apprehension were so uncommonly quick, as almost to resemble

intuition, and the chief care of his preceptor was to prevent him, as a sportsman would phrase it, from

overrunning his game, that is, from acquiring his knowledge in a slight, flimsy, and inadequate manner. And

here the instructor had to combat another propensity too often united with brilliancy of fancy and vivacity of

talent,that indolence, namely, of disposition, which can only be stirred by some strong motive of

gratification, and which renounces study as soon as curiosity is gratified, the pleasure of conquering the first

difficulties exhausted, and the novelty of pursuit at an end. Edward would throw himself with spirit upon any

classical author of which his preceptor proposed the perusal, make himself master of the style so far as to

understand the story, and if that pleased or interested him, he finished the volume. But it was in vain to

attempt fixing his attention on critical distinctions of philology, upon the difference of idiom, the beauty of

felicitous expression, or the artificial combinations of syntax. 'I can read and understand a Latin author,' said

young Edward, with the selfconfidence and rash reasoning of fifteen, 'and Scaliger or Bentley could not do

much more.' Alas! while he was thus permitted to read only for the gratification of his amusement, he

foresaw not that he was losing for ever the opportunity of acquiring habits of firm and assiduous application,

of gaining the art of controlling, directing, and concentrating the powers of his mind for earnest

investigation,an art far more essential than even that intimate acquaintance with classical learning, which

I am aware I may be here reminded of the necessity of rendering instruction agreeable to youth, and of

Tasso's infusion of honey into the medicine prepared for a child; but an age in which children are taught the

driest doctrines by the insinuating method of instructive games, has little reason to dread the consequences of

study being rendered too serious or severe. The history of England is now reduced to a game at cards,the

problems of mathematics to puzzles and riddles,and the doctrines of arithmetic may, we are assured, be

sufficiently acquired, by spending a few hours a week at a new and complicated edition of the Royal Game of

the Goose. There wants but one step further, and the Creed and Ten Commandments may be taught in the

same manner, without the necessity of the grave face, deliberate tone of recital, and devout attention, hitherto

exacted from the well governed childhood of this realm. It may, in the meantime, be subject of serious

consideration, whether those who are accustomed only to acquire instruction through the medium of

amusement, may not be brought to reject that which approaches under the aspect of study; whether those who

learn history by the cards, may not be led to prefer the means to the end; and whether, were we to teach

religion in the way of sport, our pupils may not thereby be gradually induced to make sport of their religion.

To our young hero, who was permitted to seek his instruction only according to the bent of his own mind, and

who, of consequence, only sought it so long as it afforded him amusement, the indulgence of his tutors was

attended with evil consequences, which long continued to influence his character, happiness, and utility.

Edward's power of imagination and love of literature, although the former was vivid, and the latter ardent,

were so far from affording a remedy to this peculiar evil, that they rather inflamed and increased its violence.

The library at WaverleyHonour, a large Gothic room, with double arches and a gallery, contained such a

miscellaneous and extensive collection of volumes as had been assembled together, during the course of two

hundred years, by a family which had been always wealthy, and inclined, of course, as a mark of splendour,

to furnish their shelves with the current literature of the day, without much scrutiny, or nicety of

discrimination. Throughout this ample realm Edward was permitted to roam at large. His tutor had his own

studies; and church politics and controversial divinity, together with a love of learned ease, though they did

not withdraw his attention at stated times from the progress of his patron's presumptive heir, induced him

readily to grasp at any apology for not extending a strict and regulated survey towards his general studies. Sir

Everard had never been himself a student, and, like his sister Miss Rachel Waverley, he held the common

doctrine, that idleness is incompatible with reading of any kind, and that the mere tracing the alphabetical

characters with the eye is in itself a useful and meritorious task, without scrupulously considering what ideas

or doctrines they may happen to convey. With a desire of amusement, therefore, which better discipline might

soon have converted into a thirst for knowledge, young Waverley drove through the sea of books, like a

vessel without a pilot or a rudder. Nothing perhaps increases by indulgence more than a desultory habit of

reading, especially under such opportunities of gratifying it. I believe one reason why such numerous

instances of erudition occur among the lower ranks is, that, with the same powers of mind, the poor student is

limited to a narrow circle for indulging his passion for books, and must necessarily make himself master of

the few he possesses ere he can acquire more. Edward, on the contrary, like the epicure who only deigned to

take a single morsel from the sunny side of a peach, read no volume a moment after it ceased to excite his

curiosity or interest; and it necessarily happened, that the habit of seeking only this sort of gratification

rendered it daily more difficult of attainment, till the passion for reading, like other strong appetites, produced

Ere he attained this indifference, however, he had read, and stored in a memory of uncommon tenacity, much

curious, though illarranged and miscellaneous information. In English literature he was master of

Shakespeare and Milton, of our earlier dramatic authors; of many picturesque and interesting passages from

our old historical chronicles; and was particularly well acquainted with Spenser, Drayton, and other poets

who have exercised themselves on romantic fiction, of all themes the most fascinating to a youthful

imagination, before the passions have roused themselves, and demand poetry of a more sentimental

description. In this respect his acquaintance with Italian opened him yet a wider range. He had perused the

numerous romantic poems, which, from the days of Pulci, have been a favourite exercise of the wits of Italy;

and had sought gratification in the numerous collections of NOVELLE, which were brought forth by the

genius of that elegant though luxurious nation, in emulation of the DECAMERON. In classical literature,

Waverley had made the usual progress, and read the usual authors; and the French had afforded him an

almost exhaustless collection of memoirs, scarcely more faithful than romances, and of romances so well

written as hardly to be distinguished from memoirs. The splendid pages of Froissart, with his heartstirring

and eye dazzling descriptions of war and of tournaments, were among his chief favourites; and from those

of Brantome and de la Noue he learned to compare the wild and loose yet superstitious character of the

nobles of the League, with the stern, rigid, and sometimes turbulent disposition of the Huguenot party. The

Spanish had contributed to his stock of chivalrous and romantic lore. The earlier literature of the northern

nations did not escape the study of one who read rather to awaken the imagination than to benefit the

understanding. And yet, knowing much that is known but to few, Edward Waverley might justly be

considered as ignorant, since he knew little of what adds dignify to man, and qualifies him to support and

The occasional attention of his parents might indeed have been of service, to prevent the dissipation of mind

incidental to such a desultory course of reading. But his mother died in the seventh year after the

reconciliation between the brothers, and Richard Waverley himself, who, after this event, resided more

constantly in London, was too much interested in his own plans of wealth and ambition, to notice more

respecting Edward, than that he was of a very bookish turn, and probably destined to be a bishop. If he could

have discovered and analysed his son's waking dreams, he would have formed a very different conclusion.

I have already hinted, that the dainty, squeamish, and fastidious taste acquired by a surfeit of idle reading, had

not only rendered our hero unfit for serious and sober study, it had even disgusted him in some degree with

He was in his sixteenth year, when his habits of abstraction and love of solitude became so much marked, as

to excite Sir Everard's affectionate apprehension. He tried to counterbalance these propensities, by engaging

his nephew in field sports, which had been the chief pleasure of his own youthful days. But although Edward

eagerly carried the gun for one season, yet when practice had given him some dexterity, the pastime ceased to

In the succeeding spring, the perusal of old Isaac Walton's fascinating volume determined Edward to become

'a brother of the angle.' But of all diversions which ingenuity ever devised for the relief of idleness, fishing is

the worst qualified to amuse a man who is at once indolent and impatient; and our hero's rod was speedily

flung aside. Society and example, which, more than any other motives, master and sway the natural bent of

our passions, might have had their usual effect upon the youthful visionary: but the neighbourhood was thinly

inhabited, and the homebred young squires whom it afforded, were not of a class fit to form Edward's usual

companions, far less to excite him to emulation in the practice of those pastimes which composed the serious

There were a few other youths of better education, and a more liberal character; but from their society also

our hero was in some degree excluded. Sir Everard had, upon the death of Queen Anne, resigned his seat in

Parliament, and, as his age increased and the number of his contemporaries diminished, had gradually

withdrawn himself from society; so that when, upon any particular occasion, Edward mingled with

accomplished and welleducated young men of his own rank and expectations, he felt an inferiority in their

company, not so much from deficiency of information, as from the want of the skill to command and to

arrange that which he possessed. A deep and increasing sensibility added to this dislike of society. The idea

of having committed the slightest solecism in politeness, whether real or imaginary, was agony to him; for

perhaps even guilt itself does not impose upon some minds so keen a sense of shame and remorse, as a

modest, sensitive, and inexperienced youth feels from the consciousness of having neglected etiquette, or

excited ridicule. Where we are not at ease, we cannot be happy; and therefore it is not surprising, that Edward

Waverley supposed that he disliked and was unfitted for society, merely because he had not yet acquired the

habit of living in it with ease and comfort, and of reciprocally giving and receiving pleasure.

The hours he spent with his uncle and aunt were exhausted in listening to the oftrepeated tale of narrative

old age. Yet even there his imagination, the predominant faculty of his mind, was frequently excited. Family

tradition and genealogical history, upon which much of Sir Everard's discourse turned, is the very reverse of

amber, which, itself a valuable substance, usually includes flies, straws, and other trifles; whereas these

studies, being themselves very insignificant and trifling, do nevertheless serve to perpetuate a great deal of

what is rare and valuable in ancient manners, and to record many curious and minute facts, which could have

been preserved and conveyed through no other medium. If, therefore, Edward Waverley yawned at times

over the dry deduction of his line of ancestors, with their various intermarriages, and inwardly deprecated the

remorseless and protracted accuracy with which the worthy Sir Everard rehearsed the various degrees of

propinquity between the house of WaverleyHonour and the doughty barons, knights, and squires, to whom

they stood allied; if (notwithstanding his obligations to the three ermines passant) he sometimes cursed in his

heart the jargon of heraldry, its griffins, its moldwarps, its wyverns, and its dragons with all the bitterness of

Hotspur himself, there were moments when these communications interested his fancy and rewarded his

The deeds of Wilibert of Waverley in the Holy Land, his long absence and perilous adventures, his supposed

death, and his return in the evening when the betrothed of his heart had wedded the hero who had protected

her from insult and oppression during his absence; the generosity with which the Crusader relinquished his

claims, and sought in a neighbouring cloister that peace which passeth not away; [See Note 1]to these and

similar tales he would hearken till his heart glowed and his eye glistened. Nor was he less affected, when his

aunt, Mrs. Rachel, narrated the sufferings and fortitude of Lady Alice Waverley during the Great Civil War.

The benevolent features of the venerable spinster kindled into more majestic expression, as she told how

Charles had, after the field of Worcester, found a day's refuge at WaverleyHonour; and how, when a troop

of cavalry were approaching to search the mansion, Lady Alice dismissed her youngest son with a handful of

domestics, charging them to make good with their lives an hour's diversion, that the king might have that

space for escape, 'And, God help her,' would Mrs. Rachel continue, fixing her eyes upon the heroine's portrait

as she spoke, 'full dearly did she purchase the safety of her prince with the life of her darling child. They

brought him here a prisoner, mortally wounded; and you may trace the drops of his blood from the great hall

door along the little gallery, and up to the saloon, where they laid him down to die at his mother's feet. But

there was comfort exchanged between them; for he knew from the glance of his mother's eye, that the

purpose of his desperate defence was attained. Ah! I remember,' she continued, 'I remember well to have seen

one that knew and loved him. Miss Lucy St. Aubin lived and died a maid for his sake, though one of the most

beautiful and wealthy matches in this country; all the world ran after her, but she wore widow's mourning all

her life for poor William, for they were betrothed though not married, and died in I cannot think of the

date; but I remember, in the November of that very year, when she found herself sinking, she desired to be

brought to WaverleyHonour once more, and visited all the places where she had been with my granduncle,

and caused the carpets to be raised that she might trace the impression of his blood, and if tears could have

washed it out, it had not been there now; for there was not a dry eye in the house. You would have thought,

Edward, that the very trees mourned for her, for their leaves dropped around her without a gust of wind; and,

From such legends our hero would steal away to indulge the fancies they excited. In the corner of the large

and sombre library, with no other light than was afforded by the decaying brands on its ponderous and ample

hearth, he would exercise for hours that internal sorcery, by which past or imaginary events are presented in

action, as it were, to the eye of the muser. Then arose in long and fair array the splendour of the bridal feast at

Waverley Castle; the tall and emaciated form of its real lord, as he stood in his pilgrim's weeds, an unnoticed

spectator of the festivities of his supposed heir and intended bride; the electrical shock occasioned by the

discovery; the springing of the vassals to arms; the astonishment of the bridegroom; the terror and confusion

of the bride; the agony with which Wilibert observed that her heart as well as consent was in these nuptials;

the air of dignity, yet of deep feeling, with which he flung down the halfdrawn sword, and turned away for

ever from the house of his ancestors. Then would he change the scene, and fancy would at his wish represent

Aunt Rachel's tragedy. He saw the Lady Waverley seated in her bower, her ear strained to every sound, her

heart throbbing with double agony, now listening to the decaying echo of the hoofs of the king's horse, and

when that had died away, hearing in every breeze that shook the trees of the park, the noise of the remote

skirmish. A distant sound is heard like the rushing of a swollen stream; it comes nearer, and Edward can

plainly distinguish the galloping of horses, the cries and shouts of men, with straggling pistolshots between,

rolling forwards to the Hall. The lady starts upa terrified menial rushes inbut why pursue such a

As living in this ideal world became daily more delectable to our hero, interruption was disagreeable in

proportion. The extensive domain that surrounded the Hall, which, far exceeding the dimensions of a park,

was usually termed WaverleyChase, had originally been forest ground, and still, though broken by extensive

glades, in which the young deer were sporting, retained its pristine and savage character. It was traversed by

broad avenues, in many places half grown up with brushwood, where the beauties of former days used to take

their stand to see the stag course with greyhounds, or to gain an aim at him with the crossbow. In one spot,

distinguished by a mossgrown Gothic monument, which retained the name of Queen's Standing, Elizabeth

herself was said to have pierced seven bucks with her own arrows. This was a very favourite haunt of

Waverley. At other times, with his gun and his spaniel, which served as an apology to others, and with a book

in his pocket, which perhaps served as an apology to himself, he used to pursue one of these long avenues,

which, after an ascending sweep of four miles, gradually narrowed into a rude and contracted path through

the cliffy and woody pass called Mirkwood Dingle, and opened suddenly upon a deep, dark, and small lake,

named, from the same cause, Mirkwood Mere. There stood, in former times, a solitary tower upon a rock

almost surrounded by the water, which had acquired the name of the Strength of Waverley, because, in

perilous times, it had often been the refuge of the family. There, in the wars of York and Lancaster, the last

adherents of the Red Rose who dared to maintain her cause, carried on a harassing and predatory warfare, till

the stronghold was reduced by the celebrated Richard of Gloucester. Here, too, a party of cavaliers long

maintained themselves under Nigel Waverley, elder brother of that William whose fate Aunt Rachel

commemorated. Through these scenes it was that Edward loved to 'chew the cud of sweet and bitter fancy,'

and, like a child among his toys, culled and arranged, from the splendid yet useless imagery and emblems

with which his imagination was stored, visions as brilliant and as fading as those of an evening sky. The

effect of this indulgence upon his temper and character will appear in the next chapter.

From the minuteness with which I have traced Waverley's pursuits, and the bias which these unavoidably

communicated to his imagination, the reader may perhaps anticipate, in the following tale, an imitation of the

romance of Cervantes. But he will do my prudence injustice in the supposition. My intention is not to follow

the steps of that inimitable author, in describing such total perversion of intellect as misconstrues the objects

actually presented to the senses, but that more common aberration from sound judgement, which apprehends

occurrences indeed in their reality, but communicates to them a tincture of its own romantic tone and

colouring. So far was Edward Waverley from expecting general sympathy with his own feelings, or

concluding that the present state of things was calculated to exhibit the reality of those visions in which he

loved to indulge, that he dreaded nothing more than the detection of such sentiments as were dictated by his

musings, he neither had nor wished to have a confidant, with whom to communicate his reveries; and so

sensible was he of the ridicule attached to them, that, had he been to choose between any punishment short of

ignominy, and the necessity of giving a cold and composed account of the ideal world in which he lived the

better part of his days, I think he would not have hesitated to prefer the former infliction. This secrecy

became doubly precious, as he felt in advancing life the influence of the awakening passions. Female forms

of exquisite grace and beauty began to mingle in his mental adventures; nor was he long without looking

abroad to compare the creatures of his own imagination with the females of actual life.

The list of the beauties who displayed their hebdomadal finery at the parish church of Waverley was neither

numerous nor select. By far the most passable was Miss Sissly, or, as she rather chose to be called, Miss

Cecilia Stubbs, daughter of Squire Stubbs at the Grange. I know not whether it was by the 'merest accident in

the world,' a phrase which, from female lips, does not always exclude MALICE PREPENSE, or whether it

was from a conformity of taste, that Miss Cecilia more than once crossed Edward in his favourite walks

through WaverleyChase. He had not as yet assumed courage to accost her on these occasions; but the

meeting was not without its effect. A romantic lover is a strange idolater, who sometimes cares not out of

what log he frames the object of his adoration; at least, if nature has given that object any passable proportion

of personal charms, he can easily play the jeweller and Dervise in the Oriental tale, [See Hoppner's tale of

The Seven Lovers.] and supply her richly, out of the stores of his own imagination, with supernatural beauty,

But ere the charms of Miss Cecilia Stubbs had erected her into a positive goddess, or elevated her at least to a

level with the saint her namesake, Mrs. Rachel Waverley gained some intimation which determined her to

prevent the approaching apotheosis. Even the most simple and unsuspicious of the female sex have (God

bless them!) an instinctive sharpness of perception in such matters, which sometimes goes the length of

observing partialities that never existed, but rarely misses to detect such as pass actually under their

observation. Mrs. Rachel applied herself with great prudence, not to combat, but to elude, the approaching

danger, and suggested to her brother the necessity that the heir of his house should see something more of the

Sir Everard would not at first listen to a proposal which went to separate his nephew from him. Edward was a

little bookish, he admitted; but youth, he had always heard, was the season for learning, and, no doubt, when

his rage for letters was abated, and his head fully stocked with knowledge, his nephew would take to field

sports and country business. He had often, he said, himself regretted that he had not spent some time in study

during his youth: he would neither have shot nor hunted with less skill, and he might have made the roof of

St. Stephen's echo to longer orations than were comprised in those zealous Noes, with which, when a member

of the House during Godolphin's administration, he encountered every measure of government.

Aunt Rachel's anxiety, however, lent her address to carry her point. Every representative of their house had

visited foreign parts, or served his country in the army, before he settled for life at WaverleyHonour, and

she appealed for the truth of her assertion to the genealogical pedigree, an authority which Sir Everard was

never known to contradict. In short, a proposal was made to Mr. Richard Waverley that his son should travel,

under the direction of his present tutor, Mr. Pembroke, with a suitable allowance from the baronet's liberality.

The father himself saw no objection to this overture; but upon mentioning it casually at the table of the

Minister, the great man looked grave. The reason was explained in private. The unhappy turn of Sir Everard's

politics, the Minister observed, was such as would render it highly improper that a young gentleman of such

hopeful prospects should travel on the Continent with a tutor doubtless of his uncle's choosing, and directing

his course by his instructions. What might Mr. Edward Waverley's society be at Paris, what at Rome, where

all manner of snares were spread by the Pretender and his sonsthese were points for Mr. Waverley to

consider. This he could himself say, that he knew his Majesty had such a just sense of Mr. Richard

Waverley's merits, that if his son adopted the army for a few years, a troop, he believed, might be reckoned

A hint thus conveyed and enforced was not to be neglected with impunity; and Richard Waverley, though

with great dread of shocking his brother's prejudices, deemed he could not avoid accepting the commission

thus offered him for his son. The truth is, he calculated much, and justly, upon Sir Everard's fondness for

Edward, which made him unlikely to resent any step that he might take in due submission to parental

authority. Two letters announced this determination to the Baronet and his nephew. The latter barely

communicated the fact, and pointed out the necessary preparation for joining his regiment. To his brother,

Richard was more diffuse and circuitous. He coincided with him in the most flattering manner, in the

propriety of his son's seeing a little more of the world, and was even humble in expressions of gratitude for

his proposed assistance; was, however, deeply concerned that it was now, unfortunately, not in Edward's

power exactly to comply with the plan which had been chalked out by his best friend and benefactor. He

himself had thought with pain on the boy's inactivity, at an age when all his ancestors had borne arms; even

Royalty itself had deigned to inquire whether young Waverley was not now in Flanders, at an age when his

grandfather was already bleeding for his king in the Great Civil War. This was accompanied by an offer of a

troop of horse. What could he do? There was no time to consult his brother's inclinations, even if he could

have conceived there might be objections on his part to his nephew s following the glorious career of his

predecessors. And, in short, that Edward was now (the intermediate steps of cornet and lieutenant being

overleapt with great agility) Captain Waverley, of Gardiner's regiment of dragoons, which he must join in

Sir Everard Waverley received this intimation with a mixture of feelings. At the period of the Hanoverian

succession he had withdrawn from Parliament, and his conduct, in the memorable year 1715, had not been

altogether unsuspected. There were reports of private musters of tenants and horses in WaverleyChase by

moonlight, and of cases of carbines and pistols purchased in Holland, and addressed to the Baronet, but

intercepted by the vigilance of a riding officer of the excise, who was afterwards tossed in a blanket on a

moonless night, by an association of stout yeomen, for his officiousness. Nay, it was even said, that at the

arrest of Sir William Wyndham, the leader of the Tory party, a letter from Sir Everard was found in the

pocket of his nightgown. But there was no overt act which an attainder could be founded on; and

government, contented with suppressing the insurrection of 1715, felt it neither prudent nor safe to push their

vengeance further than against those unfortunate gentlemen who actually took up arms.

Nor did Sir Everard's apprehensions of personal consequences seem to correspond with the reports spread

among his Whig neighbours. It was well known that he had supplied with money several of the distressed

Northumbrians and Scotchmen, who, after being made prisoners at Preston in Lancashire, were imprisoned in

Newgate and the Marshalsea; and it was his solicitor and ordinary counsel who conducted the defence of

some of these unfortunate gentlemen at their trial. It was generally supposed, however, that, had ministers

possessed any real proof of Sir Everard's accession to the rebellion, he either would not have ventured thus to

brave the existing government, or at least would not have done so with impunity. The feelings which then

dictated his proceedings, were those of a young man, and at an agitating period. Since that time Sir Everard's

jacobitism had been gradually decaying, like a fire which burns out for want of fuel. His Tory and High

Church principles were kept up by some occasional exercise at elections and quartersessions: but those

respecting hereditary right were fallen into a sort of abeyance. Yet it jarred severely upon his feelings, that his

nephew should go into the army under the Brunswick dynasty; and the more so, as, independent of his high

and conscientious ideas of paternal authority, it was impossible, or at least highly imprudent, to interfere

authoritatively to prevent it. This suppressed vexation gave rise to many poohs and pshaws, which were

placed to the account of an incipient fit of gout, until, having sent for the Army List, the worthy Baronet

consoled himself with reckoning the descendants of the houses of genuine loyalty, Mordaunts, Granvilles,

and Stanleys, whose names were to be found in that military record; and, calling up all his feelings of family

grandeur and warlike glory, he concluded, with logic something like Falstaff's, that when war was at hand,

although it were shame to be on any side but one, it were worse shame to be idle than to be on the worst side,

though blacker than usurpation could make it. As for Aunt Rachel, her scheme had not exactly terminated

according to her wishes, but she was under the necessity of submitting to circumstances; and her

mortification was diverted by the employment she found in fitting out her nephew for the campaign, and

Edward Waverley himself received with animated and undefined surprise this most unexpected intelligence.

It was, as a fine old poem expresses it, 'like a fire to heather set,' that covers a solitary hill with smoke, and

illumines it at the same time with dusky fire. His tutor, or, I should say, Mr. Pembroke, for he scarce assumed

the name of tutor, picked up about Edward's room some fragments of irregular verse, which he appeared to

have composed under the influence of the agitating feelings occasioned by this sudden page being turned up

to him in the book of life. The doctor, who was a believer in all poetry which was composed by his friends,

and written out in fair straight lines, with a capital at the beginning of each, communicated this treasure to

Aunt Rachel, who, with her spectacles dimmed with tears, transferred them to her commonplace book, among

choice receipts for cookery and medicine, favourite texts, and portions from High Church divines, and a few

songs, amatory and jacobitical, which she had carolled in her younger days, from whence her nephew's

poetical TENTAMINA were extracted, when the volume itself, with other authentic records of the Waverley

family, were exposed to the inspection of the unworthy editor of this memorable history. If they afford the

reader no higher amusement, they will serve, at least, better than narrative of any kind, to acquaint him with

In sober prose, as perhaps these verses intimate less decidedly, the transient idea of Miss Cecilia Stubbs

passed from Captain Waverley's heart amid the turmoil which his new destinies excited. She appeared,

indeed, in full splendour in her father's pew upon the Sunday when he attended service for the last time at the

old parish church, upon which occasion, at the request of his uncle and Aunt Rachel, he was induced (nothing

There is no better antidote against entertaining too high an opinion of others, than having an excellent one of

ourselves at the very same time. Miss Stubbs had indeed summoned up every assistance which art could

afford to beauty; but, alas! hoop, patches, frizzled locks, and a new mantua of genuine French silk, were lost

upon a young officer of dragoons, who wore, for the first time, his goldlaced hat, jackboots, and

or whether the deep and flaming bars of embroidered gold, which now fenced his breast, defied the artillery

Craving pardon for my heroics (which I am unable in certain cases to resist giving way to), it is a melancholy

fact, that my history must here take leave of the fair Cecilia, who, like many a daughter of Eve, after the

departure of Edward, and the dissipation of certain idle visions which she had adopted, quietly contented

herself with a PISALLER, and gave her hand, at the distance of six months, to the aforesaid Jonas, son of

the Baronet's steward, and heir (no unfertile prospect) to a steward's fortune; besides the snug probability of

succeeding to his father's office. All these advantages moved Squire Stubbs, as much as the ruddy brow and

manly form of the suitor influenced his daughter, to abate somewhat in the article of their gentry; and so the

match was concluded. None seemed more gratified than Aunt Rachel, who had hitherto looked rather askance

upon the presumptuous damsel (as much so, peradventure, as her nature would permit), but who, on the first

appearance of the new married pair at church, honoured the bride with a smile and a profound curtsy, in

presence of the rector, the curate, the clerk, and the whole congregation of the united parishes of Waverley

I beg pardon, once and for all, of those readers who take up novels merely for amusement, for plaguing them

so long with old fashioned politics, and Whig and Tory, and Hanoverians and Jacobites, The truth is, I

cannot promise them that this story shall be intelligible, not to say probable, without it. My plan requires that

I should explain the motives on which its action proceeded; and these motives necessarily arose from the

feelings, prejudices, and parties of the times. I do not invite my fair readers, whose sex and impatience give

them the greatest right to complain of these circumstances, into a flying chariot drawn by hippogriffs, or

moved by enchantment. Mine is a humble English postchaise, drawn upon four wheels, and keeping his

Majesty's highway. Such as dislike the vehicle may leave it at the next halt, and wait for the conveyance of

Prince Hussein's tapestry, or Malek the Weaver's flying sentrybox. Those who are contented to remain with

me will be occasionally exposed to the dullness inseparable from heavy roads, steep hills, sloughs, and other

terrestrial retardations; but, with tolerable horses and a civil driver (as the advertisements have it), I engage to

get as soon as possible into a more picturesque and romantic country, if my passengers incline to have some

patience with me during my first stages. [These Introductory Chapters have been a good deal censured as

tedious and unnecessary. Yet there are circumstances recorded in them which the author has not been able to

It was upon the evening of this memorable Sunday that Sir Everard entered the library, where he narrowly

missed surprising our young hero as he went through the guards of the broadsword with the ancient weapon

of old Sir Hildebrand, which, being preserved as an heirloom, usually hung over the chimney in the library,

beneath a picture of the knight and his horse, where the features were almost entirely hidden by the knight's

profusion of curled hair, and the Bucephalus which he bestrode concealed by the voluminous robes of the

Bath with which he was decorated. Sir Everard entered, and after a glance at the picture and another at his

nephew, began a little speech, which, however, soon dropped into the natural simplicity of his common

manner, agitated upon the present occasion by no common feeling. 'Nephew,' he said; and then, as mending

his phrase, 'My dear Edward, it is God's will, and also the will of your father, whom, under God, it is your

duty to obey, that you should leave us to take up the profession of arms, in which so many of your ancestors

have been distinguished. I have made such arrangements as will enable you to take the field as their

descendant, and as the probable heir of the house of Waverley; and, sir, in the field of battle you will

remember what name you bear. And, Edward, my dear boy, remember also that you are the last of that race,

and the only hope of its revival depends upon you; therefore, as far as duty and honour will permit, avoid

dangerI mean unnecessary danger and keep no company with rakes, gamblers, and Whigs, of whom, it

is to be feared, there are but too many in the service into which you are going. Your colonel, as I am

informed, is an excellent manfor a Presbyterian; but you will remember your duty to God, the Church of

England, and the' (this breach ought to have been supplied, according to the rubric, with the word KING;

but as, unfortunately, that word conveyed a double and embarrassing sense, one meaning DE FACTO, and

the other DE JURE, the knight filled up the blank otherwise)'the Church of England, and all constituted

authorities.' Then, not trusting himself with any further oratory, he carried his nephew to his stables to see the

horses destined for his campaign. Two were black (the regimental colour), superb chargers both; the other

three were stout active hacks, designed for the road, or for his domestics, of whom two were to attend him

from the Hall: an additional groom, if necessary, might be picked up in Scotland.

'You will depart with but a small retinue,' quoth the Baronet, 'compared to Sir Hildebrand, when he mustered

before the gate of the Hall a larger body of horse than your whole regiment consists of. I could have wished

that these twenty young fellows from my estate, who have enlisted in your troop, had been to march with you

on your journey to Scotland. It would have been something, at least; but I am told their attendance would be

thought unusual in these days, when every new and foolish fashion is introduced to break the natural

Sir Everard had done his best to correct this unnatural disposition of the times; for he had brightened the

chain of attachment between the recruits and their young captain, not only by a copious repast of beef and ale,

by way of parting feast, but by such a pecuniary donation to each individual, as tended rather to improve the

conviviality than the discipline of their march. After inspecting the cavalry, Sir Everard again conducted his

nephew to the library, where he produced a letter, carefully folded, surrounded by a little stripe of floxsilk,

according to ancient form, and sealed with an accurate impression of the Waverley coatofarms. It was

addressed, with great formality, 'To Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq. of Bradwardine, at his principal

mansion of TullyVeolan, in Perthshire, North Britain, TheseBy the hands of Captain Edward Waverley,

The gentleman to whom this enormous greeting was addressed, of whom we shall have more to say in the

sequel, had been in arms for the exiled family of Stuart in the year 1715, and was made prisoner at Preston in

Lancashire. He was of a very ancient family, and somewhat embarrassed fortune; a scholar, according to the

scholarship of Scotchmen, that is, his learning was more diffuse than accurate, and he was rather a reader

than a grammarian. Of his zeal for the classic authors he is said to have given an uncommon instance. On the

road between Preston and London he made his escape from his guards; but being afterwards found loitering

near the place where they had lodged the former night, he was recognized, and again arrested. His

companions, and even his escort, were surprised at his infatuation, and could not help inquiring, why, being

once at liberty, he had not made the best of his way to a place of safety; to which he replied, that he had

intended to do so, but, in good faith, he had returned to seek his Titus Livius, which he had forgot in the hurry

of his escape. [See Note 2.] The simplicity of this anecdote struck the gentleman, who, as we before

observed, had managed the defence of some of those unfortunate persons, at the expense of Sir Everard, and

perhaps some others of the party. He was, besides, himself a special admirer of the old Patavinian; and

though probably his own zeal might not have carried him such extravagant lengths, even to recover the

edition of Sweynheim and Pannartz (supposed to be the princeps), he did not the less estimate the devotion of

the North Briton, and in consequence exerted himself to so much purpose to remove and soften evidence,

detect legal flaws, ET CETERA, that he accomplished the final discharge and deliverance of Cosmo Comyne

Bradwardine from certain very awkward consequences of a plea before our sovereign lord the king in

The Baron of Bradwardine, for he was generally so called in Scotland (although his intimates, from his place

of residence, used to denominate him. TullyVeolan, or more familiarly, Tully), no sooner stood RECTUS

IN CURIA, than he posted down to pay his respects and make his acknowledgements at Waverley Honour.

A congenial passion for field sports, and a general coincidence in political opinions, cemented his friendship

with Sir Everard, notwithstanding the difference of their habits and studies in other particulars; and, having

spent several weeks at WaverleyHonour, the Baron departed with many expressions of regard, warmly

pressing the Baronet to return his visit, and partake of the diversion of grouseshooting upon his moors in

Perthshire next season. Shortly after, Mr. Bradwardine remitted from Scotland a sum in reimbursement of

expenses incurred in the King's High Court of Westminster, which, although not quite so formidable when

reduced to the English denomination, had, in its original form of Scotch pounds, shillings, and pence, such a

formidable effect upon the frame of Duncan Macwheeble, the laird's confidential factor, baronbailie, and

man of resource, that he had a fit of the colic which lasted for five days, occasioned, he said, solely and

utterly by becoming the unhappy instrument of conveying such a serious sum of money out of his native

country into the hands of the false English. But patriotism as it is the fairest, so it is often the most suspicious

mask of other feelings; and many who knew Bailie Macwheeble, concluded that his professions of regret

were not altogether disinterested, and that he would have grudged the moneys paid to the LOONS at

Westminster much less had they not come from Bradwardine estate, a fund which he considered as more

The laird was only rejoiced that his worthy friend, Sir Everard Waverley of WaverleyHonour, was

reimbursed of the expenditure which he had outlaid on account of the house of Bradwardine. It concerned, he

said, the credit of his own family, and of the kingdom of Scotland at large, that these disbursements should be

repaid forthwith, and, if delayed, if would be a matter of national reproach. Sir Everard, accustomed to treat

much larger sums with indifference, received the remittance of 294l. 13s. 6d., without being aware that the

payment was an international concern, and, indeed, would probably have forgot the circumstance altogether,

if Bailie Macwheeble had thought of comforting his colic by intercepting the subsidy. A yearly intercourse

took place, of a short letter, and a hamper or a cask or two, between WaverleyHonour and TullyVeolan,

the English exports consisting of mighty cheeses and mightier ale, pheasants and venison, and the Scottish

returns being vested in grouse, white hares, pickled salmon, and usquebaugh. All which were meant, sent,

and received, as pledges of constant friendship and amity between two important houses. It followed as a

matter of course, that the heirapparent of WaverleyHonour could not, with propriety, visit Scotland

When this matter was explained and settled, Mr. Pembroke expressed his wish to take a private and particular

leave of his dear pupil. The good man's exhortations to Edward to preserve an unblemished life and morals,

to hold fast the principles of the Christian religion, and to eschew the profane company of scoffers and

latitudinarians, too much abounding in the army, were not unmingled with his political prejudices. It had

pleased Heaven, he said, to place Scotland (doubtless for the sins of their ancestors in 1642) in a more

deplorable state of darkness than even this unhappy kingdom of England. Here, at least, although the

candlestick of the Church of England had been in some degree removed from its place, it yet afforded a

glimmering light; there was a hierarchy, though schismatical, and fallen from the principles maintained by

those great fathers of the church, Sancroft and his brethren; there was a liturgy, though wofully perverted in

some of the principal petitions. But in Scotland it was utter darkness; and, excepting a sorrowful, scattered,

and persecuted remnant, the pulpits were abandoned to Presbyterians, and he feared, to sectaries of every

description. It should be his duty to fortify his dear pupil to resist such unhallowed and pernicious doctrines

in church and state, as must necessarily be forced at times upon his unwilling ears.

Here he produced two immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain a whole ream of

closelywritten manuscript. They had been the labour of the worthy man's whole life; and never were labour

and zeal more absurdly wasted. He had at one time gone to London, with the intention of giving them to the

world, by the medium of a bookseller in Little Britain, well known to deal in such commodities, and to whom

he was instructed to address himself in a particular phrase, and with a certain sign, which, it seems, passed at

that time current among the initiated Jacobites. The moment Mr. Pembroke had uttered the shibboleth, with

the appropriate gesture, the bibliopolist greeted him, notwithstanding every disclamation, by the title of

Doctor, and conveying him into his back shop, after inspecting every possible and impossible place of

concealment, he commenced: 'Eh, doctor! Wellall under the rosesnugI keep no holes here even for a

Hanoverian rat to hide in. And, whateh! any good news from our friends over the water?and how does

the worthy king of France? Or perhaps you are more lately from Rome?it must be Rome will do it at

lastthe church must light its candle at the old lamp. Eh! what, cautious? I like you the better; but no fear.'

Here Mr. Pembroke, with some difficulty, stopped a torrent of interrogations, eked out with signs, nods, and

winks; and, having at length convinced the bookseller that he did him too much honour in supposing him an

The man of books, with a much more composed air, proceeded to examine the manuscripts. The title of the

first was 'A Dissent from Dissenters, or the Comprehension confuted; showing the Impossibility of any

Composition between the Church and Puritans, Presbyterians, or Sectaries of any Description; illustrated

from the Scriptures, the fathers of the Church, and the soundest Controversial Divines.' To this work the

bookseller positively demurred. 'Well meant,' he said, 'and learned, doubtless; but the time had gone by.

Printed on small pica it would run to eight hundred pages, and could never pay. Begged therefore to be

excused. Loved and honoured the true church from his soul; and, had it been a sermon on the martyrdom, or

any twelvepenny touch why I would venture something for the honour of the cloth. But come, let's see

the other. 'Right Hereditary righted!' ah, there's some sense in this! Humhumhumpages so many,

paper so much, letterpressAh! I'll tell you, though, doctor, you must knock out some of the Latin and

Greek; heavy, doctor, damn'd heavy(beg your pardon) and if you throw in a few grains more pepperI

am he that never peached my authorI have published for Drake, and Charlwood Lawton, and poor

Amhurst. [See Note 3.]Ah, Caleb! Caleb! Well, it was a shame to let poor Caleb starve, and so many fat

rectors and squires among us. I gave him a dinner once a week; but, Lord love you, what's once a week, when

a man does not know where to go the other six days?Well, but I must show the manuscript to little Tom

Alibi the solicitor, who manages all my law affairsmust keep on the windy sidethe mob were very

uncivil the last time I mounted in Old Palace Yard all Whigs and Roundheads every man of them,

The next day Mr. Pembroke again called on the publisher, but found Tom Alibi's advice had determined him

against undertaking the work. 'Not but what I would go to(what was I going to say?) to the Plantations for

the church with pleasurebut, dear doctor, I have a wife and family; but, to show my zeal, I'll recommend

the job to my neighbour Trimmelhe is a bachelor, and leaving off business, so a voyage in a western barge

would not inconvenience him.' But Mr. Trimmel was also obdurate, and Mr. Pembroke, fortunately

perchance for himself, was compelled to return to WaverleyHonour with his treatise in vindication of the

real fundamental principles of church and state safely packed in his saddlebags.

As the public were thus likely to be deprived of the benefit arising from his lucubrations by the selfish

cowardice of the trade, Mr. Pembroke resolved to make two copies of these tremendous manuscripts for the

use of his pupil. He felt that he had been indolent as a tutor, and, besides, his conscience checked him for

complying with the request of Mr. Richard Waverley, that he would impress no sentiments upon Edward's

mind inconsistent with the present settlement in church and state. But now, thought he, I may, without breach

of my word, since he is no longer under my tuition, afford the youth the means of judging for himself, and

have only to dread his reproaches for so long concealing the light which the perusal will flash upon his mind.

While he thus indulged the reveries of an author and a politician, his darling proselyte, seeing nothing very

inviting in the title of the tracts, and appalled by the bulk and compact lines of the manuscript, quietly

Aunt Rachel's farewell was brief and affectionate. She only cautioned her dear Edward, whom she probably

deemed somewhat susceptible, against the fascination of Scottish beauty. She allowed that the northern part

of the island contained some ancient families, but they were all Whigs and Presbyterians except the

Highlanders; and respecting them she must needs say, there could be no great delicacy among the ladies,

where the gentlemen's usual attire was, as she had been assured, to say the least, very singular, and not at all

decorous. She concluded her farewell with a kind and moving benediction, and gave the young officer, as a

pledge of her regard, a valuable diamond ring (often worn by the male sex at that time), and a purse of broad

gold pieces, which also were more common Sixty Years since than they have been of late.

The next morning, amid varied feelings, the chief of which was a predominant, anxious, and even solemn

impression, that he was now in a great measure abandoned to his own guidance and direction, Edward

Waverley departed from the Hall amid the blessings and tears of all the old domestics and the inhabitants of

the village, mingled with some sly petitions for sergeantcies and corporalships, and so forth, on the part of

those who professed that 'they never thoft to ha' seen Jacob, and Giles, and Jonathan, go off for soldiers, save

to attend his honour, as in duty bound.' Edward, as in duty bound, extricated himself from the supplicants

with the pledge of fewer promises than might have been expected from a young man so little accustomed to

the world. After a short visit to London, he proceeded on horseback, then the general mode of travelling, to

Edinburgh, and from thence to Dundee, a seaport on the eastern coast of Angusshire, where his regiment

He now entered upon a new world, where, for a time, all was beautiful because all was new. Colonel

Gardiner, the commanding officer of the regiment, was himself a study for a romantic, and at the same time

an inquisitive, youth. In person he was tall, handsome, and active, though somewhat advanced in life. In his

early years, he had been what is called, by manner of palliative, a very gay young man, and strange stories

were circulated about his sudden conversion from doubt, if not infidelity, to a serious and even enthusiastic

turn of mind. It was whispered that a supernatural communication, of a nature obvious even to the exterior

senses, had produced this wonderful change; and though some mentioned the proselyte as an enthusiast, none

hinted at his being a hypocrite. This singular and mystical circumstance gave Colonel Gardiner a peculiar and

solemn interest in the eyes of the young soldier. [See Note 4.] It may be easily imagined that the officers of a

regiment, commanded by so respectable a person, composed a society more sedate and orderly than a military

mess always exhibits; and that Waverley escaped some temptations to which he might otherwise have been

Meanwhile his military education proceeded. Already a good horseman, he was now initiated into the arts of

the manege, which, when carried to perfection, almost realize the fable of the Centaur, the guidance of the

horse appearing to proceed from the rider's mere volition, rather than from the use of any external and

apparent signal of motion. He received also instructions in his field duty; but, I must own, that when his first

ardour was passed, his progress fell short in the latter particular of what he wished and expected. The duty of

an officer, the most imposing of all others to the inexperienced mind, because accompanied with so much

outward pomp and circumstance, is in its essence a very dry and abstract task, depending chiefly upon

arithmetical combinations, requiring much attention, and a cool and reasoning head, to bring them into

action. Our hero was liable to fits of absence, in which his blunders excited some mirth, and called down

some reproof. This circumstance impressed him with a painful sense of inferiority in those qualities which

appeared most to deserve and obtain regard in his new profession. He asked himself in vain, why his eye

could not judge of distance or space so well as those of his companions; why his head was not always

successful in disentangling the various partial movements necessary to execute a particular evolution; and

why his memory, so alert upon most occasions, did not correctly retain technical phrases, and minute points

of etiquette or field discipline. Waverley was naturally modest, and therefore did not fall into the egregious

mistake of supposing such minuter rules of military duty beneath his notice, or conceiting himself to be born

a general, because he made an indifferent subaltern. The truth was, that the vague and unsatisfactory course

of reading which he had pursued, working upon a temper naturally retired and abstracted, had given him that

wavering and unsettled habit of mind, which is most averse to study and riveted attention. Time, in the

meanwhile, hung heavy on his hands. The gentry of the neighbourhood were disaffected, and, showed little

hospitality to the military guests; and the people of the town, chiefly engaged in mercantile pursuits, were not

such as Waverley chose to associate with. The arrival of summer, and a curiosity to know something more of

Scotland than he could see in a ride from his quarters, determined him to request leave of absence for a few

weeks. He resolved first to visit his uncle's ancient friend and correspondent, with the purpose of extending or

shortening the time of his residence according to circumstances. He travelled of course on horseback, and

with a single attendant, and passed his first night at a miserable inn, where the landlady had neither shoes nor

stockings, and the landlord, who called himself a gentleman, was disposed to be rude to his guest, because he

had not bespoke the pleasure of his society to supper. [See Note 5.] The next day, traversing an open and

unenclosed country, Edward gradually approached the Highlands of Perthshire, which at first had appeared a

blue outline in the horizon, but now swelled into huge gigantic masses, which frowned defiance over the

more level country that lay beneath them. Near the bottom of this stupendous barrier, but still in the Lowland

country, dwelt Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine of Bradwardine; and, if greyhaired eld can be in aught

believed, there had dwelt his ancestors, with all their heritage, since the days of the gracious King Duncan.

It was about noon when Captain Waverley entered the straggling village, or rather hamlet, of TullyVeolan,

close to which was situated the mansion of the proprietor. The houses seemed miserable in the extreme,

especially to an eye accustomed to the smiling neatness of English cottages. They stood, without any respect

for regularity, on each side of straggling kind of unpaved street, where children, almost in a primitive state of

nakedness, lay sprawling, as if to be crushed by the hoofs of the first passing horse. Occasionally, indeed,

when such a consummation seemed inevitable, a watchful old grandam, with her close cap, distaff, and

spindle, rushed like a sibyl in frenzy out of one of these miserable cells, dashed into the middle of the path,

and snatching up her own charge from among the sunburnt loiterers, saluted him with a sound cuff, and

transported him back to his dungeon, the little whiteheaded varlet screaming all the while, from the very top

of his lungs, a shrilly treble to the growling remonstrances of the enraged matron. Another part in this concert

was sustained by the incessant yelping of a score of idle useless curs, which followed, snarling, barking,

howling, and snapping at the horses' heels; a nuisance at that time so common in Scotland, that a French

tourist, who, like other travellers, longed to find a good and rational reason for everything he saw, has

recorded, as one of the memorabilia of Caledonia, that the state maintained in each village a relay of curs,

called COLLIES, whose duty it was to chase the CHEVAUX DE POSTE (too starved and exhausted to move

without such a stimulus) from one hamlet to another, till their annoying convoy drove them to the end of their

stage. The evil and remedy (such as it is) still exist: but this is remote from our present purpose, and is only

As Waverley moved on, here and there an old man, bent as much by toil as years, his eyes bleared with age

and smoke, tottered to the door of his hut, to gaze on the dress of the stranger, and the form and motions of

the horses, and then assembled with his neighbours, in a little group at the smithy, to discuss the probabilities

of whence the stranger came, and where he might be going. Three or four village girls, returning from the

well or brook with pitchers and pails upon their heads, formed more pleasing objects; and, with their thin,

short gowns and single petticoats, bare arms, legs, and feet, uncovered heads, and braided hair, somewhat

resembled Italian forms of landscape. Nor could a lover of the picturesque have challenged either the

elegance of their costume, or the symmetry of their shape; although, to say the truth, a mere Englishman, in

search of the COMFORTABLE, a word peculiar to his native tongue, might have wished the clothes less

scanty, the feet and legs somewhat protected from the weather, the head and complexion shrouded from the

sun, or perhaps might even have thought the whole person and dress considerably improved, by a plentiful

application of spring water, with a QUANTUM SUFFICIT of soap, The whole scene was depressing; for it

argued, at the first glance, at least a stagnation of industry, and perhaps of intellect. Even curiosity, the busiest

passion of the idle, seemed of a listless cast in the village of TullyVeolan: the curs aforesaid alone showed

any part of its activity; with the villagers it was passive. They stood and gazed at the handsome young officer

and his attendant, but without any of those quick motions, and eager looks, that indicate the earnestness with

which those who live in monotonous ease at home, look out for amusement abroad. Yet the physiognomy of

the people, when more closely examined, was far from exhibiting the indifference of stupidity; their features

were rough, but remarkably intelligent; grave, but the very reverse of stupid; and from among the young

women, an artist might have chosen more than one model, whose features and form resembled those of

Minerva. The children, also, whose skins were burnt black, and whose hair was bleached white, by the

influence of the sun, had a look and manner of life and interest. It seemed, upon the whole, as if poverty, and

indolence, its too frequent companion, were combining to depress the natural genius and acquired

Some such thoughts crossed Waverley's mind as he paced his horse slowly through the rugged and flinty

street of TullyVeolan, interrupted only in his meditations by the occasional caprioles which his charger

exhibited at the reiterated assaults of those canine Cossacks, the COLLIES before mentioned. The village was

more than half a mile long, the cottages being irregularly divided from each other by gardens, or yards, as the

inhabitants called them, of different sizes, where (for it is Sixty Years since) the now universal potato was

unknown, but which were stored with gigantic plants of KALE or colewort, encircled with groves of nettles,

and exhibited here and there a huge hemlock, or the national thistle, overshadowing a quarter of the petty

enclosure. The broken ground on which the village was built had never been levelled; so that these enclosures

presented declivities of every degree, here rising like terraces, there sinking like tanpits. The drystone

walls which fenced, or seemed to fence (for they were sorely breached), these hanging gardens of

TullyVeolan, were intersected by a narrow lane leading to the common field, where the joint labour of the

villagers cultivated alternate ridges and patches of rye, oats, barley, and peas, each of such minute extent, that

at a little distance the unprofitable variety of the surface resembled a tailor's book of patterns. In a few

favoured instances, there appeared behind the cottages a miserable wigwam, compiled of earth, loose stones,

and turf, where the wealthy might perhaps shelter a starved cow or sorely galled horse. But almost every hut

was fenced in front by a huge black stack of turf on one side of the door, while on the other the family

About a bowshot from the end of the village appeared the enclosures, proudly denominated the Parks of

TullyVeolan, being certain square fields, surrounded and divided by stone walls five feet in height. In the

centre of the exterior barrier was the upper gate of the avenue, opening under an archway, battlemented on

the top, and adorned with two large weatherbeaten mutilated masses of upright stone, which, if the tradition

of the hamlet could be trusted, had once represented, at least had been once designed to represent, two

rampant Bears, the supporters of the family of Bradwardine. This avenue was straight, and of moderate

length, running between a double row of very ancient horse chestnuts, planted alternately with sycamores,

which rose to such huge height, and flourished so luxuriantly, that their boughs completely overarched the

broad road beneath. Beyond these venerable ranks, and running parallel to them, were two high walls, of

apparently the like antiquity, overgrown with ivy, honeysuckle, and other climbing plants. The avenue

seemed very little trodden, and chiefly by footpassengers; so that being very broad, and enjoying a constant

shade, it was clothed with grass of a deep and rich verdure, excepting where a footpath, worn by occasional

passengers, tracked with a natural sweep the way from the upper to the lower gate. This nether portal, like the

former, opened in front of a wall ornamented with some rude sculpture, with battlements on the top, over

which were seen, halfhidden by the trees of the avenue, the high steep roofs and narrow gables of the

mansion, with lines indented into steps, and corners decorated with small turrets. One of the folding leaves of

the lower gate was open, and as the sun shone full into the court behind, a long line of brilliancy was flung

upon the aperture up the dark and gloomy avenue. It was one of those effects which a painter loves to

represent, and mingled well with the struggling light which found its way between the boughs of the shady

The solitude and repose of the whole scene seemed almost romantic; and Waverley, who had given his horse

to his servant on entering the first gate, walked slowly down the avenue, enjoying the grateful and cooling

shade, and so much pleased with the placid ideas of rest and seclusion excited by this confined and quiet

scene, that he forgot the misery and dirt of the hamlet he had left behind him. The opening into the paved

courtyard corresponded with the rest of the scene. The house, which seemed to consist of two or three high,

narrow, and steeproofed buildings, projecting from each other at right angles, formed one side of the

enclosure. It had been built at a period when castles were no longer necessary, and when the Scottish

architects had not yet acquired the art of designing a domestic residence. The windows were numberless, but

very small; the roof had some nondescript kind of projections, called bartizans, and displayed at each

frequent angle a small turret, rather resembling a pepperbox than a Gothic watchtower. Neither did the

front indicate absolute security from danger. There were loopholes for musketry, and iron stanchions on the

lower windows, probably to repel any roving band of gipsies, or resist a predatory visit from the Caterans of

the neighbouring Highlands. Stables and other offices occupied another side of the square. The former were

low vaults, with narrow slits instead of windows, resembling, as Edward's groom observed, 'rather a prison

for murderers and larceners, and such like as are tried at 'sizes, than a place for any Christian cattle.' Above

these dungeonlooking stables were granaries, called girnels, and other offices, to which there was access by

outside stairs of heavy masonry. Two battlemented walls, one of which faced the avenue, and the other

Nor was the court without its ornaments. In one corner was a tunbellied pigeonhouse, of great size and

rotundity, resembling in figure and proportion the curious edifice called Arthur's Oven, which would have

turned the brains of all the antiquaries in England, had not the worthy proprietor pulled it down for the sake

of mending a neighbouring damdyke. This dovecot, or COLUMBARIUM, as the owner called it, was no

small resource to a Scottish laird of that period, whose scanty rents were eked out by the contributions levied

upon the farms by these light foragers, and the conscriptions exacted from the latter for the benefit of the

Another corner of the court displayed a fountain, where a huge bear, carved in stone, predominated over a

large stone basin, into which he disgorged the water. This work of art was the wonder of the country ten

miles round. It must not be forgotten, that all sorts of bears, small and large, demi or in full proportion, were

carved over the windows, upon the ends of the gables, terminated the spouts, and supported the turrets, with

the ancient family motto 'BEWAR THE BAR,' cut under each hyperborean form. The court was spacious,

well paved, and perfectly clean, there being probably another entrance behind the stables for removing the

litter. Everything around appeared solitary, and would have been silent, but for the continued plashing of the

fountain; and the whole scene still maintained the monastic illusion which the fancy of Waverley had

conjured up.And here we beg permission to close a chapter of still life. [There is no particular mansion

described under the name of TullyVeolan; but the peculiarities of the description occur in various old

Scottish seats. The House of Warrender upon Bruntsfield Links, and that of Old Ravelston, belonging, the

former to Sir George Warrender, the latter to Sir Alexander Keith, have both contributed several hints to the

description in the text. The House of Dean, near Edinburgh, has also some points of resemblance with

TullyVeolan. The author has, however, been informed, that the House of Grandtully resembles that of the

After having satisfied his curiosity by gazing around him for a few minutes, Waverley applied himself to the

massive knocker of the halldoor, the architrave of which bore the date 1594. But no answer was returned,

though the peal resounded through a number of apartments, and was echoed from the courtyard walls without

the house, startling the pigeons from the venerable rotunda which they occupied, and alarming anew even the

distant village curs, which had retired to sleep upon their respective dunghills. Tired of the din which he

created, and the unprofitable responses which it excited, Waverley began to think that he had reached the

Filled almost with expectation of beholding some 'old, old man, with beard as white as snow,' whom he might

question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket door, well clenched with

iron nails, which opened in the courtyard wall at its angle with the house. It was only latched,

notwithstanding its fortified appearance, and, when opened, admitted him into the garden, which presented a

pleasant scene. [At Ravelston may be seen such a garden, which the taste of the proprietor, the author's friend

and kinsman, Sir Alexander Keith, Knight Mareschal, has judiciously preserved. That, as well as the house,

is, however, of smaller dimensions than the Baron of Bradwardine's mansion and garden are presumed to

have been.] The southern side of the house, clothed with fruittrees, and having many evergreens trained

upon its walls, extended its irregular yet venerable front along a terrace, partly paved, partly gravelled, partly

bordered with flowers and choice shrubs. This elevation descended by three several flights of steps, placed in

its centre and at the extremities, into what might be called the garden proper, and was fenced along the top by

a stone parapet with a heavy balustrade, ornamented from space to space with huge grotesque figures of

animals seated upon their haunches, among which the favourite bear was repeatedly introduced. Placed in the

middle of the terrace, between a sashed door opening from the house and the central flight of steps, a huge

animal of the same species supported on his head and forepaws a sundial of large circumference, inscribed

The garden, which seemed to be kept with great accuracy, abounded in fruittrees, and exhibited a profusion

of flowers and evergreens, cut into grotesque forms. It was laid out in terraces, which descended rank by rank

from the western wall to a large brook, which had a tranquil and smooth appearance, where it served as a

boundary to the garden; but, near the extremity, leapt in tumult over a strong dam, or weirhead, the cause of

its temporary tranquillity, and there forming a cascade, was overlooked by an octangular summerhouse,

with a gilded bear on the top by way of vane. After this feat, the brook, assuming its natural rapid and fierce

character, escaped from the eye down a deep and wooded dell, from the copse of which arose a massive, but

ruinous tower, the former habitation of the Barons of Bradwardine, The margin of the brook, opposite to the

garden, displayed a narrow meadow, or haugh, as it was called, which formed a small washinggreen; the

The scene, though pleasing, was not quite equal to the gardens of Alcina; yet wanted not the 'DUE

DONZELLETTE GARRULE' of that enchanted paradise, for upon the green aforesaid two barelegged

damsels, each standing in a spacious tub, performed with their feet the office of a patent washingmachine.

These did not, however, like the maidens of Armida, remain to greet with their harmony the approaching

guest, but, alarmed at the appearance of a handsome stranger on the opposite side, dropped their garments (I

should say garment, to be quitecorrect) over their limbs, which their occupation exposed somewhat too

freely, and, with a shrill exclamation of 'Eh, sirs!' uttered with an accent between modesty and coquetry,

Waverley began to despair of gaining entrance into this solitary and seemingly enchanted mansion, when a,

man advanced up one of the garden alleys, where he still retained his station. Trusting this might be a

gardener, or some domestic belonging to the house, Edward descended the steps in order to meet him; but as

the figure approached, and long before he could descry its features, he was struck with the oddity of its

appearance and gestures.Sometimes this mister wight held his hands clasped over his head, like an Indian

Jogue in the attitude of penance; sometimes he swung them perpendicularly, like a pendulum, on each side;

and anon he slapped them swiftly and repeatedly across his breast, like the substitute used by a

hackneycoachman for his usual flogging exercise, when his cattle are idle upon the stand in a clear frosty

day. His gait was as singular as his gestures, for at times he hopped with great perseverance on the right foot,

then exchanged that supporter to advance in the same manner on the left, and then putting his feet close

together, he hopped upon both at once. His attire, also, was antiquated and extravagant. It consisted in a sort

of grey jerkin, with scarlet cuffs and slashed sleeves, showing a scarlet lining; the other parts of the dress

corresponded in colour, not forgetting a pair of scarlet stockings, and a scarlet bonnet, proudly surmounted

with a turkey's feather. Edward, whom he did not seem to observe, now perceived confirmation in his

features of what the mien and gestures had already announced. It was apparently neither idiocy nor insanity

which gave that wild, unsettled, irregular expression to a face which naturally was rather handsome, but

something that resembled a compound of both, where the simplicity of the fool was mixed with the

extravagance of a crazed imagination. He sang with great earnestness, and not without some taste, a fragment

[This is a genuine ancient fragment, with some alteration in the last two lines.]

Here lifting up his eyes, which had hitherobeen fixed in observing how his feet kept time to the tune, he

beheld Waverley, and instantly doffed his cap, with many grotesque signals of surprise, respect, and

salutation. Edward, though with little hope of receiving an answer to any constant question, requested to

know whether Mr. Bradwardine were at home, or where he could find any of the domestics. The questioned

This conveyed no information, and Edward, repeating his queries, received a rapid answer, in which, from the

haste and peculiarity of the dialect, the word 'butler' was alone intelligible. Waverley then requested to see the

butler; upon which the fellow, with a knowing look and nod of intelligence, made a signal to Edward to

follow, and began to dance and caper down the alley up which he had made his approaches.A strange

guide this, thought Edward, and not much unlike one of Shakespeare's roynish clowns. I am not over prudent

to trust to his pilotage; but wiser men have been led by fools.By this time he reached the bottom of the

alley, where, turning short on a little parterre of flowers, shrouded from the east and north by a close yew

hedge, he found an old man at work without his coat, whose appearance hovered between that of an upper

servant and gardener; his red nose and ruffed shirt belonging to the former profession; his hale and sunburnt

The major domofor such he was, and indisputably the second officer of state in the barony (nay, as chief

minister of the interior, superior even to Bailie Macwheeble, in his own department of the kitchen and

cellar)the major domo laid down his spade, slipped on his coat in haste, and with a wrathful look at

Edward's guide, probably excited by his having introduced a stranger while he was engaged in this laborious,

and, as he might suppose it, degrading office, requested to know the gentleman's commands. Being informed

that he wished to pay his respects to his master, that his name was Waverley, and so forth, the old man's

countenance assumed a great deal of respectful importance. 'He could take it upon his conscience to say, his

honour would have exceeding pleasure in seeing him. Would not Mr. Waverley choose some refreshment

after his journey? His honour was with the folk who were getting doon the dark hag; the twa gardener lads

(an emphasis on the word TWA) had been ordered to attend him; and he had been just amusing himself in the

meantime with dressing Miss Rose's flowerbed, that he might be near to receive his honour's orders, if need

were: he was very fond of a garden, but had little time for such divertisements.'

'He canna get it wrought in abune twa days in the week at no rate whatever,' said Edward's fantastic

A grim look from the butler chastised his interference, and he commanded him, by the name of Davie

Gellatley, in a tone which admitted no discussion, to look for his honour at the dark hag, and tell him there

'With all fidelity, sir, to any one whom he respects. I would hardly trust him with a long message by word of

Waverley delivered his credentials to Mr. Gellatley, who seemed to confirm the butler's last observation, by

twisting his features at him, when he was looking another way, into the resemblance of the grotesque face on

the bowl of a German tobaccopipe; after which, with an odd conge to Waverley, he danced off to discharge

'He is an innocent, sir,' said the butler; 'there is one such in almost every town in the country, but ours is

brought far ben. He used to work a day's turn weel eneugh; but he help'd Miss Rose when she was flemit with

the Laird of Killancureit's new English bull, and since that time we ca' him Davie Dolittle indeed we might

ca' him Davie Donaething, for since he got that gay clothing, to please his honour and my young mistress

(great folks will have their fancies), he has done naething but dance up and down about the TOUN, without

doing a single turn, unless trimming the laird's fishingwand or busking his flies, or maybe catching a dish of

trouts at an orratime. But here comes Miss Rose, who, I take burden upon me for her, will be especially glad

But Rose Bradwardine deserves better of her unworthy historian, than to be introduced at the end of a

In the meanwhile it may be noticed, that Waverley learned two things from this colloquy; that in Scotland a

Miss Bradwardine was but seventeen; yet, at the last races of the county town of , upon her health being

proposed among a round of beauties, the Laird of Bumperquaigh, permanent feastmaster and croupier of the

Bautherwhillery Club, not only said MORE to the pledge in a pint bumper of Bourdeaux, but, ere pouring

forth the libation, denominated the divinity to whom it was dedicated, 'the Rose of TullyVeolan;' upon

which festive occasion, three cheers were given by all the sitting members of that respectable society, whose

throats the wine had left capable of such exertion. Nay, I am well assured, that the sleeping partners of the

company snorted applause, and that although strong bumpers and weak brains had consigned two or three to

the floor, yet even these, fallen as they were from their high estate, and weltering I will carry the parody no

furtheruttered divers inarticulate sounds, intimating their assent to the motion.

Such unanimous applause could not be extorted but by acknowledged merit; and Rose Bradwardine not only

deserved it, but also the approbation of much more rational persons than the Bautherwhillery Club could have

mustered, even before discussion of the first MAGNUM. She was indeed a very pretty girl of the Scotch cast

of beauty, that is, with a profusion of hair of paley gold, and a skin like the snow of her own mountains in

whiteness. Yet she had not a pallid or pensive cast of countenance; her features, as well as her temper, had a

lively expression; her complexion, though not florid, was so pure as to seem transparent, and the slightest

emotion sent her whole blood at once to her face and neck. Her form, though under the common size, was

remarkably elegant, and her motions light, easy, and unembarrassed. She came from another part of the

garden to receive Captain Waverley, with a manner that hovered between bashfulness and courtesy.

The first greetings past, Edward learned from her that the dark hag, which had somewhat puzzled him in the

butler's account of his master's avocations, had nothing to do either with a black cat or a broomstick, but was

simply a portion of oak copse which was to be felled that day. She offered, with diffident civility, to show the

stranger the way to the spot, which, it seems, was not far distant; but they were prevented by the appearance

of the Baron of Bradwardine in person, who, summoned by David Gellatley, now appeared, 'on hospitable

thoughts intent,' clearing the ground at a prodigious rate with swift and long strides, which reminded

Waverley of the sevenleague boots of the nursery fable. He was a tall, thin, athletic figure; old indeed, and

grey haired, but with every muscle rendered as tough as whipcord by constant exercise. He was dressed

carelessly, and more like a Frenchman than an Englishman of the period, while, from his hard features and

perpendicular rigidity of stature, he bore some resemblance to a Swiss officer of the guards, who had resided

some time at Paris, and caught the costume, but not the ease or manner of its inhabitants. The truth was, that

Owing to his natural disposition to study, or perhaps to a very general Scottish fashion of giving young men

of rank a legal education, he had been bred with a view to the Bar. But the politics of his family precluding

the hope of his rising in that profession, Mr. Bradwardine travelled with high reputation for several years, and

made some campaigns in foreign service. After his DEMELE with the law of high treason in 1715, he had

lived in retirement, conversing almost entirely with those of his own principles in the vicinage. The pedantry

of the lawyer, superinduced upon the military pride of the soldier, might remind a modern of the days of the

zealous volunteer service, when the bargown of our pleaders was often hung over a blazing uniform. To this

must be added the prejudices of ancient birth and Jacobite politics, greatly strengthened by habits of solitary

and secluded authority, which, though exercised only within the bounds of his halfcultivated estate, was

there indisputable and undisputed. For, as he used to observe, 'the lands of Bradwardine, TullyVeolan, and

others, had been erected into a free barony by a charter from David the First, CUM LIBERALI POTEST.

HABENDI CURIAS ET JUSTICIAS, CUM FOSSA ET FURCA (LIE pit and gallows) ET SAKA ET

SIVE BAKBARAND.' The peculiar meaning of all these cabalistical words few or none could explain; but

they implied, upon the whole, that the Baron of Bradwardine might, in case of delinquency, imprison, try,

and execute his vassals at his pleasure. Like James the First. however, the present possessor of this authority

was more pleased in talking about prerogative than in exercising it; and, excepting that he imprisoned two

poachers in the dungeon of the old tower of TullyVeolan, where they were sorely frightened by ghosts, and

almost eaten by rats, and that he set an old woman in the JOUGS (or Scottish pillory) for saying 'there were

mair fules in the laird's ha' house than Davie Gellatley,' I do not learn that he was accused of abusing his high

powers. Still, however, the conscious pride of possessing them gave additional importance to his language

At his first address to Waverley, it would seem that the hearty pleasure he felt to behold the nephew of his

friend had somewhat discomposed the stiff and upright dignity of the Baron of Bradwardine's demeanour, for

the tears stood in the old gentleman's eyes, when, having first shaken Edward heartily by the hand in the

English fashion, he embraced him A LA MODE FRANCAISE, and kissed him on both sides of his face;

while the hardness of his grip, and the quantity of Scotch snuff which his ACCOLADE communicated, called

'Upon the honour of a gentleman,' he said, 'but it makes me young again to see you here, Mr. Waverley!' A

worthy scion of the old stock of WaverleyHonourSPES ALTERA, as Maro hath itand you have the

look of the old line, Captain Waverley, not so portly yet as my old friend Sir EverardMAIS CELA

VIENDRA AVEC LE TEMPS, as my Dutch acquaintance, Baron Kikkitbroeck, said of the SAGESSE of

MADAME SON EPOUSE.And so ye have mounted the cockade? Right, right; though I could have

wished the colour different, and so I would ha' deemed might Sir Everard. But no more of that; I am old, and

times are changed.And how does the worthy knight baronet, and the fair Mrs. Rachel?Ah, ye laugh,

young man! In troth she was the fair Mrs. Rachel in the year of grace seventeen hundred and sixteen; but time

passesET SINGULA PRAEDANTUR ANNIthat is most certain. But once again, ye are most heartily

welcome to my poor house of TullyVeolan!Hie to the house, Rose, and see that Alexander Saunderson

leaks out the old Chateau Margaux, which I sent from Bourdeaux to Dundee in the year 1713.'

Rose tripped off demurely enough till she turned the first corner, and then ran with the speed of a fairy, that

she might gain leisure, after discharging her father's commission, to put her own dress in order, and produce

all her little finery, an occupation for which the approaching dinner hour left but limited time.

'We cannot rival the luxuries of your English table, Captain Waverley, or give you the EPULAE

LAUTIORES of WaveryHonourI say EPULAE rather than PRANDIUM, because the latter phrase is

Tranquillus. But I trust ye will applaud my Bourdeaux; C'EST D'UNE OREILLE, as Captain Vinsauf used to

say VINUM PRIMAE NOTAE, the Principal of St. Andrews denominated it. And, once more, Captain

Waverley, right glad am I that ye are here to drink the best my cellar can make forthcoming.'

This speech, with the necessary interjectional answers, continued from the lower alley where they met, up to

the door of the house, where four or five servants in oldfashioned liveries, headed by Alexander

Saunderson, the butler, who now bore no token of the sable stains of the garden, received them in grand

With much ceremony, and still more real kindness, the Baron, without stopping in any intermediate

apartment, conducted his guest through several into the great dining parlour, wainscoted with black oak, and

hung round with the pictures of his ancestry, where a table was set forth in form for six persons, and an old

fashioned beaufet displayed all the ancient and massive plate of the Bradwardine family. A bell was now

heard at the head of the avenue; for an old man, who acted as porter upon gala days, had caught the alarm

given by Waverley's arrival, and, repairing to his post, announced the arrival of other guests.

These, as the Baron assured his young friend, were very estimable persons. 'There was the young Laird of

Balmawhapple, a Falconer by surname, of the house of Glenfarquhar, given right much to field

sportsGAUDAT EQUIS ET CANIBUSbut a very discreet young gentleman. Then there was the Laird

of Killancureit, who had devoted his leisure UNTILL tillage and agriculture, and boasted himself to be

possessed of a bull of matchless merit, brought from the county of Devon (the Damnonia, of the Romans, if

we can trust Robert of Cirencester). He is, as ye may well suppose from such a tendency, but of yeoman

extractionSERVABIT ODOREM TESTA DIUand I believe, between ourselves, his grandsire was from

the wrong side of the Borderone Bullsegg, who came hither as a steward, or bailiff, or groundofficer, or

something in that department, to the last Girnigo of Killancureit, who died of an atrophy. After his master's

death, sir,ye would hardly believe such a scandal,but this Bullsegg, being portly and comely of aspect,

intermarried with the lady dowager, who was young and amorous, and possessed himself of the estate, which

devolved on this unhappy woman by a settlement of her umwhile husband, in direct contravention of an

unrecorded taillie, and to the prejudice of the disponer's own flesh and blood, in the person of his natural heir

and seventh cousin, Girnigo of Tipperhewit, whose family was so reduced by the ensuing lawsuit, that his

represenative is now serving as a private gentlemansentinel in the Highland Black Watch. But this

gentleman, Mr. Bullsegg of Killancureit that now is, has good blood in his veins by the mother and

grandmother, who were both of the family of Pickletillim, and he is well liked and looked upon, and knows

his own place. And God forbid, Captain Waverley, that we of irreproachable lineage should exult over him,

when it may be, that in the eighth, ninth, or tenth generation, his progeny may rank, in a manner, with the old

gentry of the country. Rank and ancestry, sir, should be the last words in the mouths of us of unblemished

raceVIX EA NOSTRA VOCO, as Naso saith.There is, besides, a clergyman of the true (though

suffering) Episcopal church of Scotland. He was a confessor in her cause after the year 1715, when a

Whiggish mob destroyed his meetinghouse, tore his surplice, and plundered his dwellinghouse of four

silver spoons, intromitting also with his mart and his mealark, and with two barrels, one of single, and one

of double ale, besides three bottles of brandy. [See Note 7.] My BaronBailie and doer, Mr. Duncan

Macwheeble, is the fourth on our list. There is a question, owing to the incertitude of ancient orthography,

whether he belongs to the clan of Wheedle or of Quibble, but both have produced persons eminent in the

The entertainment was ample, and handsome, according to the Scotch ideas of the period, and the guests did

great honour to it. The Baron ate like a famished soldier, the Laird of Balmawhapple like a sportsman,

Bullsegg of Killancureit like a farmer, Waverley himself like a traveller, and Bailie Macwheeble like all four

together; though, either out of more respect, or in order to preserve that proper declination of person which

showed a sense that he was in the presence of his patron, he sat upon the edge of his chair, placed at three feet

distance from the table, and achieved a communication with his plate by projecting his person towards it in a

line, which obliqued from the bottom of his spine, so that the person who sat opposite to him could only see

This stooping position might have been inconvenient to another person; but long habit made it, whether

seated or walking, perfectly easy to the worthy Bailie. In the latter posture, it occasioned, no doubt, an

unseemly projection of the person towards those who happened to walk behind; but those being at all times

his inferiors (for Mr. Macwheeble was very scrupulous in giving place to all others), he cared very little what

inference of contempt or slight regard they might derive from the circumstance. Hence, when he waddled

across the court to and from his old grey pony, he somewhat resembled a turnspit walking upon its hind legs.

The nonjuring clergyman was a pensive and interesting old man, with much the air of a sufferer for

For this whim, when the Baron was out of hearing, the Bailie used sometimes gently to rally Mr. Rubrick,

upbraiding him with the nicety of his scruples. Indeed it must be owned, that he himself, though at heart a

keen partisan of the exiled family, had kept pretty fair with all the different turns of state in his time; so that

Davie Gellatley once described him as a particularly good man, who had a very quiet and peaceful

When the dinner was removed, the Baron announced the health of the King, politely leaving to the

consciences of his guests to drink to the sovereign DE FACTO or DE JURE, as their politics inclined. The

conversation now became general; and, shortly afterwards, Miss Bradwardine, who had done the honours

with natural grace and simplicity, retired, and was soon followed by the clergyman. Among the rest of the

party, the wine, which fully justified the encomiums of the landlord, flowed freely round, although Waverley,

with some difficulty, obtained the privilege of sometimes neglecting the glass. At length, as the evening grew

more late, the Baron made a private signal to Mr. Saunders Saunderson, or, as he facetiously denominated

him, ALEXANDER AB ALEXANDRO, who left the room with a nod, and soon after returned, his grave

countenance mantling with a solemn and mysterious smile, and placed before his master a small oaken

casket, mounted with brass ornaments of curious form. The Baron, drawing out a private key, unlocked the

casket, raised the lid, and produced a golden goblet of a singular and antique appearance, moulded into the

shape of a rampant bear, which the owner regarded with a look of mingled reverence, pride, and delight, that

irresistibly reminded Waverley of Ben Jonson's Tom Otter, with his Bull, Horse, and Dog, as that wag wittily

denominated his chief carousing cups. But Mr. Bradwardine, fuming towards him with complacency,

'It represents,' he said, 'the chosen crest of our family, a bear, as ye observe, and rampant; because a good

herald will depict every animal in its noblest posture; as a horse SALIENT, a greyhound CURRANT, and, as

may be inferred, a ravenous animal IN ACTU FEROCIORI, or in a voracious, lacerating, and devouring

posture. Now, sir, we hold this most honourable achievement by the wappenbrief, or concession of arms, of

Frederick Redbeard, Emperor of Germany, to my predecessor, Godmund Bradwardine, it being the crest of a

gigantic Dane, whom he slew in the lists in the Holy Land, on a quarrel touching the chastity of the Emperor's

spouse or daughter, tradition saith not precisely which, and thus, as Virgilius hath it

Then for the cup, Captain Waverley, it was wrought by the command of St. Duthac, Abbot of Aberbrothock,

for behoof of another baron of the house of Bradwardine, who had valiantly defended the patrimony of that

monastery against certain encroaching nobles. It is properly termed the Blessed Bear of Bradwardine (though

old Dr. Doubleit used jocosely to call it Ursa Major), and was supposed, in old and Catholic times, to be

invested with certain properties of a mystical and supernatural quality. And though I give not in to such

ANILIA, it is certain it has always been esteemed a solemn standard cup and heirloom of our house; nor is it

ever used but upon seasons of high festival, and such I hold to be the arrival of the heir of Sir Everard under

my roof; and I devote this draught to the health and prosperity of the ancient and highlytobehonoured

During this long harangue, he carefully decanted a cobwebbed bottle of claret into the goblet, which held

nearly an English pint; and, at the conclusion, delivering the bottle to the butler, to be held carefully in the

same angle with the horizon, he devoutly quaffed off the contents of the Blessed Bear of Bradwardine.

Edward, with horror and alarm, beheld the animal making his rounds, and thought with great anxiety upon

the appropriate motto, 'Beware the Bear;' but at the same time plainly foresaw, that as none of the guests

scrupled to do him this extraordinary honour, a refusal onhis part to pledge their courtesy would be

extremely ill received. Resolving, therefore, to submit to this last piece of tyranny, and then to quit the table,

if possible, and confiding in the strength of his constitution, he did justice to the company in the contents of

the Blessed Bear, and felt less inconvenience from the draught than he could possibly have expected. The

others, whose time had been more actively employed, began to show symptoms of innovation,'the good

wine did its good office.' [Southey's MADOC.] The frost of etiquette, and pride of birth, began to give way

before the genial blessings of this benign constellation, and the formal appellatives with which the three

dignitaries had hitherto addressed each other, were now familiarly abbreviated into Tully, Bally, and Killie.

When a few rounds had passed, the two latter, after whispering together, craved permission (a joyful hearing

for Edward) to ask the gracecup. This, after some delay, was at length produced, and Waverley concluded

that the orgies of Bacchus were terminated for the evening. He was never more mistaken in his life.

As the guests had left their horses at the small inn, or CHANGE HOUSE, as it was called, of the village, the

Baron could not, in politeness, avoid walking with them up the avenue, and Waverley, from the same motive,

and to enjoy, after this feverish revel, the cool summer evening, attended the party. But when they arrived at

Luckie Macleary's, the Lairds of Balmawhapple and Killancureit declared their determination to

acknowledge their sense of the hospitality of TullyVeolan, by partaking with their entertainer and his guest

Captain Waverley, what they technically called DEOCH AN DORUIS, a stirrupcup, to the honour of the

It must be noticed, that the Bailie, knowing by experience that the day's joviality, which had been hitherto

sustained at the expense of his patron, might terminate partly at his own, had mounted his spavined grey

pony, and, between gaiety of heart, and alarm for being hooked into a reckoning, spurred him into a hobbling

canter (a trot was out of the question), and had already cleared the village. The others entered the

changehouse, leading Edward in unresisting submission; for his landlord whispered him, that to demur to

such an overture would be construed into a high misdemeanour against the LEGES CONVIVIALES, or

regulations of genial compotation. Widow Macleary seemed to have expected this visit, as well she might, for

it was the usual consummation of merry bouts, not only at TullyVeolan, but at most other gentlemen's

houses in Scotland, Sixty Years since. The guests thereby at once acquitted themselves of their burden of

gratitude for their entertainer's kindness, encouraged the trade of his changehouse, did honour to the place

which afforded harbour to their horses, and indemnified themselves for the previous restraints imposed by

private hospitality, by spending, what Falstaff calls the sweet of the night, in the genial license of a tavern.

Accordingly, in full expectation of these distinguished guests, Luckie Macleary had swept her house for the

first time this fortnight, tempered her turffire to such a heat as the season required in her damp hovel even at

Midsummer, set forth her deal table newly washed, propped its lame foot with a fragment of turf, arranged

four or five stools of huge and clumsy form, upon the sites which best suited the inequalities of her clay floor;

and having, moreover, put on her clean toy, rokelay, and scarlet plaid, gravely awaited the arrival of the

company, in full hope of custom and profit. When they were seated under the sooty rafters of Luckie

Macleary's only apartment, thickly tapestried with cobwebs, their hostess, who had already taken her cue

from the Laird of Balmawhapple, appeared with a huge pewter measuring pot, containing at least three

English quarts, familiarly denominated a TAPPIT HEN, and which, in the language of the hostess, reamed

It was soon plain that what crumbs of reason the Bear had not devoured, were to be picked up by the Hen; but

the confusion which appeared to prevail favoured Edward's resolution to evade the gaily circling glass. The

others began to talk thick and at once, each performing his own part in the conversation, without the least

respect to hist neighbour. The Baron of Bradwardine sang French CHANSONSABOIRE, and spouted

pieces of Latin; Killancureit talked, in a steady unalterable dull key, of top dressing and bottomdressing,

[This has been censured as an anachronism; and it must be confessed that agriculture of this kind was

unknown to the Scotch Sixty Years since.] and year olds, and gimmers, and dinmonts, and stots, and runts,

and kyloes, and a proposed turnpikeact; while Balmawhapple, in notes exalted above both, extolled his

horse, his hawks, and a greyhound called Whistler. In the middle of this din, the Baron repeatedly implored

silence; and when at length the instinct of polite discipline so far prevailed, that for a moment he obtained it,

he hastened to beseech their attention 'unto a military ariette, which was a particular favourite of the Marechal

Duc de Berwick;' then, imitating, as well as he could, the manner and tone of a French mousquetaire, he

Balmawhapple could hold no longer, but broke in with what he called a, dd good song, composed by

Gibby Gaethroughwi't, the piper of Cupar; and, without wasting more time, struck up,

[SUUM CUIQUE. This snatch of a ballad was composed by Andrew MacDonald, the ingenious and

The Baron, whose voice was drowned in the louder and more obstreperous strains of Balmawhapple, now

dropped the competition, but continued to hum, Lon, Lon, Laridon, and to regard the successful candidate for

the attention of the company, with an eye of disdain, while Balmawhapple proceeded,

After an ineffectual attempt to recover the second verse, he sang the first over again; and, in prosecution of

his triumph, declared there was 'more sense in that than in all the DERRY DONGS of France, and Fifeshire

to the boot of it.' The Baron only answered with a long pinch of snuff, and a glance of infinite contempt. But

those noble allies, the Bear and the Hen, had emancipated the young laird from the habitual reverence in

which he held Bradwardine at other times. He pronounced the claret SHILPIT, and demanded brandy with

great vociferation. It was brought; and now the Demon of Politics envied even the harmony arising from this

Dutch concert, merely because there was not a wrathful note in the strange compound of sounds which it

produced. Inspired by her, the Laird of Balmawhapple, now superior to the nods and winks with which the

Baron of Bradwardine, in delicacy to Edward, had hitherto checked his entering upon political discussion,

demanded a bumper, with the lungs of a Stentor, 'to the little gentleman in black velvet who did such service

Edward was not at that moment clearheaded enough to remember that King William's fall, which

occasioned his death, was said to be owing to his horse stumbling at a molehill; yet felt inclined to take

umbrage at a toast, which seemed, from the glance of Balmawhapple's eye, to have a peculiar and uncivil

reference to the Government which he served. But, ere he could interfere, the Baron of Bradwardine had

taken up the quarrel. 'Sir,' he said, 'whatever my sentiments, TANQUAM PRIVATUS, may be in such

matters, I shall not tamely endure your saying anything that may impinge upon the honourable feelings of a

gentleman under my roof. Sir, if you have no respect for the laws of urbanity, do ye not respect the military

oath, the SACRAMENTUM MILITARE, by which every officer is bound to the standards under which he is

enrolled? Look at Titus Livius, what he says of those Roman soldiers who were so unhappy as EXUERE

SACRAMENTUM,to renounce their legionary oath; but you are ignorant, sir, alike of ancient history and

'Not so ignorant as ye would pronounce me,' roared Balmawhapple. 'I ken weel that you mean the Solemn

Here the Baron and Waverley both spoke at once, the former calling out, 'Be silent, sir! ye not only show

your ignorance, but disgrace your native country before a stranger and an Englishman;' and Waverley, at the

same moment, entreating Mr. Bradwardine to permit him to reply to an affront which seemed levelled at him

personally. But the Baron was exalted by wine, wrath, and scorn, above all sublunary considerations.

'I crave you to be hushed, Captain Waverley; you are elsewhere, peradventure, SUI

JURIS,forisfamiliated, that is, and entitled, it may be, to think and resent for yourself; but in my domain,

in this poor Barony of Bradwardine, and under this roof, which is QUASI mine, being held by tacit relocation

by a tenant at will, I am IN LOCO PARENTIS to you, and bound to see you scathless.And for you, Mr.

Falconer of Balmawhapple, I warn ye, let me see no more aberrations from the paths of good manners.'

'And I tell you, Mr. Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, of Bradwardine and TullyVeolan,' retorted the

sportsman, in huge disdain, 'that I'll make a moorcock of the man that refuses my toast, whether it be a

cropeared English Whig wi' a black ribband at his lug, or ane wha deserts his ain friends to claw favour wi'

In an instant both rapiers were brandished, and some desperate passes exchanged. Balmawhapple was young,

stout, and active; but the Baron, infinitely more master of his weapon, would, like Sir Toby Belch, have

tickled his opponent other gates than he did, had he not been under the influence of Ursa Major.

Edward rushed forward to interfere between the combatants, but the prostrate bulk of the Laird of

Killancureit, over which he stumbled, intercepted his passage. How Killancureit happened to be in this

recumbent posture at so interesting a moment, was never accurately known. Some thought he was about to

ensconce himself under the table; he himself alleged that he stumbled in the act of lifting a jointstool, to

prevent mischief, by knocking down Balmawhapple. Be that as it may, if readier aid than either his or

Waverley's had not interposed, there would certainly have been bloodshed. But the wellknown clash of

swords, which was no stranger to her dwelling, aroused Luckie Macleary as she sat quietly beyond the hallan,

or earthen partition of the cottage, with eyes employed on Boston's CROOK OF THE LOT, while her ideas

were engaged in summing up the reckoning. She boldly rushed in, with the shrill expostulation, 'Wad their

honours slay ane another there, and bring discredit on an honest widowwoman's house, when there was a'

the leeland in the country to fight upon?' a remonstrance which she seconded by flinging her plaid with

great dexterity over the weapons of the combatants. The servants by this time rushed in, and being, by great

chance, tolerably sober, separated the incensed opponents, with the assistance of Edward and Killancureit.

The latter led off Balmawhapple, cursing, swearing, and vowing revenge against every Whig, Presbyterian,

and fanatic in England and Scotland, from Johno'Groat's to the Land's End, and with difficulty got him to

horse. Our hero, with the assistance of Saunders Saunderson, escorted the Baron of Bradwardine to his own

dwelling, but could not prevail upon him to retire to bed until he had made a long and learned apology for the

events of the evening, of which, however, there was not a word intelligible, except something about the

Waverley was unaccustomed to the use of wine, excepting with great temperance. He slept, therefore,

soundly till late in the succeeding morning, and then awakened to a painful recollection of the scene of the

preceding evening. He had received a personal affront,he, a gentleman, a soldier, and a Waverley. True,

the person who had offered it was not, at the time it was given, possessed of the moderate share of sense

which nature had allotted him; true also, in resenting this insult, he would break the laws of Heaven, as well

as of his country; true, in doing so, he might take the life of a young man who perhaps respectably discharged

the social duties, and render his family miserable; or he might lose his own;no pleasant alternative even to

All this pressed on his mind; yet the original statement recurred with the same irresistible force. He had

received a personal insult; he was of the house of Waverley; and he bore a commission. There was no

alternative; and he descended to the breakfast parlour with the intention of taking leave of the family, and

writing to one of his brother officers to meet him at the inn midway between TullyVeolan and the town

where they were quartered, in order that he might convey such a message to the Laird of Balmawhapple as

the circumstances seemed to demand. He found Miss Bradwardine presiding over the tea and coffee, the table

loaded with warm bread, both of flour, oatmeal, and barley meal, in the shape of leaves, cakes, biscuits, and

other varieties, together with eggs, reindeer ham, mutton and beef, ditto, smoked salmon, marmalade, and all

other delicacies which induced even Johnson himself to extol the luxury of a Scotch breakfast above that of

all other countries. A mess of oatmeal porridge, flanked by a silver jug, which held an equal mixture of cream

and buttermilk, was placed for the Baron's share of this repast; but Rose observed he had walked out early in

Waverley sat down almost in silence, and with an air of absence and abstraction, which could not give Miss

Bradwardine a favourable opinion of his talents for conversation. He answered at random one or two

observations which she ventured to make upon ordinary topics; so that feeling herself almost repulsed in her

efforts at entertaining him, and secretly wondering that a scarlet coat should cover no better breeding, she left

him to his mental amusement of cursing Dr. Doubleit's favourite constellation of Ursa Major, as the cause of

all the mischief which had already happened, and was likely to ensue. At once he started, and his colour

heightened, as, looking toward the window, he beheld the Baron and young Balmawhapple pass arm in arm,

apparently in deep conversation; and he hastily asked, 'Did Mr. Falconer sleep here last night?' Rose, not

much pleased with the abruptness of the first question which the young stranger had addressed to her,

At this moment Mr. Saunderson appeared, with a message from his master, requesting to speak with Captain

Waverley in another apartment. With a heart which beat; a little quicker, not indeed from fear, but from

uncertainty and anxiety, Edward obeyed the summons. He found the two gentlemen standing together, an air

of complacent dignity on the brow of the Baron, while something like sullenness, or shame, or both, blanked

the bold visage of Balmawhapple. The former slipped his arm through that of the latter, and thus seeming to

walk with him, while in reality he led him, advanced to meet Waverley, and, stopping in the midst of the

apartment, made in great state the following oration: 'Captain Waverley,my young and esteemed friend,

Mr. Falconer of Balmawhapple, has craved of my age and experience, as of one not wholly unskilled in the

dependencies and punctilios of the duello or monomachia, to be his interlocutor in expressing to you the

regret with which he calls to remembrance certain passages of our symposion last night, which could not but

be highly displeasing to you, as serving for the time under this present existing government. He craves you,

sir, to drown in oblivion the memory of such solecisms against the laws of politeness, as being what his better

reason disavows, and to receive the hand which he offers you in amity; and I must needs assure you, that

nothing less than a sense of being DANS SON TORT, as a gallant French chevalier, Mons, Le Bretailleur,

once said to me on such an occasion, and an opinion also of your peculiar merit, could have extorted such

concessions; for he and all his family are, and have been time out of mind, MAVORTIA PECTORA, as

Edward immediately, and with natural politeness, accepted the hand which Balmawhapple, or rather the

Baron in his character of mediator, extended towards him. 'It was impossible,' he said, 'for him to remember

what a gentleman expressed his wish he had not uttered; and he willingly imputed what had passed to the

'That is very handsomely said,' answered the Baron; 'for undoubtedly, if a man be EBRIUS, or

intoxicatedan incident which, on solemn and festive occasions, may and will take place in the life of a man

of honour; and if the same gentleman, being fresh and sober, recants the contumelies which he hath spoken in

his liquor, it must be held VINUM LOCUTUM EST; the words cease to be his own. Yet would I not find this

exculpation relevant in the case of one who was EBRIOSUS, or an habitual drunkard; because, if such a

person choose to pass the greater part of his time in the predicament of intoxication, he hath no title to be

exeemed from the obligations of the code of politeness, but should learn to deport himself peaceably and

courteously when under the influence of the vinous stimulus.And now let us proceed to breakfast, and

I must confess, whatever inference may be drawn from the circumstance, that Edward, after so satisfactory an

explanation, did much greater honour to the delicacies of Miss Bradwardine's breakfasttable than his

commencement had promised. Balmawhapple, on the contrary, seemed embarrassed and dejected; and

Waverley now, for the first time, observed that his arm was in a sling, which seemed to account for the

awkward and embarrassed manner with which he had presented his hand. To a question from Miss

Bradwardine, he muttered, in answer, something about his horse having fallen; and, seeming desirous to

escape both from the subject and the company, he arose as soon as breakfast was over, made his bow to the

party, and, declining the Baron's invitation to tarry till after dinner, mounted his horse and returned to his own

Waverley now announced his purpose of leaving TullyVeolan early enough after dinner to gain the stage at

which he meant to sleep; but the unaffected and deep mortification with which the good natured and

affectionate old gentleman heard the proposal, quite deprived him of courage to persist in it. No sooner had

he gained Waverley's consent to lengthen his visit for a few days, than he laboured to remove the grounds

upon which he conceived he had meditated a more early retreat. 'I would not have you opine, Captain

Waverley, that I am by practice or precept an advocate of ebriety, though it may be that, in our festivity of

last night, some of our friends, if not perchance altogether EBRII, or drunken, were, to say the least,

EBRIOLI, by which the ancients designed those who were fuddled, or, as your English vernacular and

metaphorical phrase goes, halfseasover. Not that I would so insinuate respecting you, Captain Waverley,

who, like a prudent youth, did rather abstain from potation; nor can it be truly said of myself, who, having

assisted at the tables of many great generals and marechals at their solemn carousals, have the art to carry my

wine discreetly, and did not, during the whole evening, as ye must have doubtless observed, exceed the

There was no refusing assent to a proposition so decidedly laid down by him who undoubtedly was the best

judge; although, had Edward formed his opinion from his own recollections, he would have pronounced that

the Baron was not only EBRIOLUS, but verging to become EBRIUS; or, in plain English, was incomparably

the most drunk of the party, except perhaps his antagonist the Laird of Balmawhapple. However, having

received the expected, or rather the required, compliment on his sobriety, the Baron proceeded, 'No, sir,

though I am myself of a strong temperament, I abhor ebriety, and detest those who swallow wine GULAE

CAUSA, for the oblectation of the gullet; albeit I might deprecate the law of Pittacus of Mitylene, who

punished doubly a crime committed under the influence of LIBER PATER; nor would I utterly accede to the

objurgation of the younger Plinius, in the fourteenth book of his HISTORIA NATURALIS. No, sir; I

distinguish, I discriminate, and approve of wine so far only as it maketh glad the face, or, in the language of

Thus terminated the apology which the Baron of Bradwardine thought it necessary to make for the

superabundance of his hospitality; and it may be easily believed that he was neither interrupted by dissent,

He then invited his guest to a morning ride, and ordered that Davie Gellatley should meet them at the DERN

PATH with Ban and Buscar. 'For, until the shooting season commenced, I would willingly show you some

sport, and we may, God willing, meet with a roe. The roe, Captain Waverley, may be hunted at all times

alike; for never being in what is called PRIDE OF GREASE, he is also never out of season, though it be a

truth that his venison is not equal to that of either the red or fallow deer. [The learned in cookery dissent from

the Baron of Bradwardine, and hold the roevenison dry and indifferent food, unless when dressed in soup

and Scotch collops.] But he will serve to show how my dogs run; and therefore they shall attend us with

Waverley expressed his surprise that his friend Davie was capable of such trust; but the Baron gave him to

understand that this poor simpleton was neither fatuous, NEC NATURALITER IDIOTA, as is expressed in

the brieves of furiosity, but simply a crackbrained knave, who could execute very well any commission

which jumped with his own humour, and made his folly a plea for avoiding every other. 'He has made an

interest with us,' continued the Baron, 'by saving Rose from a great danger with his own proper peril; and the

roguish loon must therefore eat of our bread and drink of our cup, and do what he can, or what he will; which,

if the suspicions of Saunderson and the Bailie are well founded, may perchance in his case be commensurate

Miss Bradwardine then gave Waverley to understand, that this poor simpleton was doatingly fond of music,

deeply affected by that which was melancholy, and transported into extravagant gaiety by light and lively

airs. He had in this respect a prodigious memory, stored with miscellaneous snatches and fragments of all

tunes and songs, which he sometimes applied, with considerable address, as the vehicles of remonstrance,

explanation, or satire. Davie was much attached to the few who showed him kindness; and both aware of any

slight or ill usage which he happened to receive, and sufficienty apt, where he saw opportunity, to revenge it.

The common people, who often judge hardly of each other, as well as of their betters, although they had

expressed great compassion for the poor innocent while suffered to wander in rags about the village, no

sooner beheld him decently clothed, provided for, and even a sort of favourite, than they called up all the

instances of sharpness and ingenuity, in action and repartee, which his annals afforded, and charitably

bottomed thereupon a hypothesis, that Davie Gellatley was no further fool than was necessary to avoid hard

labour. This opinion was not better founded than that of the Negroes, who, from the acute and mischievous

pranks of the monkeys, suppose that they have the gift of speech, and only suppress their powers of elocution

to escape being set to work. But the hypothesis was entirely imaginary: Davie Gellatley was in good earnest

the halfcrazed simpleton which he appeared, and was incapable of any constant and steady exertion. He had

just so much solidity as kept on the windy side of insanity; so much wild wit as saved him from the

imputation of idiocy; some dexterity in field sports (in which we have known as great fools excel), great

kindness and humanity in the treatment of animals entrusted to him, warm affections, a prodigious memory,

The stamping of horses was now heard in the court, and Davie's voice singing to the two large deer

'Do the verses he sings,' asked Waverley, 'belong to old Scottish poetry, Miss Bradwardine?'

'I believe not,' she replied. 'This poor creature had a brother, and Heaven, as if to compensate to the family

Davie's deficiencies, had given him what the hamlet thought uncommon talents. An uncle contrived to

educate him for the Scottish kirk, but he could not get preferment because he came from our GROUND. He

returned from college hopeless and brokenhearted, and fell into a decline. My father supported him till his

death, which happened before he was nineteen. He played beautifully on the flute, and was supposed to have

a great turn for poetry. He was affectionate and compassionate to his brother, who followed him like his

shadow, and we think that from him Davie gathered many fragments of songs and music unlike those of this

country. But if we ask him where he got such a fragment as he is now singing, he either answers with wild

and long fits of laughter, or else breaks into tears of lamentation; but was never heard to give any explanation,

'Surely,' said Edward, who was readily interested by a tale bordering on the romantic, 'surely more might be

'Perhaps so,' answered Rose, 'but my father will not permit any one to practise on his feelings on this subject.'

By this time the Baron, with the help of Mr. Saunderson, had indued a pair of jackboots of large

dimensions, and now invited our hero to follow him as he stalked clattering down the ample staircase,

tapping each huge balustrade as he passed with the butt of his massive horsewhip, and humming, with the air

The Baron of Bradwardine, mounted on an active and wellmanaged horse, and seated on a demipique

saddle, with deep housings to agree with his livery, was no bad representative of the old school. His

lightcoloured embroidered coat, and superbly barred waistcoat, his brigadier wig, surmounted by a small

goldlaced cockedhat, completed his personal costume; but he was attended by two wellmounted servants

In this guise he ambled forth over hill and valley, the admiration of every farmyard which they passed in their

progress, till, 'low down in a grassy vale,' they found Davie Gellatley leading two very tall deer greyhounds,

and presiding over half a dozen curs, and about as many barelegged and bareheaded boys, who, to procure

the chosen distinction of attending on the chase, had not failed to tickle his ears with the dulcet appellation of

Maister Gellatley, though probably all and each had booted him on former occasions in the character of daft

Davie. But this is no uncommon strain of flattery to persons in office, nor altogether confined to the

barelegged villagers of TullyVeolan: it was in fashion Sixty Years since, is now, and will be six hundred

years hence, if this admirable compound of folly and knavery, called the world, shall be then in existence.

These GILLIEWETFOOTS, [A barefooted Highland lad is called a gilliewetfoot. Gillie, in general,

means servant or attendant.] as they were called, were destined to beat the bushes, which they performed with

so much success, that, after half an hour's search, a roe was started, coursed, and killed; the Baron following

on his white horse, like Earl Percy of yore, and magnanimously flaying and embowelling the slain animal

(which, he observed, was called by the French chasseurs FAIRE LA CUREE) with his own baronial

COUTEAU DE CHASSE. After this ceremony he conducted his guest homeward by a pleasant and

circuitous route, commanding an extensive prospect of different villages and houses, to each of which Mr.

Bradwardine attached some anecdote of history or genealogy, told in language whimsical from prejudice and

pedantry, but often respectable for the good sense and honourable feelings which his narrative displayed, and

The truth is, the ride seemed agreeable to both gentlemen, because they found amusement in each other's

conversation, although their characters and habits of thinking were in many respects totally opposite. Edward,

we have informed the reader, was warm in his feelings, wild and romantic in his ideas and in his taste of

reading, with a strong disposition towards poetry. Mr. Bradwardine was the reverse of all this, and piqued

himself upon stalking through life with the same upright, starched, stoical gravity which distinguished his

evening promenade upon the terrace of TullyVeolan, where for hours togetherthe very model old

As for literature, he read the classic poets, to be sure, and the EPITHALAMIUM of Georgius Buchanan, and

Arthur Johnston's PSALMS, of a Sunday; and the DELICIAE POETARUM SCOTORUM, and Sir David

Lindsay's WORKS, and Barbour's BRUCE, and Blind Harry's WALLACE, and the GENTLE SHEPHERD,

and the CHERRY AND THE SLAE. But though he thus far sacrificed his time to the Muses, he would if the

truth must be spoken, have been much better pleased had the pious or sapient apothegms, as well as the

historical narratives, which these various works contained, been presented to him in the form of simple prose.

And he sometimes could not refrain from expressing contempt of the 'vain and unprofitable art of poem

making,' in which, he said, 'the only one who had excelled in his time was Allan Ramsay, the

[The Baron ought to have remembered that the joyous Allan literally drew his blood from the house of the

But although Edward and he differed TOTO COELO, as the Baron would have said, upon this subject, yet

they met upon history as on a neutral ground, in which each claimed an interest. The Baron, indeed, only

cumbered his memory with matters of fact; the cold, dry, hard outlines which history delineates. Edward, on

the contrary, loved to fill up and round the sketch with the colouring of a warm and vivid imagination, which

gives light and life to the actors and speakers in the drama of past ages. Yet with tastes so opposite, they

contributed greatly to each other's amusement. Mr. Bradwardine's minute narratives and powerful memory

supplied to Waverley fresh subjects of the kind upon which his fancy loved to labour, and opened to him a

new mine of incident and of character. And he repaid the pleasure thus communicated, by an earnest

attention, valuable to all story tellers, more especially to the Baron, who felt his habits of selfrespect

flattered by it; and sometimes also by reciprocal communications, which interested Mr. Bradwardine, as

confirming or illustrating his own favourite anecdotes. Besides, Mr. Bradwardine loved to talk of the scenes

of his youth, which had been spent in camps and foreign lands, and had many interesting particulars to tell of

Both parties returned to TullyVeolan in great good humour with each other; Waverley desirous of studying

more attentively what he considered as a singular and interesting character, gifted with a memory containing

a curious register of ancient and modern anecdotes; and Bradwardine disposed to regard Edward as PUER (or

rather JUVENIS) BONAE SPEI ET MAGNAE INDOLIS, a youth devoid of that petulant volatility, which is

impatient of, or vilipends, the conversation and advice of his seniors, from which he predicted great things of

his future success and deportment in life. There was no other guest except Mr. Rubrick, whose information

and discourse, as a clergyman and a scholar, harmonized very well with that of the Baron and his guest.

Shortly after dinner, the Baron, as if to show that his temperance was not entirely theoretical, proposed a visit

to Rose's appartment, or, as he termed it, her TROISIEME ETAGE. Waverley was accordingly conducted

through one or two of those long awkward passages with which ancient architects studied to puzzle the

inhabitants of the houses which they planned, at the end of which Mr. Bradwardine began to ascend, by two

steps at once, a very steep, narrow, and winding stair, leaving Mr. Rubrick and Waverley to follow at more

After having climbed this perpendicular corkscrew until their brains were almost giddy, they arrived in a little

matted lobby, which served as an anteroom to Rose's SANCTUM SANCTORUM, and through which they

entered her parlour. It was a small but pleasant apartment, opening to the south, and hung with tapestry;

adorned besides with two pictures, one of her mother, in the dress of a shepherdess, with a bellhoop; the

other of the Baron, in his tenth year, in a blue coat, embroidered waistcoat, laced hat, and bagwig, with a

bow in his hand. Edward could not help smiling at the costume, and at the odd resemblance between the

round, smooth, redchecked, staring visage in the portrait, and the gaunt, bearded, holloweyed, swarthy

features, which travelling, fatigues of war, and advanced age, had bestowed on the original. The Baron joined

in the laugh. 'Truly,' he said, 'that picture was a woman's fantasy of my good mother's (a daughter of the Laird

of Tulliellum, Captain Waverley; I indicated the house to you when we were on the top of the Shinnyheuch;

it was burnt by the Dutch auxiliaries brought in by the Government in 1715); I never sat for my pourtraicture

but once since that was painted, and it was at the special and reiterated request of the Marechal Duke of

The good old gentleman did not mention what Mr. Rubrick afterwards told Edward, that the Duke had done

him this honour on account of his being the first to mount the breach of a fort; in Savoy during the

memorable campaign of 1709, and his having there defended himself with his halfpike for nearly ten

minutes before any support reached him. To do the Baron justice, although sufficiently prone to dwell upon,

and even to exaggerate, his family dignity and consequence, he was too much a man of real courage ever to

Miss Rose now appeared from the interior room of her apartment, to welcome her father and his friends. The

little labours in which she had been employed obviously showed a natural taste, which required only

cultivation. Her father had taught her French and Italian, and a few of the ordinary authors in those languages

ornamented her shelves. He had endeavoured also to be her preceptor in music; but as he began with the more

abstruse doctrines of the science, and was not perhaps master of them himself, she had made no proficiency

further than to be able to accompany her voice with the harpsichord; but even this was not very common in

Scotland at that period. To make amends, she sang with great taste and feeling, and with a respect to the sense

of what she uttered that might be proposed in example to ladies of much superior musical talent. Her natural

good sense taught her, that if, as we are assured by high authority, music be 'married to immortal verse,' they

are very often divorced by the performer in a most shameful manner. It was perhaps owing to this sensibility

to poetry, and power of combining its expression with those of the musical notes, that her singing gave more

pleasure to all the unlearned in music, and even to many of the learned, than could have been communicated

by a much finer voice and more brilliant execution, unguided by the same delicacy of feeling.

A bartizan, or projecting gallery, before the windows of her parlour, served to illustrate another of Rose's

pursuits; for it was crowded with flowers of different kinds, which she had taken under her special protection.

A projecting turret gave access to this Gothic balcony, which commanded a most beautiful prospect. The

formal garden, with its high bounding walls, lay below, contracted, as it seemed, to a mere parterre; while the

view extended beyond them down a wooded glen, where the small river was sometimes visible, sometimes

hidden in copse. The eye might be delayed by a desire to rest on the rocks, which here and there rose from the

dell with massive or spiry fronts, or it might dwell on the noble, though ruined tower, which was here beheld

in all its dignity, frowning from a promontory over the river. To the left were seen two or three cottages, a

part of the village; the brow of the hill concealed the others. The glen, or dell, was terminated by a sheet of

water, called LochVeolan, into which the brook discharged itself, and which now glistened in the western

sun. The distant country seemed open and varied in surface, though not wooded; and there was nothing to

interrupt the view until the scene was bounded by a ridge of distant and blue hills, which formed the southern

boundary of the strath or valley. To this pleasant station Miss Bradwardine had ordered coffee.

The view of the old tower, or fortalice, introduced some family anecdotes and tales of Scottish chivalry,

which the Baron told with great enthusiasm. The projecting peak of an impending crag which rose near it,

had acquired the name of St. Swithin's Chair. it was the scene of a peculiar superstition, of which Mr.

Rubrick mentioned some curious particulars, which reminded Waverley of a rhyme quoted By Edgar in

KING LEAR; and Rose was called upon to sing a little legend, in which they had been interwoven by some

The sweetness of her voice, and the simple beauty of her music, gave all the advantage which the minstrel

could have desired, and which his poetry so much wanted. I almost doubt if it can be read with patience,

destitute of these advantages; although I conjecture the following copy to have been somewhat corrected by

'I am sorry to disappoint the company, especially Captain Waverley, who listens with such laudable gravity;

it is but a fragment, although I think there are other verses, describing the return of the Baron from the wars,

'It is one of those figments,' observed Mr. Bradwardine, 'with which the early history of distinguished

families was deformed in the times of superstition; as that of Rome, and other ancient nations, had their

prodigies, sir, the which you may read in ancient histories, or in the little work compiled by Julius

Obsequens, and inscribed by the learned Scheffer, the editor, to his patron, Benedictus Skytte, Baron of

'My father has a strange defiance of the marvellous, Captain Waverley,' observed Rose, 'and once stood firm

when a whole synod of Presbyterian divines were put to the rout by a sudden apparition of the foul fiend.'

Must I tell my story as well as sing my song?Well.Once upon a time there lived an old woman, called

Janet Gellatley, who was suspected to be a witch, on the infallible grounds that she was very old, very ugly,

very poor, and had two sons, one of whom was a poet, and the other a fool, which visitation, all the

neighbourhood agreed, had come upon her for the sin of witchcraft. And she was imprisoned for a week in

the steeple of the parish church, and sparingly supplied with food, and not permitted to sleep, until she herself

became as much persuaded of her being a witch as her accusers; and in this lucid and happy state of mind was

brought forth to make a clean breast, that is, to make open confession of her sorceries, before all the Whig

gentry and ministers in the vicinity, who were no conjurers themselves. My father went to see fair play

between the witch and the clergy; for the witch had been born on his estate. 'And while the witch was

confessing that the Enemy appeared, and made his addresses to her as a handsome black man,which, if you

could have seen poor old bleareyed Janet, reflected little honour on Apollyon's taste,and while the

auditors listened with astonished ears, and the clerk recorded with a trembling hand, she, all of a sudden,

changed the low mumbling tone with which she spoke into a shrill yell, and exclaimed, "Look to yourselves!

look to yourselves! I see the Evil One sitting in the midst of ye." The surprise was general, and terror and

flight its immediate consequences. Happy were those who were next the door; and many were the disasters

that befell hats, bands, cuffs, and wigs, before they could get out of the church, where they left the obstinate

prelatist to settle matters with the witch and her admirer, at his own peril or pleasure.'

'RISU SOLVUNTUR TABULAE,' said the Baron: 'when they recovered their panic trepidation, they were

too much ashamed to bring any wakening of the process against Janet Gellatley.' [The story last told was said

to have happened in the south of Scotland; butCEDANT ARMA TOGAEand let the gown have its

dues. It was an old clergyman, who had wisdom and firmness enough to resist the panic which seized his

brethren, who was the means of rescuing a poor insane creature from the cruel fate which would otherwise

have overtaken her. The accounts of the trials for witchcraft form one of the most deplorable chapters in

With such conversation, and the romantic legends which it produced, closed our hero's second evening in the

The next day Edward arose betimes, and in a morning walk around the house and its vicinity, came suddenly

upon a small court in front of the dogkennel, where his friend Davie was employed about his fourfooted

charge. One quick glance of his eye recognized Waverley, when, instantly turning his back, as if he had not

Waverley could not avoid observing that Davie laid something like a satirical emphasis on these lines. He

therefore approached, and endeavoured, by sundry queries, to elicit from him what the innuendo might mean;

but Davie had no mind to explain, and had wit enough to make his folly cloak his knavery. Edward could

collect nothing from him, excepting that the Laird of Balmawhapple had gone home yesterday morning, 'wi'

his boots fu' o' bluid.' In the garden, however, he met the old butler, who no longer attempted to conceal, that,

having been bred in the nursery line with Sumack Co., of Newcastle, he sometimes wrought a turn in the

flowerborders to oblige the Laird and Miss Rose. By a series of queries, Edward at length discovered, with a

painful feeling of surprise and shame, that Balmawhapple's submission and apology had been the

consequence of a rencontre with the Baron before his guest had quitted his pillow, in which the younger

Greatly mortified at this information, Edward sought out his friendly host, and anxiously expostulated with

him upon the injustice he had done him in anticipating his meeting with Mr. Falconer, a circumstance which,

considering his youth and the profession of arms which he had just adopted, was capable of being represented

much to his prejudice. The Baron justified himself at greater length than I choose to repeat. He urged that the

quarrel was common to them, and that Balmawhapple could not, by the code of honour, EVITE giving

satisfaction to both, which he had done in his case by an honourable meeting, and in that of Edward by such a

PALINODE as rendered the use of the sword unnecessary, and which, being made and accepted, must

With this excuse or explanation, Waverley was silenced, if not satisfied; but he could not help testifying some

displeasure against the Blessed Bear, which had given rise to the quarrel, nor refrain from hinting, that the

sanctified epithet was hardly appropriate. The Baron observed, he could not deny that 'the Bear, though

allowed by heralds as a most honourable ordinary, had, nevertheless, somewhat fierce, churlish, and morose

in his disposition (as might be read in Archibald Simson, pastor of Dalkeith's HIEROGLYPHICA

ANIMALIUM), and had thus been the type of many quarrels and dissensions which had occurred in the

house of Bradwardine; of which,' he continued, 'I might commemorate mine own unfortunate dissension with

my third cousin by the mother's side, Sir Hew Halbert, who was so unthinking as to deride my family name,

as if it had been QUASI BEARWARDEN; a most uncivil jest, since it not only insinuated that the founder of

our house occupied such a mean situation as to be a custodier of wild beasts, a charge which, ye must have

observed, is only entrusted to the very basest plebeians; but, moreover, seemed to infer that our coatarmour

had not been achieved by honourable actions in war, but bestowed by way of PARONOMASIA, or pun upon

our family appellation,a sort of bearing which the French call ARMOIRES PARLANTES; the Latins

ARMA CANTANTIA; and your English authorities, canting heraldry; being indeed a species of emblazoning

more befitting canters, gaberlunzies, and suchlike mendicants, whose gibberish is formed upon playing

upon the word, than the noble, honourable, and useful science of heraldry, which assigns armorial bearings as

the reward of noble and generous actions, and not to tickle the ear with vain quodlibets, such as are found in

jestbooks.' [See Note 9.] Of his quarrel with Sir Hew, he said nothing more, than that it was settled in a

Having been so minute with respect to the diversions of Tully Veolan, on the first days of Edward's arrival,

for the purpose of introducing its inmates to the reader's acquaintance, it becomes less necessary to trace the

progress of his intercourse with the same accuracy. It is probable that a young man, accustomed to more

cheerful society, would have tired of the conversation of so violent an asserter of the 'boast of heraldry' as the

Baron; but Edward found an agreeable variety in that of Miss Bradwardine, who listened with eagerness to

his remarks upon literature, and showed great justness of taste in her answers. The sweetness of her

disposition had made her submit with complacency, and even pleasure, to the course of reading prescribed by

her father, although it not only comprehended several heavy folios of history, but certain gigantic tomes in

High Church polemics. In heraldry he was fortunately contented to give her only such a slight tincture as

might be acquired by perusal of the two folio volumes of Nisbet. Rose was indeed the very apple of her

father's eye. Her constant liveliness, her attention to all those little observances most gratifying to those who

would never think of exacting them, her beauty, in which he recalled the features of his beloved wife, her

unfeigned piety, and the noble generosity of her disposition, would have justified the affection of the most

His anxiety on her behalf did not, however, seem to extend itself in that quarter, where, according to the

general opinion, it is most efficiently displayed; in labouring, namely, to establish her in life, either by a large

dowry or a wealthy marriage. By an old settlement, almost all the landed estates of the Baron went, after his

death, to a distant relation; and it was supposed that Miss Bradwardine would remain but slenderly provided

for, as the good gentleman's cash matters had been too long under the exclusive charge of Bailie

Macwheeble, to admit of any great expectations from his personal succession. It is true, the said Bailie loved

his patron and his patron's daughter next (although at an incomparable distance) to himself. He thought it was

possible to set aside the settlement on the male line, and had actually procured an opinion to that effect (and,

as he boasted, without a fee) from an eminent Scottish counsel, under whose notice he contrived to bring the

point while consulting him regularly on some other business. But the Baron would not listen to such a

proposal for an instant. On the contrary, he used to have a perverse pleasure in boasting that the barony of

Bradwardine was a male fief, the first charter having been given at that early period when women were not

deemed capable to hold a feudal grant; because, according to Les COUSTUSMES DE NORMANDIE, C'EST

L'HOMME KI SE BAST ET KI CONSEILLE; or, as is yet more ungallantly expressed by other authorities,

all of whose barbarous names he delighted to quote at full length, because a woman could not serve the

superior, or feudal lord, in war, on account of the decorum of her sex, nor assist him with advice, because of

her limited intellect, nor keep his counsel, owing to the infirmity of her disposition. He would triumphantly

ask, how it would become a female, and that female a Bradwardine, to be seen employed in, SERVITIO

EXUENDI, SEU DETRAHENDI, CALIGAS REGIS POST BATTALIAM? that is, in pulling off the king's

boots after an engagement, which was the feudal service by which he held the barony of Bradwardine. 'No,'

he said, 'beyond hesitation, PROCUL DUBIO, many females, as worthy as Rose, had been excluded, in order

to make way for my own succession, and Heaven forbid that I should do aught that might contravene the

destination of my forefathers, or impinge upon the right of my kinsman, Malcolm Bradwardine of

The Bailie, as prime minister, having received this decisive communication from his sovereign, durst not

press his own opinion any further, but contented himself with deploring, on all suitable occasions, to

Saunderson, the minister of the interior, the Laird's selfwilledness, and with laying plans for uniting Rose

with the young laird of Balmawhapple, who had a fine estate, only moderately burdened, and was a faultless

young gentleman, being as sober as a saintif you keep brandy from him, and him from brandyand who,

in brief, had no imperfection but that of keeping light company at a time; such as Jinker, the horsecouper,

and Gibby Gaethroughwi't, the piper o' Cupar; o' whilk follies, Mr. Saunderson, he'll mend, he'll mend,'

'Like sour ale in simmer,' added Davie Gellatley, who happened to be nearer the conclave than they were

Miss Bradwardine, such as we have described her, with all the simplicity and curiosity of a recluse, attached

herself to the opportunities of increasing her store of literature which Edward's visit afforded her. He sent for

some of his books from his quarters, and they opened to her sources of delight of which she had hitherto had

no idea. The best English poets, of every description, and other works on belles lettres, made a part of this

precious cargo. Her music, even her flowers, were neglected, and Saunders not only mourned over, but began

to mutiny against the labour for which he now scarce received thanks. These new pleasures became gradually

enhanced by sharing them with one of a kindred taste. Edward's readiness to comment, to recite, to explain

difficult passages, rendered his assistance invaluable; and the wild romance of his spirit delighted a character

too young and inexperienced to observe its deficiencies. Upon subjects which interested him, and when quite

at ease, he possessed that flow of natural, and somewhat florid eloquence, which has been supposed as

powerful even as figure, fashion, fame, or fortune, in winning the female heart. There was, therefore, an

increasing danger in this constant intercourse, to poor Rose's peace of mind, which was the more imminent,

as her father was greatly too much abstracted in his studies, and wrapped up in his own dignity, to dream of

his daughter's incurring it. The daughters of the house of Bradwardine were, in his opinion, like those of the

house of Bourbon or Austria, placed high above the clouds of passion which might obfuscate the intellects of

meaner females; they moved in another sphere, were governed by other feelings, and amenable to other rules,

than those of idle and fantastic affection. In short, he shut his eyes so resolutely to the natural consequences

of Edward's intimacy with Miss Bradwardine, that the whole neighbourhood concluded that he had opened

them to the advantages of a match between his daughter and the wealthy young Englishman, and pronounced

him much less a fool than he had generally shown himself in cases where his own interest was concerned.

If the Baron, however, had really meditated such an alliance, the indifference of Waverley would have been

an insuperable bar to his project. Our hero, since mixing more freely with the world, had learned to think with

great shame and confusion upon his mental legend of Saint Cecilia, and the vexation of these reflections was

likely, for some time at least, to counterbalance the natural susceptibility of his disposition. Besides, Rose

Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit

which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable

qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to

address the empress of his affections. Was it possible to bow, to tremble, and to adore, before the timid, yet

playful little girl, who now asked Edward to mend her pen, now to construe a stanza in Tasso, and now how

to spell a veryvery long word in her version of it? All these incidents have their fascination on the mind at

a certain period of life, but not when a youth is entering it, and rather looking out for some object whose

affection may dignify him in his own eyes, than stooping to one who looks up to him for such distinction.

Hence, though there can be no rule in so capricious a passion, early love is frequently ambitious in choosing

its object; or, which comes to the same, selects her (as in the case of Saint Cecilia aforesaid) from a situation

that gives fair scope for LE BEAU IDEAL, which the reality of intimate and familiar life rather tends to limit

and impair. I knew a very accomplished and sensible young man cured of a violent passion for a pretty

woman, whose talents were not equal to her face and figure, by being permitted to bear her company for a

whole afternoon. Thus it is certain, that had Edward enjoyed such an opportunity of conversing with Miss

Stubbs, Aunt Rachel's precaution would have been unnecessary, for he would as soon have fallen in love with

the dairymaid. And although Miss Bradwardine was a very different character, it seems probable that the very

intimacy of their intercourse prevented his feeling for her other sentiments than those of a brother for an

amiable and accomplished sister; while the sentiments of poor Rose were gradually, and without her being

I ought to have said that Edward, when he sent to Dundee for the books before mentioned, had applied for,

and received permission, extending his leave of absence. But the letter of his commandingofficer contained

a friendly recommendation to him, not to spend his time exclusively with persons, who, estimable as they

might be in a general sense, could not be supposed well affected to a government which they declined to

acknowledge by taking the oath of allegiance. The letter further insinuated, though with great delicacy, that

although some family connexions might be supposed to render it necessary for Captain Waverley to

communicate with gentlemen who were in this unpleasant state of suspicion, yet his father's situation and

wishes ought to prevent his prolonging those attentions into exclusive intimacy. And it was intimated, that;

while his political principles were endangered by communicating with laymen of this description, he might

also receive erroneous impressions in religion from the prelatic clergy, who so perversely laboured to set up

This last insinuation probably induced Waverley to set both down to the prejudices of his

commandingofficer. He was sensible that Mr. Bradwardine had acted with the most scrupulous delicacy, in

never entering upon any discussion that had the most remote tendency to bias his mind in political opinions,

although he was himself not only a decided partisan of the exiled family, but had been trusted at different

times with important commissions for their service. Sensible, therefore, that there was no risk of his being

perverted from his allegiance, Edward felt as if he should do his uncle's old friend injustice in removing from

a house where he gave and received pleasure and amusement, merely to gratify a prejudiced and illjudged

suspicion, He therefore wrote a very general answer, assuring his commandingofficer that his loyalty was

not in the most distant danger of contamination, and continued an honoured guest and inmate of the house of

When Edward had been a guest at TullyVeolan nearly six weeks, he descried one morning, as he took his

usual walk before the breakfasthour, signs of uncommon perturbation in the family. Four barelegged

dairymaids, with each an empty milkpail in her hand, ran about with frantic gestures, and uttering loud

exclamations of surprise, grief, and resentment. From their appearance, a pagan might have conceived them a

detachment of the celebrated Belides, just come from their baling penance. As nothing was to be got from

this distracted chorus, excepting 'Lord guide us!' and 'Eh, sirs!' ejaculations which threw no light upon the

cause of their dismay, Waverley repaired to the forecourt, as it was called, where he beheld Bailie

Macwheeble cantering his white pony down the avenue with all the speed it could muster. He had arrived, it

would seem, upon a hasty summons and was followed by half a score of peasants from the village, who had

The Bailie, greatly too busy, and too important, to enter into explanations with Edward, summoned forth Mr.

Saunderson, who appeared with a countenance in which dismay was mingled with solemnity, and they

immediately entered into close conference. Davie Gellatley was also seen in the group, idle as Diogenes at

Sinope, while his countrymen were preparing for a siege. His spirits always rose with anything, good or bad,

which occasioned tumult, and he continued frisking, hopping, dancing, and singing the burden of an old

until, happening to pass too near the Bailie, he received an admonitory hint from his horsewhip, which

Passing from thence towards the garden, Waverley beheld the Baron in person, measuring and remeasuring,

with swift and tremendous strides, the length of the terrace; his countenance clouded with offended pride and

indignation, and the whole of his demeanour such as seemed to indicate, that any inquiry concerning the

cause of his discomposure would give pain at least, if not offence. Waverley therefore glided into the house,

without addressing him, and took his way to the breakfast parlour, where he found his young friend Rose,

who, though she neither exhibited the resentment of her father, the turbid importance of Bailie Macwheeble,

nor the despair of the handmaidens, seemed vexed and thoughtful. A single word explained the mystery.

'Your breakfast will be a disturbed one, Captain Waverley, A party of Caterans have come down upon us, last

'Yes; robbers from the neighbouring Highlands. We used to be quite free from them while we paid blackmail

to Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian Vohr; but my father thought it unworthy of his rank and birth to pay it any

longer, and so this disaster has happened. It is not the value of the cattle, Captain Waverley, that vexes me;

but my father is so much hurt at the affront, and is so bold and hot, that I fear he will try to recover them by

the strong hand; and if he is not hurt himself, he will hurt some of these wild people, and then there will be no

peace between them and us perhaps for our lifetime; and we cannot defend ourselves as is old times, for the

government have taken all our arms; and my dear father is so rashOh, what will become of us!'Here

The Baron entered at this moment, and rebuked her with more asperity than Waverley had ever heard him use

to any one. 'Was it not a shame,' he said, 'that she should exhibit herself before any gentleman in such a light,

as if she shed tears for a drove of horned nolt and milch kine, like the daughter of a Cheshire yeoman!

Captain Waverley, I must request your favourable construction of her grief, which may, or ought to proceed,

solely from seeing her father's estate exposed to spulzie and depredation from common thieves and sornars,

[Sornars may be translated sturdy beggars, more especially indicating those unwelcome visitors who exact

lodgings and victuals by force, or something approaching to it.] while we are not allowed to keep half a score

Bailie Macwheeble entered immediately afterwards, and by his report of arms and ammunition confirmed this

statement, informing the Baron, in a melancholy voice, that though the people would certainly obey his

honour's orders, yet there was no chance of their following the gear to ony guid purpose, in respect there were

only his honour's body servants who had swords and pistols, and the depredators were twelve Highlanders,

completely armed after the manner of their country.Having delivered this doleful annunciation, he

assumed a posture of silent dejection, shaking his head slowly with the motion of a pendulum when it is

ceasing to vibrate, and then remained stationary, his body stooping at a more acute angle than usual, and the

The Baron, meanwhile, paced the room in silent indignation, and at length fixing his eye upon an old portrait,

whose person was clad in armour, and whose features glared grimly out of a huge bush of hair, part of which

descended from his head to his shoulders, and part from his chin and upperlip to his breastplate,'That

gentleman, Captain Waverley, my grandsire,' he said, 'with two hundred horse, whom he levied within his

own bounds, discomfited and put to the rout more than five hundred of these Highland reivers, who have

been ever LAPIS OFFENSIONIS, ET PETRA SCANDALI, a stumblingblock and a rock of offence to the

Lowland vicinagehe discomfited them, I say, when they had the temerity to descend to harry this country,

in the time of the civil dissensions, in the year of grace sixteen hundred forty and two. And now, sir, I, his

Here there was an awful pause; after which all the company, as is usual in cases of difficulty, began to give

separate and inconsistent counsel. Alexander ab Alexandro proposed they should send some one to

compound with the Caterans, who would readily, he said, give up their prey for a dollar a head. The Bailie

opined that this transaction would amount to theftboot, or composition of felony; and he recommended that

some CANNY HAND should be sent up to the glens to make the best bargain he could, as it were for

himself, so that the laird might not be seen in such a transaction. Edward proposed to send off to the nearest

garrison for a party of soldiers and a magistrate's warrant; and Rose, as far as she dared, endeavoured to

insinuate the course of paying the arrears of tribute money to Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian Vohr, who, they all

knew, could easily procure restoration of the cattle, if he were properly propitiated.

None of these proposals met the Baron's approbation. The idea of composition, direct or implied, was

absolutely ignominious; that of Waverley only showed that he did not understand the state of the country, and

of the political parties which divided it; and, standing matters as they did with Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian

Vohr, the Baron would make no concession to him, were it, he said, (to procure restitution IN INTEGRUM

of every stirk and stot that the chief, his forefathers, and his clan, had stolen since the days of Malcolm

In fact, his voice was still for war, and he proposed to send expresses to Balmawhapple, Killancureit,

Tulliellum, and other lairds, who were exposed to similar depredations, inviting them to join in the pursuit;

'and then, sir, shall these NEBULONES NEQUISSIMI, as Leslaeus calls them, be brought to the fate of their

The Bailie, who by no means relished these warlike counsels, here pulled forth an immense watch, of the

colour, and nearly of the size, of a pewter warmingpan, and observed it was now past noon, and that the

Caterans had been seen in the pass of BallyBrough soon after sunrise; so that before the allied forces could

assemble, they and their prey would be far beyond the reach of the most active pursuit, and sheltered in those

pathless deserts where it was neither advisable to follow, nor indeed possible to trace them.

This proposition was undeniable. The council therefore broke up without coming to any conclusion, as has

occurred to councils of more importance; only it was determined that the Bailie should send his own three

milkcows down to the Mains for the use of the Baron's family, and brew small ale, as a substitute for milk,

in his own. To this arrangement, which was suggested by Saunderson, the Bailie readily assented, both from

habitual deference to the family, and an internal consciousness that his courtesy would, in some mode or

The Baron having also retired to give some necessary directions, Waverley seized the opportunity to ask,

whether this Fergus, with the unpronounceable name, was the chief thieftaker of the district.

'Thieftaker!' answered Rose, laughing; 'he is a gentleman of great honour and consequence; the chieftain of

an independent branch of a powerful Highland clan, and is much respected, both for his own power, and that

'And what has he to do with the thieves, then? is he a magistrate, or in the commission of the peace?' asked

The commission of war rather, if there be such a thing,' said Rose; 'for he is a very unquiet neighbour to his

unfriends, and keeps a greater FOLLOWING on foot than many that have thrice his estates. As to his

connexion with the thieves, that I cannot well explain; but the boldest of them will never steal a hoof from

'A sort of protectionmoney that Lowcountry gentlemen and heritors, lying near the Highlands, pay to some

Highland chief, that he may neither do them harm himself, nor suffer it to be done to them by others; and

then, if your cattle are stolen, you have only to send him word, and he will recover them; or it may be, he will

drive away cows from some distant place, where he has a quarrel, and give them to you to make up your loss.'

'And is this sort of Highland Jonathan Wild admitted into society, and called a gentleman?'

'So much so,' said Rose, 'that the quarrel between my father and Fergus MacIvor began at a county meeting,

where he wanted to take precedence of all the Lowland gentlemen then present, only my father would not

suffer it. And then he upbraided my father that he was under his banner, and paid him tribute; and my father

was in a towering passion, for Bailie Macwheeble, who manages such things his own way, had contrived to

keep this blackmail a secret from him, and passed it in his account for cessmoney. And they would have

fought; but Fergus MacIvor said, very gallantly, he would never raise his hand against a grey head that was

so much respected as my father's. Oh, I wish, I wish they had continued friends!'

'No, that is not his name; and he would consider MASTER as a sort of affront, only that you are an

Englishman, and know no better. But the Lowlanders call him, like other gentlemen, by the name of his

estate, Glennaquoich; and the Highlanders call him Vich Ian Vohr, that is, the son of John the Great; and we

I am afraid I shall never bring my English tongue to call him by either one or other.'

'But he is a very polite, handsome man,' continued Rose; 'and his sister Flora is one of the most beautiful and

accomplished young ladies in this country: she was bred in a convent in France, and was a great friend of

mine before this unhappy dispute. Dear Captain Waverley, try your influence with my father to make matters

up. I am sure this is but the beginning of our troubles; for TullyVeolan has never been a safe or quiet

residence when we have been at feud with the Highlanders. When I was a girl about ten, there was a skirmish

fought between a party of twenty of them, and my father and his servants, behind the Mains; and the bullets

broke several panes in the north windows, they were so near. Three of the Highlanders were killed, and they

brought them in, wrapped in their plaids, and laid them on the stone floor of the hall; and next morning, their

wives and daughters came, clapping their hands, and crying the coronach, and shrieking, and carried away the

dead bodies, with the pipes playing before them. I could not sleep for six weeks without starting, and thinking

I heard these terrible cries, and saw the bodies lying on the steps, all stiff and swathed up in their bloody

tartans. But since that time there came a party from the garrison at Stirling, with a warrant from the Lord

JusticeClerk, or some such great man, and took away all our arms; and now, how are we to protect ourselves

Waverley could not help starting at a story which bore so much resemblance to one of his own daydreams.

Here was a girl scarce seventeen, the gentlest of her sex, both in temper and appearance, who had witnessed

with her own eyes such a scene as he had used to conjure up in his imagination, as only occurring in ancient

times, and spoke of it coolly, as one very likely to recur. He felt at once the impulse of curiosity, and that

slight sense of danger which only serves to heighten its interest. He might have said with Malvolio, '"I do not

now fool myself, to let imagination jade me!" I am actually in the land of military and romantic adventures,

The whole circumstances now detailed concerning the state of the country, seemed equally novel and

extraordinary. He had indeed often heard of Highland thieves, but had no idea of the systematic mode in

which their depredations were conducted; and that the practice was connived at, and even encouraged, by

many of the Highland chieftains, who not only found the creaghs, or forays, useful for the purpose of training

individuals of their clan to the practice of arms, but also of maintaining a wholesome terror among their

Lowland neighbours, and levying, as we have seen, a tribute from them, under colour of protectionmoney.

Bailie Macwheeble, who soon afterwards entered, expatiated still more at length upon the same topic. This

honest gentleman's conversation was so formed upon his professional practice, that Davie Gellatley once said

his discourse was like 'a charge of horning.' He assured our hero, that 'from the maist ancient times of record,

the lawless thieves, limmers, and broken men of the Highlands, had been in fellowship together by reason of

their surnames, for the committing of divers thefts, reifs, and herships upon the honest men of the Low

Country, when they not only intromitted with their whole goods and gear, corn, cattle, horse, nolt, sheep,

outsight and insight plenishing, at their wicked pleasure, but moreover made prisoners, ransomed them, or

concussed them into giving borrows (pledges) to enter into captivity again: all which was directly prohibited

in divers parts of the Statute Book, both by the act one thousand five hundred and sixtyseven, and various

others; the whilk statutes, with all that had followed and might follow thereupon, were shamefully broken and

vilipended by the said sornars, limmers, and broken men, associated into fellowships, for the aforesaid

purposes of theft, stouthreef, fireraising, murther, RAPTUS MULIERUM, or forcible abduction of women,

It seemed like a dream to Waverley that these deeds of violence should be familiar to men's minds, and

currently talked of, as falling within the common order of things, and happening daily in the immediate

vicinity, without his having crossed the seas, and while he was yet in the otherwise wellordered island of

The Baron returned at the dinnerhour, and had in a great measure recovered his composure and good

humour. He not only confirmed the stories which Edward had heard from Rose and Bailie Macwheeble, but

added many anecdotes from his own experience, concerning the state of the Highlands and their inhabitants,

The chiefs he pronounced to be, in general, gentlemen of great honour and high pedigree, whose word was

accounted as a law by all those of their own sept, or clan. 'It did not, indeed,' he said, 'become them, as had

occurred in late instances, to propone their PROSAPIA, a lineage which rested for the most part on the vain

and fond rhymes of their Seannachies or Barahs, as aequiponderate with the evidence of ancient charters and

royal grants of antiquity, conferred upon distinguished houses in the Low Country by divers Scottish

monarchs; nevertheless, such was their OUTRECUIDANCE and presumption, as to undervalue those who

This, by the way, pretty well explained the cause of quarrel between the Baron and his Highland ally. But he

went on to state so many curious particulars concerning the manners, customs, and habits of this patriarchal

race, that Edward's curiosity became highly interested, and he inquired whether it was possible to make with

safety an excursion into the neighbouring Highlands, whose dusky barrier of mountains had already excited

his wish to penetrate beyond them. The Baron assured his guest that nothing would be more easy, providing

this quarrel were first made up, since he could himself give him letters to many of the distinguished chiefs,

While they were on this topic, the door suddenly opened, and, ushered by Saunders Saunderson, a

Highlander, fully armed and equipped, entered the apartment. Had it not been that Saunders acted the part of

master of the ceremonies to this martial apparition, without appearing to deviate from his usual composure,

and that neither Mr. Bradwardine nor Rose exhibited any emotion, Edward would certainly have thought the

intrusion hostile, As it was, he started at the sight of what he had not yet happened to see, a mountaineer in

his full national costume. The individual Gael was a stout, dark, young man, of low stature, the ample folds

of whose plaid added to the appearance of strength which his person exhibited. The short kilt, or petticoat,

showed his sinewy and cleanmade limbs; the goatskin purse, flanked by the usual defences, a dirk and

steelwrought pistol, hung before him; his bonnet had a short feather, which indicated his claim to be treated

as a Duinhewassel, or sort of gentleman; a broadsword dangled by his side, a target hung upon his shoulder,

and a long Spanish fowlingpiece occupied one of his hands. With the other hand he pulled off his bonnet,

and the Baron, who well knew their customs, and the proper mode of addressing them, immediately said,

with an air of dignity, but without rising, and much, as Edward thought, in the manner of a prince receiving

an embassy, 'Welcome, Evan Dhu Maccombich! what news from Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian Vohr?'

'Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian Vohr,' said the ambassador, in good English, 'greets you well, Baron of

Bradwardine and TullyVeolan, and is sorry there has been a thick cloud interposed between you and him,

which has kept you from seeing and considering the friendship and alliances that have been between your

houses and forebears of old; and he prays you that the cloud may pass away, and that things may be as they

have been heretofore between the clan Ivor and the house of Bradwardine, when there was an egg between

them for a flint, and a knife for a sword. And he expects you will also say, you are sorry for the cloud, and no

man shall hereafter ask whether it descended from the hill to the valley, or rose from the valley to the hill; for

they never struck with the scabbard who did not receive with the sword; and woe to him who would lose his

To this the Baron of Bradwardine answered, with suitable dignity, that he knew the chief of clan Ivor to be a

wellwisher to the King, and he was sorry there should have been a cloud between him and any gentleman of

such sound principles, 'for when folks are banding together, feeble is he who hath no brother.'

This appearing perfectly satisfactory, that the peace between these august persons might be duly solemnized,

the Baron ordered a stoup of usquebaugh, and, filling a glass, drank to the health and prosperity of MacIvor

of Glennaquoich; upon which the Celtic ambassador, to requite his politeness, turned down a mighty bumper

of the same generous liquor, seasoned with his good wishes to the house of Bradwardine.

Having thus ratified the preliminaries of the general treaty of pacification, the envoy retired to adjust with Mr.

Macwheeble some subordinate articles with which it was not thought necessary to trouble the Baron. These

probably referred to the discontinuance of the subsidy, and apparently the Bailie found means to satisfy their

ally, without suffering his master to suppose that his dignity was compromised. At least, it is certain, that

after the plenipotentiaries had drunk a bottle of brandy in single drams, which seemed to have no more effect

upon such seasoned vessels, than if it had been poured upon the two bears at the top of the avenue, Evan Dhu

Maccombich, having possessed himself of all the information which he could procure respecting the robbery

of the preceding night, declared his intention to set off immediately in pursuit of the cattle, which he

pronounced to be 'not far off;they have broken the bone,' he observed, 'but they have had no time to suck

Our hero, who had attended Evan Dhu during his perquisitions, was much struck with the ingenuity which he

displayed in collecting information, and the precise and pointed conclusions which he drew from it. Evan

Dhu, on his part, was obviously flattered with the attention of Waverley, the interest he seemed to take in his

inquiries, and his curiosity about the customs and scenery of the Highlands. Without much ceremony he

invited Edward to accompany him on a short walk of ten or fifteen miles into the mountains, and see the

place where the cattle were conveyed to; adding, 'If it be as I suppose, you never saw such a place in your

Our hero, feeling his curiosity considerably excited by the idea of visiting the den of a Highland Cacus, took,

however, the precaution to inquire if his guide might be trusted. He was assured, that the invitation would on

no account have been given had there been the least danger, and that all he had to apprehend was a little

fatigue; and as Evan proposed he should pass a day at his Chieftain's house in returning, where he would be

sure of good accommodation and an excellent welcome, there seemed nothing very formidable in the task he

undertook. Rose, indeed, turned pale when she heard of it; but her father, who loved the spirited curiosity of

his young friend, did not attempt to damp it by an alarm of danger which really did not exist; and a knapsack,

with a few necessaries, being bound on the shoulders of a sort of deputy gamekeeper, our hero set forth with

a fowlingpiece in his hand, accompanied by his new friend Evan Dhu, and, followed by the gamekeeper

aforesaid, and by two wild Highlanders, the attendants of Evan, one of whom had upon his shoulder a hatchet

at the end of a pole, called a Lochaberaxe, [The Townguard of Edinburgh were, till a late period, armed

with this weapon when on their police duty. There was a hook at the back of the axe, which the ancient

Highlanders used to assist them to climb over walls, fixing the hook upon it, and raising themselves by the

handle. The axe, which was also much used by the natives of Ireland, is supposed to have been introduced

into both countries from Scandinavia.] and the other a long duckinggun. Evan, upon Edward's inquiry, gave

him to understand that this martial escort was by no means necessary as a guard, but merely, as he said,

drawing up and adjusting his plaid with an air of dignity, that he might appear decently at TullyVeolan, and

as Vich Ian Vohr's fosterbrother ought to do. 'Ah!' said he, 'if you Saxon Duinhewassel (English

'Yesthat is, with all his usual followers, when he visits those of the same rank. There is,' he continued,

stopping and drawing himself proudly up, while he counted upon his fingers the several officers of his chief's

retinue'there is his HANCHMAN, or righthand man; then his BARDH, or poet; then his BLADIER, or

orator, to make harangues to the great folks whom he visits; then his GILLYMORE, or armourbearer, to

carry his sword and target, and his gun; then his GILLY CASFLIUCH, who carries him on his back through

the sikes and brooks; then his GILLYCOMSTRIAN, to lead his horse by the bridle in steep and difficult

paths; then his GILLYTRUSHHARNISH, to carry his knapsack; and the piper and the piper's man, and it

may be a dozen young lads besides, that have no business, but are just boys of the belt, to follow the laird,

'All these!' replied Evan; 'aye, and many a fair head beside, that would not ken where to lay itself, but for the

With similar tales of the grandeur of the Chief in peace and war, Evan Dhu beguiled the way till they

approached more closely those huge mountains which Edward had hitherto only seen at a distance. It was

towards evening as they entered one of the tremendous passes which afford communication between the High

and Low Country; the path, which was extremely steep and rugged, winded up a chasm between two

tremendous rocks, following the passage which a foaming stream, that brawled far below, appeared to have

worn for itself in the course of ages. A few slanting beams of the sun, which was now setting, reached the

water in its darksome bed, and showed it partially, chafed by a hundred rocks, and broken by a hundred falls.

The descent from the path to the stream was a mere precipice, with here and there a projecting fragment of

granite, or a scathed tree, which had warped its twisted roots into the fissures of the rock. On the right hand,

the mountain rose above the path with almost equal inaccessibility; but the hill on the opposite side displayed

'This,' said Evan, 'is the pass of BallyBrough, which was kept in former times by ten of the clan Donnochie

against a hundred of the Low Country carles. The graves of the slain are still to be seen in that little corri, or

bottom, on the opposite side of the burnif your eyes are good, you may see the green specks among the

heather.See, there is an earn, which you Southrons call an eagleyou have no such birds as that in

Englandhe is going to fetch his supper from the Laird of Bradwardine's braes, but I'll send a slug after

He fired his piece accordingly, but missed the superb monarch of the feathered tribes, who, without noticing

the attempt to annoy him, continued his majestic flight to the southward. A thousand birds of prey, hawks,

kites, carrioncrows, and ravens, disturbed from the lodgings which they had just taken up for the evening,

rose at the report of the gun, and mingled their hoarse and discordant notes with the echoes which replied to

it, and with the roar of the mountain cataracts. Evan, a little disconcerted at having missed his mark, when he

meant to have displayed peculiar dexterity, covered his confusion by whistling part of a pibroch as he

It issued in a narrow glen, between two mountains, both very lofty, and covered with heath. The brook

continued to be their companion, and they advanced up its mazes, crossing them now and then, on which

occasions Even Dhu uniformly offered the assistance of his attendants to carry over Edward; but our hero,

who had been always a tolerable pedestrian, declined the accommodation, and obviously rose in his guide's

opinion by showing that he did not fear wetting his feet. Indeed he was anxious, so far as he could without

affectation, to remove the opinion which Evan seemed to entertain of the effeminacy of the Lowlanders, and

Through the gorge of this glen they found access to a black bog, of tremendous extent, full of large pitholes,

which they traversed with great difficulty and some danger, by tracks which no one but a Highlander could

have followed. The path itself, or rather the portion of more solid ground on which the travellers half walked,

half waded, was rough, broken, and in many places quaggy and unsound. Sometimes the ground was so

completely unsafe, that it was necessary to spring from one hillock to another, the space between being

incapable of bearing the human weight. This was an easy matter to the Highlanders, who wore thinsoled

brogues fit for the purpose, and moved with a peculiar springing step; but Edward began to find the exercise,

to which he was unaccustomed, more fatiguing than he expected. The lingering twilight served to show them

through this Serbonian bog, but deserted them almost totally at the bottom of a steep and very stony hill,

which it was the travellers' next toilsome task to ascend. The night, however, was pleasant, and not dark; and

Waverley, calling up mental energy to support personal fatigue, held on his march gallantly, though envying

in his heart his Highland attendants, who continued, without a symptom of abated vigour, the rapid and

swinging pace, or rather trot, which, according to his computation, had already brought them fifteen miles

After crossing this mountain, and descending on the other side towards a thick wood, Evan Dhu held some

conference with his Highland attendants, in consequence of which Edward's baggage was shifted from the

shoulders of the gamekeeper to those of one of the gillies, and the former was sent off with the other

mountaineer in a direction different from that of the three remaining travellers. On asking the meaning of this

separation, Waverley was told that the Lowlander must go to a hamlet about three miles off for the night; for

unless it was some very particular friend, Donald Bean Lean, the worthy person whom they supposed to be

possessed of the cattle, did not much approve of strangers approaching his retreat. This seemed reasonable,

and silenced a qualm of suspicion which came across Edward's mind, when he saw himself, at such a place

and such an hour, deprived of his only Lowland companion. And Evan immediately afterwards added, 'that

indeed he himself had better get forward, and announce their approach to Donald Bean Lean, as the arrival of

a SIDIER ROY (red soldier) might otherwise be a disagreeable surprise.' And without waiting for an answer,

in jockey phrase, he trotted out, and putting himself to a very round pace, was out of sight in an instant.

Waverley was now left to his own meditations, for his attendant with the battleaxe spoke very little English.

They were traversing a thick, and, as it seemed, an endless wood of pines, and consequently the path was

altogether indiscernible in the murky darkness which surrounded them. The Highlander, however, seemed to

trace it by instinct, without the hesitation of a moment, and Edward followed his footsteps as close as he

After journeying a considerable time in silence, he could not help asking, 'Was it far to the end of their

'Ta cove was tree, four mile; but as Duinhewassel was a wee taiglit, Donald could, tat is,

This conveyed no information. The CURRAGH which was promised might be a man, a horse, a cart, or

chaise; and no more could be got from the man with the battleaxe, but a repetition of 'Aich ay! ta curragh.'

But in a short time Edward began to conceive his meaning, when, issuing from the wood, he found himself

on the banks of a large river or lake, where his conductor gave him to understand they must sit down for a

little while. The moon, which now began to rise, showed obscurely the expanse of water which spread before

them, and the shapeless and indistinct forms of mountains with which it seemed to be surrounded. The cool

and yet mild air of the summer night refreshed Waverley after his rapid and toilsome walk; and the perfume

which it wafted from the birchtrees, bathed in the evening dew, was exquisitely fragrant. [It is not the

weeping birch, the most common species in the Highlands, but the woollyleaved Lowland birch, that is

He had now time to give himself up to the full romance of his situation. Here he saw on the banks of an

unknown lake, under the guidance of a wild native, whose language was unknown to him, on a visit to the

den of some renowned outlaw, a second Robin Hood, perhaps, or Adam o' Gordon, and that at deep midnight,

through scenes of difficulty and toil, separated from his attendant, left by his guide.What a variety of

incidents for the exercise of a romantic imagination, and all enhanced by the solemn feeling of uncertainty, at

least, if not of danger! The only circumstance which assorted ill with the rest, was the cause of his

While wrapped in these dreams of imagination, his companion gently touched him, and pointing in a

direction nearly straight across the lake, said 'Yon's ta cove.' A small point of light was seen to twinkle in the

direction in which he pointed, and gradually increasing in size and lustre, seemed to flicker like a meteor

upon the verge of the horizon. While Edward watched this phenomenon, the distant dash of oars was heard.

The measured sound approached near and more near, and presently a loud whistle was heard in the same

direction. His friend with the battleaxe immediately whistled clear and shrill, in reply to the signal, and a

boat, manned with four or five Highlanders, pushed for a little inlet, near which Edward was sitting. He

advanced to meet them with his attendant, was immediately assisted into the boat by the officious attention of

two stout mountaineers, and had no sooner seated himself than they resumed their oars, and began to row

The party preserved silence, interrupted only by the monotonous and murmured chant of a Gaelic song, sung

in a kind of low recitative by the steersman, and by the dash of the oars, which the notes seemed to regulate,

as they dipped to them in cadence. The light, which they now approached more nearly, assumed a broader,

redder, and more irregular splendour. It appeared plainly to be a large fire, but whether kindled upon an

island or the main land, Edward could not determine. As he saw it, the red glaring orb seemed to rest on the

very surface of the lake itself, and resembled the fiery vehicle in which the Evil Genius of an Oriental tale

traverses land and sea. They approached nearer, and the light of the fire sufficed to show that it was kindled

at the bottom of a huge dark crag or rock, rising abruptly from the very edge of the water; its front changed

by the reflection to dusky red, formed a strange and even awful contrast to the banks around, which were

The boat now neared the shore, and Edward could discover that this large fire, amply supplied with branches

of pinewood by two figures, who, in the red reflection of its light, appeared like demons, was kindled in the

jaws of a lofty cavern, into which an inlet from the lake seemed to advance; and he conjectured, which was

indeed true, that the fire had been lighted as a beacon to the boatmen on their return. They rowed right for the

mouth of the cave, and then, shipping their oars, permitted the boat to enter in obedience to the impulse

The skiff passed the little point or platform of rock on which the fire was blazing, and running about two

boats' length farther, stopped where the cavern (for it was already arched overhead) ascended from the water

by five or six broad ledges of rocks, so easy and regular that they might be termed natural steps. At this

moment a quantity of water was suddenly flung upon the fire, which sank with a hissing noise, and with it

disappeared the light it had hitherto afforded. Four or five active arms lifted Waverley out of the boat, placed

him on his feet, and almost carried him into the recesses of the cave. He made a few paces in darkness,

guided in this manner; and advancing towards a hum of voices, which seemed to sound from the centre of the

rock, at an acute turn Donald Bean Lean and his whole establishment were before his eyes.

The interior of the cave, which here rose very high, was illuminated by torches made of pinetree, which

emitted a bright and bickering light, attended by a strong though not unpleasant odour. Their light was

assisted by the red glare of a large charcoal fire, round which were seated five or six armed Highlanders,

while others were indistinctly seen couched on their plaids, in the more remote recesses of the cavern. In one

large aperture, which the robber facetiously called his spence (or pantry), there hung by the heels the

carcasses of a sheep, or ewe, and two cows lately slaughtered. The principal inhabitant of this singular

mansion, attended by Evan Dhu as master of the ceremonies, came forward to meet his guest, totally different

in appearance and manner from what his imagination had anticipated. The profession which he

followedthe wilderness in which he dweltthe wild warriorforms that surrounded him, were all

calculated to inspire terror. From such accompaniments, Waverley prepared himself to meet a stern, gigantic,

ferocious figure, such as Salvator would have chosen to be the central object of a group of banditti. [See Note

Donald Bean Lean was the very reverse of all these. He was thin in person and low in stature, with light

sandycoloured hair, and small pale features, from which he derived his agnomen of BEAN, or white; and

although his form was light, wellproportioned, and active, he appeared, on the whole, rather a diminutive

and insignificant figure. He had served in some inferior capacity in the French army, and in order to receive

his English visitor in great form, and probably meaning, in his way, to pay him a compliment, he had laid

aside the Highland dress for the time, to put on an old blue and red uniform, and a feathered hat, in which he

was far from showing to advantage, and indeed looked so incongruous, compared with all around him, that

Waverley would have been tempted to laugh, had laughter been either civil or safe. The robber received

Captain Waverley with a profusion of French politeness and Scottish hospitality, seemed perfectly to know

his name and connexions, and to be particularly acquainted with his uncle's political principles. On these he

bestowed great applause, to which Waverley judged it prudent to make a very general reply.

Being placed at a convenient distance from the charcoal fire, the heat of which the season rendered

oppressive, a strapping Highland damsel placed before Waverley, Evan, and Donald Bean, three cogues, or

wooden vessels, composed of staves and hoops, containing EANARUICH, [This was the regale presented by

Rob Roy to the Laird of Tullibody.] a sort of strong soup, made out of a particular part of the inside of the

beeves. After this refreshment, which, though coarse, fatigue and hunger rendered palatable, steaks, roasted

on the coals, were supplied in liberal abundance, and disappeared before Even Dhu and their host with a

promptitude that seemed like magic, and astonished Waverley, who was much puzzled to reconcile their

voracity with what he had heard of the abstemiousness of the Highlanders. He was ignorant that this

abstinance was with the lower ranks wholly compulsory, and that, like some animals of prey, those who

practise it were usually gifted with the power of indemnifying themselves to good purpose, when chance

threw plenty in their way. The whisky came forth in abundance to crown the cheer. The Highlanders drank it

copiously and undiluted; but Edward, having mixed a little with water, did not find it so palatable as to invite

him to repeat the draught. Their host bewailed himself exceedingly that he could offer him no wine: 'Had he

but known fourandtwenty hours before, he would have had some, had it been within the circle of forty

miles round him. But no gentleman could do more to show his sense of the honour of a visit from another,

than to offer him the best cheer his house afforded. Where there are no bushes there can be no nuts, and the

He went on regretting to Evan Dhu the death of an aged man, Donnacha an Amrigh, or Duncan with the Cap,

'a gifted seer,' who foretold, through the second sight, visitors of every description who haunted their

'Nothing equal to his father,' replied Donald Bean. He told us the other day we were to see a great gentleman

riding on a horse, and there came nobody that whole day but Shemus Beg, the blind harper, with his dog.

Another time he advertised us of a wedding, and behold it proved a funeral; and on the creagh, when he

foretold to us we should bring home a hundred head of horned cattle, we gripped nothing but a fat bailie of

From this discourse he passed to the political and military state of the country; and Waverley was astonished,

and even alarmed, to find a person of this description so accurately acquainted with the strength of the

various garrisons and regiments quartered north of the Tay. He even mentioned the exact number of recruits

who had joined Waverley's troop from his uncle's estate, and observed they were pretty men, meaning, not

handsome, but stout warlike fellows. He put Waverley in mind of one or two minute circumstances which

had happened at a general review of the regiment, which satisfied him that the robber had been an eye

witness of it; and Evan Dhu having by this time retired from the conversation, and wrapped himself up in his

plaid to take some repose, Donald asked Edward, in a very significant manner, whether he had nothing

Waverley, surprised and somewhat startled at this question from such a character, answered he had no motive

in visiting him but curiosity to see his extraordinary place of residence. Donald Bean Lean looked him

steadily in the face for an instant, and then said, with a significant nod, 'You might as well have confided in

me; I am as much worthy of trust as either the Baron of Bradwardine, or Vich Ian Vohr:but you are

Waverley felt an involuntary shudder creep over him at the mysterious language held by this outlawed and

lawless bandit, which, in despite of his attempts to master it, deprived him of the proper to ask the meaning of

his insinuations. A heath pallet, with the flowers stuck uppermost, had been prepared for him in a recess of

the cave, and here, covered with such spare plaids as could be mustered, he lay for some time matching the

motions of the other inhabitants of the cavern. Small parties of two or three entered or left the place without

any other ceremony than a few words in Gaelic to the principal outlaw, and, when he fell asleep, to a tall

Highlander who acted as his lieutenant, and seemed to keep watch during his repose. Those who entered,

seemed to have returned from some excursion, of which they reported the success, and went without further

ceremony to the larder, where, cutting with their dirks their rations from the carcasses which were there

suspended, they proceeded to broil and eat them at their own pleasure and leisure. The liquor was under strict

regulation, being served out either by Donald himself, his lieutenant, or the strapping Highland girl aforesaid,

who was the only female that appeared. The allowance of whisky, however, would have appeared prodigal to

any but Highlanders, who, living entirely in the open air, and in a very moist climate, can consume great

quantities of ardent spirits without the usual baneful effects either upon the brain or constitution.

At length the fluctuating groups began to swim before the eyes of our hero as they gradually closed; nor did

he reopen them till the morning sun was high on the lake without, though there was but a faint and

glimmering twilight in the recesses of Uaimh an Ri, or the King's Cavern, as the abode of Donald Bean Lean

Then Edward had collected his scattered recollection, he was surprised to observe the cavern totally deserted.

Having arisen and put his dress in some order, he looked more accurately round him; but all was still solitary.

If it had not been for the decayed brands of the fire, now sunk into grey ashes, and the remnants of the

festival, consisting of bones half burnt and half gnawed, and an empty keg or two, there remained no traces of

Donald and his band. When Waverley sallied forth to the entrance of the cave, he perceived that the point of

rock, on which remained the marks of last night's beacon, was accessible by a small path, either natural, or

roughly hewn in the rock, along the little inlet of water which ran a few yards up into the cavern, where, as in

a wetdock, the skiff which brought him there the night before was still lying moored. When he reached the

small projecting platform on which the beacon had been established, he would have believed his further

progress by land impossible, only that it was scarce probable but that the inhabitants of the cavern had some

mode of issuing from it otherwise than by the lake. Accordingly, he soon observed three or four shelving

steps, or ledges of rock, at the very extremity of the little platform; and, making use of them as a staircase, he

clambered by their means around the projecting shoulder of the crag on which the cavern opened, and,

descending with some difficulty on the other side, he gained the wild and precipitous shores of a Highland

loch, about four miles in length, and a mile and a half across, surrounded by heathy and savage mountains, on

Looking back to the place from which he came, he could not help admiring the address which had adopted a

retreat of such seclusion and secrecy. The rock, round the shoulder of which he had turned by a few

imperceptible notches, that barely afforded place for the foot, seemed, in looking back upon it, a huge

precipice, which barred all further passage by the shores of the lake in that direction. There could be no

possibility, the breadth of the lake considered, of descrying the entrance of the narrow and lowbrowed cave

from the other side; so that, unless the retreat had been sought for with boats, or disclosed by treachery, it

might be a safe and secret residence to its garrison as long as they were supplied with provisions. Having

satisfied his curiosity in these particulars, Waverley looked around for Evan Dhu and his attendants, who, he

rightly judged, would be at no great distance, whatever might have become of Donald Bean Lean and his

party, whose mode of life was, of course, liable to sudden migrations of abode. Accordingly, at the distance

of about half a mile, he beheld a Highlander (Evan apparently) angling in the lake, with another attending

him, whom, from the weapon which he shouldered, he recognized for his friend with the battleaxe.

Much nearer to the mouth of the cave, he heard the notes of a lively Gaelic song, guided by which, in a sunny

recess, shaded by a glittering birchtree, and carpeted with a bank of firm white sand, he found the damsel of

the cavern, whose lay had already reached him, busy, to the best of her power, in arranging to advantage a

morning repast of milk, eggs, barleybread, fresh butter, and honeycomb. The poor girl had already made a

circuit of four miles that morning in search of the eggs, of the meal which baked her cakes, and of the other

materials of the breakfast, being all delicacies which she had to beg or borrow from distant cottagers. The

followers of Donald Bean Lean used little food except the flesh of the animals which they drove away from

the Lowlands; bread itself was a delicacy seldom thought of, because hard to be obtained, and all the

domestic accommodations of milk, poultry, butter, were out of the question in this Scythian camp. Yet it

must not be omitted, that, although Alice had occupied a part of the morning in providing those

accommodations for her guest which the cavern did not afford, she had secured time also to arrange her own

person in her best trim. Her finery was very simple. A short russetcoloured jacket, and a petticoat, of scanty

longitude, was her whole dress; but these were clean, and neatly arranged. A piece of scarlet embroidered

cloth, called the snood, confined her hair, which fell over it in a profusion of rich dark curls. The scarlet plaid,

which formed part of her dress, was laid aside, that it might not impede her activity in attending the stranger.

I should forget Alice's proudest ornament, were I to omit mentioning a pair of gold earrings, and a golden

rosary, which her father (for she was the daughter of Donald Bean Lean) had brought from France, the

Her form, though rather large for her years, was very well proportioned, and her demeanour had a natural and

rustic grace, with nothing of the sheepishness of an ordinary peasant. The smiles, displaying a row of teeth of

exquisite whiteness, and the laughing eyes, with which, in dumb show, she gave Waverley that morning

greeting which she wanted English words to express, might have been interpreted by a coxcomb, or perhaps

by a young soldier, who, without being such, was conscious of a handsome person, as meant to convey more

than the courtesy of an hostess. Nor do I take it upon me to say, that the little wild mountaineer would have

welcomed any staid old gentleman advanced in life, the Baron of Bradwardine, for example, with the cheerful

pains which she bestowed upon Edward's accommodation. She seemed eager to place him by the meal which

she had so sedulously arranged, and to which she now added a few bunches of cranberries, gathered in an

adjacent morass. Having had the satisfaction of seeing him seated at his breakfast, she placed herself

demurely upon a stone at a few yards' distance, and appeared to watch with great complacency for some

Evan and his attendant now returned slowly along the beach, the latter bearing a large salmontrout, the

produce of the morning's sport, together with the anglingrod, while Evan strolled forward, with an easy,

selfsatisfied, and important gait, towards the spot where Waverley was so agreeably employed at the

breakfasttable. After morning greetings had passed on both sides, and Evan, looking at Waverley, had said

something in Gaelic to Alice, which made her laugh, yet colour up to her eyes, through a complexion well

embrowned by sun and wind, Evan intimated his commands that the fish should be prepared for breakfast. A

spark from the lock of his pistol produced a light, and a few withered fir branches were quickly in flame, and

as speedily reduced to hot embers, on which the trout was broiled in large slices. To crown the repast, Evan

produced from the pocket of his short jerkin, a large scallop shell, and from under the folds of his plaid, a

ram's horn full of whisky. Of this he took a copious dram, observing he had already taken his MORNING

with Donald Bean Lean, before his departure; he offered the same cordial to Alice and to Edward, which they

both declined. With the bounteous air of a lord, Evan then proffered the scallop to Dugald Mahony, his

attendant, who, without waiting to be asked a second time, drank it off with great gusto. Evan then prepared

to move towards the boat, inviting Waverley to attend him. Meanwhile, Alice had made up in a small basket

what she thought worth removing, and hinging her plaid around her, she advanced up to Edward, and, with

the utmost simplicity, taking hold of his hand, offered her cheek to his salute, dropping, at the same time, her

little curtsy. Evan, who was esteemed a wag among the mountain fair, advanced, as if to secure a similar

favour; but Alice, snatching up her basket, escaped up the rocky bank as fleetly as a roe, and, turning round

and laughing, called something out to him in Gaelic, which he answered in the same tone and language; then,

waving her hand to Edward, she resumed her road, and was soon lost among the thickets, though they

continued for some time to hear her lively carol, as she proceeded gaily on her solitary journey.

They now again entered the gorge of the cavern, and stepping into the boat, the Highlander pushed off, and,

taking advantage of the morning breeze, hoisted a clumsy sort of sail, while Evan assumed the helm,

directing their course, as it appeared to Waverley, rather higher up the lake than towards the place of his

embarkation on the preceding night. As they glided along the silver mirror, Evan opened the conversation

with a panegyric upon Alice, who, he said, was both CANNY and FENDY; and was, to the boot of all that,

the best dancer of a strathspey in the whole strath. Edward assented to her praises so far as he understood

them, yet could not help regretting that she was condemned to such a perilous and dismal life.

'Oich! for that,' said Evan, 'there is nothing in Perthshire that she need want, if she ask her father to fetch it,

'Common thief!no such thing: Donald Bean Lean never LIFTED less than a drove in his life.'

'Nohe that steals a cow from a poor widow, or a stirk from a cottar, is a thief; he that lifts a drove from a

Sassenach laird, is a gentlemandrover. And, besides, to take a tree from the forest, a salmon from the river, a

deer from the hill, or a cow from a Lowland strath, is what no Highlander need ever think shame upon.'

'To be sure he would DIE FOR THE LAW, as many a pretty man has done before him.'

'Aye; that is, with the law, or by the law; be strapped up on the KIND gallows of Crieff, [See Note 12.] where

his father died, and his goodsire died, and where I hope he'll live to die himself, if he's not shot, or slashed, in

'And that do I e'en; would you have me wish him to die on a bundle of wet straw in yon den of his, like a

'Troth, if such an accident were to happen, as her father would not need her help ony langer, I ken naught to

'Gallantly resolved!' said Edward;'but, in the meanwhile, Evan, what has your fatherinlaw (that shall be,

'Oich,' answered Evan, 'they were all trudging before your lad and Allan Kennedy before the sun blinked

ower BenLawers this morning; and they'll be in the pass of BallyBrough by this time, in their way back to

the parks of TullyVeolan, all but two, that were unhappily slaughtered before I got last night to Uaimh an

'Where would you be ganging, but to the laird's ain house of Glennaquoich? Ye would not think to be in his

country, without ganging to see him? It would be as much as a man's life's worth,'

In about half an hour they reached the upper end of the lake, where, after landing Waverley, the two

Highlanders drew the boat into a little creek among thick flags and reeds, where it lay perfectly concealed.

The oars they put in another place of concealment, both for the use of Donald Bean Lean probably, when his

The travellers followed for some time a delightful opening into the hills, down which a little brook found its

way to the lake. When they had pursued their walk a short distance, Waverley renewed his questions about

'Out, no! it's past the skill of man to tell where he's to be found at a' times; there's not a dern nook, or cove, or

'My master?My master is in heaven,' answered Evan haughtily; and then immediately assuming his usual

civility of manner'But you mean my Chief;no, he does not shelter Donald Bean Lean, nor any that are

'Ah! but ye dinna see through it. When I say wood and water, I mean the loch and the land; and I fancy

Donald would be put till't if the laird were to look for him wi' threescore men in the wood of Kailychat

yonder; and if our boats, with a score or twa mair, were to come down the loch to Uaimh an Ri, headed by

'But suppose a strong party came against him from the Low Country, would not your Chief defend him?'

'He behoved to rid this country of himsell, and fall back, it may be, over the mount upon Letter Scriven.'

'That,' quoth Evan, 'is beyond all belief; and, indeed, to tell you the truth, there durst not a Lowlander in all

Scotland follow the fray a gunshot beyond BallyBrough, unless he had the help of the SIDIER DHU.'

'The SIDIER DHU? the black soldier; that is what they call the independent companies that were raised to

keep peace and law in the Highlands. Vich Ian Vohr commanded one of them for five years, and I was

sergeant myself, I shall warrant ye. They call them SIDIER DHU, because they wear the tartans,as they

'Well, but when you were in King George's pay, Evan, you were surely King George's soldiers?'

'Troth, and you must ask Vich Ian Vohr about that; for we are for his king, and care not much which o' them

it is. At any rate, nobody can say we are King George's men now, when we have not seen his pay this

This last argument admitted of no reply, nor did Edward attempt any; he rather chose to bring back the

discourse to Donald Bean Lean. 'Does Donald confine himself to cattle, or does he LIFT, as you call it,

'Troth, he's nae nice body, and he'll just tak ony thing, but most readily cattle, horse, or live Christians; for

sheep are slow of travel, and inside plenishing is cumbrous to carry, and not easy to put away for siller in this

'Out, aye. Did not ye hear him speak o' the Perth bailie? It cost that body five hundred merks ere he got to the

south of BallyBrough.And ance Donald played a pretty sport. [See Note 13.] There was to be a blythe

bridal between the Lady Cramfeezer, in the howe o' the Mearns (she was the auld laird's widow, and no sae

young as she had been hersell), and young Gilliewhackit, who had spent his heirship and movables, like a

gentleman, at cockmatches, bullbaitings, horseraces, and the like. Now, Donald Bean Lean, being aware

that the bridegroom was in request, and wanting to cleik the cunzie (that is, to hook the siller), he cannily

carried off Gilliewhackit ae night when he was riding DOVERING hame (wi' the malt rather abune the meal),

and with the help of his gillies he gat him into the hills with the speed of light, and the first place he wakened

in was the cove of Uaimh an Ri. So there was old to do about ransoming the bridegroom; for Donald would

'Punds Scottish, ya shall understand. And the lady had not the siller if she had pawned her gown; and they

applied to the governor o' Stirling castle, and to the major o' the Black Watch; and the governor said, it was

ower far to the northward, and out of his district; and the major said, his men were gane hame to the shearing,

and he would not call them out before the victual was got in for all the Cramfeezers in Christendom, let alane

the Mearns, for that it would prejudice the country. And in the meanwhile ye'll no hinder Gilliewhackit to

take the smallpox. There was not the doctor in Perth or Stirling would look near the poor lad; and I cannot

blame them, for Donald had been misguggled by ane of these doctors about Paris, and he swore he would

fling the first into the loch that he catched beyond the Pass. However, some cailliachs (that is, old women)

that were about Donald's hand, nursed Gilliewhackit sae weel, that between the free open air in the cove and

the fresh whey, deil an' he did not recover maybe as weel as if he had been closed in a glazed chamber and a

bed with curtains, and fed with red wine and white meat. And Donald was sae vexed about it, that when he

was stout and weel, he even sent him free home, and said he would be pleased with onything they would like

to gie him for the plague and trouble which he had about Gilliewhackit to an unkenn'd degree. And I cannot

tell you precisely how they sorted; but they agreed sae right that Donald was invited to dance at the wedding

in his Highland trews, and they said that there was never sae meikle siller clinked in his purse either before or

since. And to the boot of all that, Gilliewhackit said, that, be the evidence what it liked, if he had the luck to

be on Donald's inquest, he would bring him in guilty of nothing whatever, unless it were wilful arson, or

With such bald and disjointed chat Evan went on, illustrating the existing state of the Highlands, more

perhaps to the amusement of Waverley than that of our readers. At length, after having marched over bank

and brae, moss and heather, Edward, though not unacquainted with the Scottish liberality in computing

distance, began to think that Evan's five miles were nearly doubled. His observation on the large measure

which the Scottish allowed of their land, in comparison to the computation of their money, was readily

answered by Evan, with the old jest, The deil take them wha have the least pint stoup.' ['The Scotch are

liberal in computing their land and liquor; the Scottish pint corresponds to two English quarts. As for their

And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper

'It is not,' said Evan imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach Duinhewassel in such a

But as they approached a little nearer, he said, with an appearance of mortification, 'And it is even he, sure

enough; and he has not his tail on after all;there is no living creature with him but Callum Beg.'

In fact, Fergus MacIvor, of whom a Frenchman might have said, as truly as of any man in the Highlands,

'QU'IL CONNOIT BIEN SES GENS,' had no idea of raising himself in the eyes of an English young man of

fortune, by appearing with a retinue of idle Highlanders disproportioned to the occasion. He was well aware

that such an unnecessary attendance would seem to Edward rather ludicrous than respectable; and while few

men were more attached to ideas of chieftainship and feudal power, he was, for that very reason, cautious of

exhibiting external marks of dignity, unless at the time and in the manner when they were most likely to

produce an imposing effect. Therefore, although, had he been to receive a brother chieftain, he would

probably have been attended by all that retinue which Evan described with so much unction, he judged it

more respectable to advance to meet Waverley with a single attendant, a very handsome Highland boy, who

carried his master's shootingpouch and his broadsword, without which he seldom went abroad.

When Fergus and Waverley met, the latter was struck with the peculiar grace and dignity of the Chieftain's

figure, Above the middle size, and finely proportioned, the Highland dress, which he wore in its simplest

mode, set off his person to great advantage. He wore the trews, or close trousers, made of tartan, chequed

scarlet and white; in other particulars, his dress strictly resembled Evan's, excepting that he had no weapon

save a dirk, very richly mounted with silver. His page, as we have said, carried his claymore and the

fowlingpiece, which he held in his hand, seemed only designed for sport. He had shot in the course of his

walk some young wildducks, as, though CLOSE TIME was then unknown, the broods of grouse were yet

too young for the sportsman. His countenance was decidedly Scottish, with all the peculiarities of the

northern physiognomy, but yet had so little of ifs harshness and exaggeration, that it would have been

pronounced in any country extremely handsome. The martial air of the bonnet, with a single eagle's feather as

a distinction, added much to the manly appearance of his head, which was besides ornamented with a far

more natural and graceful cluster of close black curls than ever were exposed to sale in Bond Street.

An air of openness and affability increased the favourable impression derived from this handsome and

dignified exterior. Yet a skilful physiognomist would have been less satisfied with the countenance on the

second than on the first view. The eyebrow and upper lip bespoke something of the habit of peremptory

command and decisive superiority. Even his courtesy, though open, frank, and unconstrained, seemed to

indicate a sense of personal importance; and, upon any check or accidental excitation, a sudden, though

transient lour of the eye, showed a hasty, haughty, and vindictive temper, not less to be dreaded because it

seemed much under its owner's command. In short, the countenance of the Chieftain resembled a smiling

summer's day, in which, notwithstanding, we are made sensible by certain, though slight signs, that it may

It was not, however, upon their first meeting that Edward had an opportunity of making these less favourable

remarks. The Chief received him as a friend of the Baron of Bradwardine, with the utmost expression of

kindness and obligation for the visit; upbraided him gently with choosing so rude an abode as he had done the

night before; and entered into a lively conversation with him about Donald Bean's housekeeping, but without

the least hint as to his predatory habits, or the immediate occasion of Waverley's visit, a topic which, as the

Chief did not introduce it, our hero also avoided. While they walked merrily on towards the house of

Glennaquoich, Evan, who now fell respectfully into the rear, followed with Callum Beg and Dugald Mahony.

We shall take the opportunity to introduce the reader to some particulars of Fergus MacIvor's character and

history, which were not completely known to Waverley till after a connexion, which, though arising from a

circumstance so casual, had for a length of time the deepest influence upon his character, actions, and

prospects. But this, being an important subject, must form the commencement of a new chapter.

The ingenious licentiate, Francisco de Ubeda, when he commenced his history of La Picara Justina

Diez,which, by the way, is one of the most rare books of Spanish literature,complained of his pen

having caught up a hair, and forthwith begins, with more eloquence than common sense, an affectionate

expostulation with that useful implement, upbraiding it with being the quill of a goose,a bird inconstant by

nature, as frequenting the three elements of water, earth, and air, indifferently, and being, of course, 'to one

thing constant never.' Now I protest to thee, gentle reader, that I entirely dissent from Francisco de Ubeda in

this matter, and hold it the most useful quality of my pen, that it can speedily change from grave to gay, and

from description and dialogue to narrative and character. So that, if my quill display no other properties of its

mothergoose than her mutability, truly I shall be well pleased; and I conceive that you, my worthy friend,

will have no occasion for discontent. From the jargon, therefore, of the Highland gillies, I pass to the

character of their Chief. It is an important examination, and therefore, like Dogberry, we must spare no

The ancestor of Fergus MacIvor, about three centuries before, had set up a claim to be recognized as chief

of the numerous and powerful clan to which he belonged, the name of which it is unnecessary to mention.

Being defeated by an opponent who had more justice, or at least more force, on his side, he moved

southwards, with those who adhered to him, in quest of new settlements, like a second Aeneas. The state of

the Perthshire Highlands favoured his purpose. A great baron in that country had lately become traitor to the

crown; Ian, which was the name of our adventurer, united himself with those who were commissioned by the

king to chastise him, and did such good service, that he obtained a grant of the property, upon which he and

his posterity afterwards resided. He followed the king also in war to the fertile regions of England, where he

employed his leisure hours so actively in raising subsidies among the boors of Northumberland and Durham,

that upon his return he was enabled to erect a stone tower, or fortalice, so much admired by his dependants

and neighbours, that he, who had hitherto been called Ian MacIvor, or John the son of Ivor, was thereafter

distinguished, both in song and genealogy, by the high title of IAN NAN CHAISTEL, or John of the Tower.

The descendants of this worthy were so proud of him, that the reigning chief always bore the patronymic title

of Vich Ian Vohr, i.e. the son of John the Great; while the clan at large, to distinguish them from that from

The father of Fergus, the tenth in direct descent from John of the Tower, engaged heart and hand in the

insurrection of 1715, and was forced to fly to France, after the attempt of that year in favour of the Stuarts

had proved unsuccessful. More fortunate than other fugitives, he obtained employment in the French service,

and married a lady of rank in that kingdom, by whom he had two children, Fergus and his sister Flora. The

Scottish estate had been forfeited and exposed to sale, but was re purchased for a small price in the name of

the young proprietor, who in consequence came to reside upon his native domains. [See Note 14.] It was soon

perceived that he possessed a character of uncommon acuteness, fire, and ambition, which, as he became

acquainted with the state of the country, gradually assumed a mixed and peculiar tone, that could only have

Had Fergus MacIvor lived Sixty Years sooner than he did, he would, in all probability, have wanted the

polished manner and knowledge of the world which he now possessed; and had he lived Sixty Years later, his

ambition and love of rule would have lacked the fuel which his situation now afforded. He was indeed, within

his little circle, as perfect a politician as Castruccio Castracani himself. He applied himself with great

earnestness to appease all the feuds and dissensions which often arose among other clans in his

neighbourhood, so that he became a frequent umpire in their quarrels. His own patriarchal power he

strengthened at every expense which his fortune would permit, and indeed stretched his means to the

uttermost, to maintain the rude and plentiful hospitality, which was the most valued attribute of a chieftain.

For the same reason, he crowded his estate with a tenantry, hardy indeed, and fit for the purposes of war, but

greatly outnumbering what the soil was calculated to maintain. These consisted chiefly of his own clan, not

one of whom he suffered to quit his lands if he could possibly prevent it. But he maintained, besides, many

adventurers from the mother sept, who deserted a less warlike, though more wealthy chief, to do homage to

Fergus MacIvor. Other individuals, too, who had not even that apology, were nevertheless received into his

allegiance, which indeed was refused to none who were, like Poins, proper men of their hands, and were

He was enabled to discipline these forces, from having obtained command of one of the independent

companies raised by Government to preserve the peace of the Highlands. While in this capacity he acted with

vigour and spirit, and preserved great order in the country under his charge. He caused his vassals to enter by

rotation into his company, and serve for a certain space of time, which gave them all in turn a general notion

of military discipline. In his campaigns against the banditti, it was observed that he assumed and exercised to

the utmost the discretionary power, which, while the law had no free course in the Highlands, was conceived

to belong to the military parties who were called in to support it. He acted, for example, with great and

suspicious lenity to those freebooters who made restitution on his summons, and offered personal submission

to himself, while he rigorously pursued, apprehended, and sacrificed to justice, all such interlopers as dared to

despise his admonitions or commands. On the other hand, if any officers of justice, military parties, or others,

presumed to pursue thieves or marauders through his territories, and without applying for his consent and

concurrence, nothing was more certain than that they would meet with some notable foil or defeat; upon

which occasions Fergus MacIvor was the first to condole with them, and, after gently blaming their

rashness, never failed deeply to lament the lawless state of the country. These lamentations did not exclude

suspicion, and matters were so represented to Government, that our Chieftain was deprived of his military

Whatever Fergus MacIvor felt on this occasion, he had the art of entirely suppressing every appearance of

discontent; but in a short time the neighbouring country began to feel bad effects from his disgrace. Donald

Bean Lean, and others of his class, whose depredations had hitherto been confined to other districts, appeared

from thenceforward to have made a settlement on this devoted border; and their ravages were carried on with

little opposition, as the Lowland gentry were chiefly Jacobites, and disarmed. This forced many of the

inhabitants into contracts of blackmail with Fergus MacIvor, which not only established him their protector,

and gave him great weight in all their consultations, but, moreover, supplied funds for the waste of his feudal

hospitality, which the discontinuance of his pay might have otherwise essentially diminished.

In following this course of conduct, Fergus had a further object than merely being the great man of his

neighbourhood, and ruling despotically over a small clan. From his infancy upward, he had devoted himself

to the cause of the exiled family, and had persuaded himself, not only that their restoration to the crown of

Britain would be speedy, but that those who assisted them would be raised to honour and rank. It was with

this view that he laboured to reconcile the Highlanders among themselves, and augmented his own force to

the utmost, to be prepared for the first favourable opportunity of rising. With this purpose also he conciliated

the favour of such Lowland gentlemen in the vicinity as were friends to the good cause; and for the same

reason, having incautiously quarrelled with Mr. Bradwardine, who, notwithstanding his peculiarities, was

much respected in the country, he took advantage of the foray of Donald Bean Lean to solder up the dispute

in the manner we have mentioned. Some, indeed, surmised that he caused the enterprise to be suggested to

Donald, on purpose to pave the way to a reconciliation, which, supposing that to be the case, cost the Laird of

Bradwardine two good milchcows. This zeal in their behalf the House of Stuart repaid with a considerable

share of their confidence, an occasional supply of louis d'or, abundance of fair words, and a parchment, with

a huge waxen seal appended, purporting to be an Earl's patent, granted by no less a person than James the

Third King of England, and Eighth King of Scotland, to his right leal, trusty, and wellbeloved Fergus

With this future coronet glittering before his eyes, Fergus plunged deeply into the correspondence and plots

of that unhappy period; and, like all such active agents, easily reconciled his conscience to going certain

lengths in the service of his party, from which honour and pride would have deterred him, had his sole object

been the direct advancement of his own personal interest. With this insight into a bold, ambitious, and ardent,

The Chief and his guest had by this time reached the house of Glennaquoich, which consisted of Ian nan

Chaistel's mansion, a high rudelooking square tower, with the addition of a lofted house, that is, a building

of two stories, constructed by Fergus's grandfather when he returned from that memorable expedition, well

remembered by the western shires under the name of the Highland Host. Upon occasion of this crusade

against the Ayrshire Whigs and Covenanters, the Vich Ian Vohr of the time had probably been as successful

as his predecessor was in harrying Northumberland, and therefore left to his posterity a rival edifice, as a

Around the house, which stood on an eminence in the midst of a narrow Highland valley, there appeared

none of that attention to convenience, far less to ornament and decoration, which usually surrounds a

gentleman's habitation. An enclosure or two, divided by drystone walls, were the only part of the domain

that was fenced; as to the rest, the narrow slips of level ground which lay by the side of the brook exhibited a

scanty crop of barley, liable to constant depredations from the herds of wild ponies and black cattle that

grazed upon the adjacent hills. These ever and anon made an incursion upon the arable ground, which was

repelled by the loud, uncouth, and dissonant shouts of half a dozen Highland swains, all running as if they

had been mad, and every one hallooing a halfstarved dog to the rescue of the forage. At a little distance up

the glen was a small and stunted wood of birch; the hills were high and heathy, but without any variety of

surface; so that the whole view was wild and desolate, rather than grand and solitary. Yet, such as it was, no

genuine descendant of Ian nan Chaistel would have changed the domain for Stowe or Blenheim.

There was a sight, however, before the gate, which perhaps would have afforded the first owner of Blenheim

more pleasure than the finest view in the domain assigned to him by the gratitude of his country. This

consisted of about a hundred Highlanders in complete dress and arms; at sight of whom the Chieftain

apologized to Waverley in a sort of negligent manner. 'He had forgot,' he said, 'that he had ordered a few of

his clan out, for the purpose of seeing that they were in a fit condition to protect the country, and prevent such

accidents as, he was sorry to learn, had befallen the Baron of Bradwardine. Before they were dismissed,

perhaps Captain Waverley might choose to see them go through a part of their exercise.'

Edward assented, and the men executed with agility and precision some of the ordinary military movements.

They then practised individually at a mark, and showed extraordinary dexterity in the management of the

pistol and firelock. They took aim, standing, sitting, leaning, or lying prostrate, as they were commanded, and

always with effect upon the target. Next, they paired off for the broadsword exercise; and, having manifested

their individual skill and dexterity, united in two bodies, and exhibited a sort of mock encounter, in which the

charge, the rally, the flight, the pursuit, and all the current of a heady fight, were exhibited to the sound of the

On a signal made by the Chief, the skirmish was ended. Marches were then made for running, wrestling,

leaping, pitching the bar, and other sports, in which this feudal militia displayed incredible swiftness,

strength, and agility; and accomplished the purpose which their Chieftain had at heart, by impressing on

Waverley no light sense of their merit as soldiers, and of the power of him who commanded them by his nod.

'And what number of such gallant fellows have the happiness to call you leader?' asked Waverley.

'In a good cause, and under a chieftain whom they loved, the race of Ivor have seldom taken the field under

five hundred claymores. But you are aware, Captain Waverley, that the Disarming Act, passed about twenty

years ago, prevents their being in the complete state of preparation as in former times; and I keep no more of

my clan under arms than may defend my own or my friends' property, when the country is troubled with such

men as your last night's landlord; and Government, which has removed other means of defence, must connive

'But, with your force, you might soon destroy, or put down, such gangs as that of Donald Bean Lean.'

'Yes, doubtless; and my reward would be a summons to deliver up to General Blakeney, at Stirling, the few

broadswords they have left us: there were little policy in that, methinks.But come, Captain, the sound of

the pipes informs me that dinner is prepared. Let me have the honour to show you into my rude mansion.'

Ere Waverley entered the banqueting hall, he was offered the patriarchal refreshment of a bath for the feet,

which the sultry weather, and the morasses he had traversed, rendered highly acceptable. He was not, indeed,

so luxuriously attended upon this occasion as the heroic travellers in the Odyssey; the task of ablution and

but by a smokedried skinny old Highland woman, who did not seem to think herself much honoured by the

duty imposed upon her, but muttered between her teeth, 'Our father's herds did not feed so near together, that

I should do you this service.' A small donation, however, amply reconciled this ancient handmaiden to the

supposed degradation; and, as Edward proceeded to the hall, she gave him her blessing, in the Gaelic proverb,

The hall, in which the feast was prepared, occupied all the first storey of Ian nan Chaistel's original erection,

and a huge oaken table extended through its whole length. The apparatus for dinner was simple, even to

rudeness, and the company numerous, even to crowding. At the head of the table was the Chief himself, with

Edward, and two or three Highland visitors of neighbouring clans; the elders of his own tribe, wadsetters, and

tacksmen, as they were called, who occupied portions of his estate as mortgagers or lessees, sat next in rank

beneath them, their sons, and nephews, and fosterbrethren; then the officers of the Chief's household,

according to their order; and, lowest of all, the tenants who actually cultivated the ground. Even beyond this

long perspective, Edward might see upon the green, to which a huge pair of folding doors opened, a multitude

of Highlanders of a yet inferior description, who, nevertheless, were considered as guests, and had their share

both of the countenance of the entertainer, and of the cheer of the day. In the distance, and fluctuating round

this extreme verge of the banquet, was a changeful group of women, ragged boys and girls, beggars, young

and old, large greyhounds, and terriers, and pointers, and curs of low degree; all of whom took some interest,

This hospitality, apparently unbounded, had yet its line of economy. Some pains had been bestowed in

dressing the dishes of fish, game, which were at the upper end of the table, and immediately under the eye of

the English stranger. Lower down stood immense clumsy joints of mutton and beef, which, but for the

absence of pork, [See Note 17.] abhorred in the Highlands, resembled the rude festivity of the banquet of

Penelope's suitors. But the central dish was a yearling lamb, called 'a hog in har'st,' roasted whole. It was set

upon its legs, with a bunch of parsley in its mouth, and was probably exhibited in that form to gratify the

pride of the cook, who piqued himself more on the plenty than the elegance of his master's table. The sides of

this poor animal were fiercely attacked by the clansmen, some with dirks, others with the knives which were

usually in the same sheath with the dagger, so that it was soon rendered a mangled and rueful spectacle.

Lower down still, the victuals seemed of yet coarser quality, though sufficiently abundant. Broth, onions,

cheese, and the fragments of the feast, regaled the sons of Ivor who feasted in the open air.

The liquor was supplied in the same proportion, and under similar regulations. Excellent claret and

champagne were liberally distributed among the Chief's immediate neighbours; whisky, plain or diluted, and

strong beer, refreshed those who sat near the lower end. Nor did this inequality of distribution appear to give

the least offence. Every one present understood that his taste was to be formed according to the rank which he

held at table; and, consequently, the tacksmen and their dependants always professed the wine was too cold

for their stomachs, and called, apparently out of choice, for the liquor which was assigned to them from

economy. [See Note 18.] The bagpipers, three in number, screamed, during the whole time of dinner, a

tremendous wartune; and the echoing of the vaulted roof, and clang of the Celtic tongue, produced such a

Babel of noises, that Waverley dreaded his ears would never recover it. MacIvor, indeed, apologized for the

confusion occasioned by so large a party, and pleaded the necessity of his situation, on which unlimited

hospitality was imposed as a paramount duty. 'These stout idle kinsmen of mine,' he said, 'account my estate

as held in trust for their support; and I must find them beef and ale, while the rogues will do nothing for

themselves but practise the broadsword, or wander about the hills, shooting, fishing, hunting, drinking, and

making love to the lasses of the strath. But what can I do, Captain Waverley? everything will keep after its

kind, whether it be a hawk or a Highlander.' Edward made the expected answer, in a compliment upon his

'Why, yes,' replied the Chief,' were I disposed, like my father, to put myself in the way of getting one blow on

the head, or two on the neck, I believe the loons would stand by me. But who thinks of that in the present

day, when the maxim is,"Better an old woman with a purse in her hand, than three men with belted

brands?"' Then, turning to the company, he proposed the 'Health of Captain Waverley, a worthy friend of his

'He is welcome hither,' said one of the elders, 'if he come from Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine.'

'I say nay to that,' said an old man, who apparently did not mean to pledge the toast: 'I say nay to that;while

'There is nothing but honour in the Baron of Bradwardine,' answered another ancient; 'and the guest that

comes hither from him should be welcome, though he came with blood on his hand, unless it were blood of

The old man, whose cup remained full, replied, 'There has been blood enough of the race of Ivor on the hand

'Ah! Ballenkeiroch,' replied the first, 'you think rather of the flash of the carbine at the Mains of

TullyVeolan, than the glance of the sword that fought for the cause at Preston.'

'And well I may,' answered Ballenkeiroch; 'the flash of the gun cost me a fairhaired son, and the glance of

The Chieftain, in two words of French, explained to Waverley, that the Baron had shot this old man's son in a

fray near Tully Veolan about seven years before; and then hastened to remove Ballenkeiroch's prejudice, by

informing him that Waverley was an Englishman, unconnected by birth or alliance with the family of

Bradwardine; upon which the old gentleman raised the hitherto untasted cup, and courteously drank to his

health. This ceremony being requited in kind, the Chieftain made a signal for the pipes to cease, and said

MacMurrough, the family BHAIRDH, an aged man, immediately took the hint, and began to chant, with

low and rapid utterance, a profusion of Celtic verses, which were received by the audience with all the

applause of enthusiasm. As he advanced in his declamation, his ardour seemed to increase. He had at first

spoken with his eyes fixed on the ground; he now cast them around as if beseeching, and anon as if

commanding, attention, and his tones rose into wild and impassioned notes, accompanied with appropriate

gestures. He seemed to Edward, who attended to him with much interest, to recite many proper names, to

lament the dead, to apostrophize the absent, to exhort, and entreat, and animate those who were present.

Waverley thought he even discerned his own name, and was convinced his conjecture was right, from the

eyes of the company being at that moment turned towards him simultaneously. The ardour of the poet

appeared to communicate itself to the audience. Their wild and sunburnt countenances assumed a fiercer and

more animated expression; all bent forward towards the reciter, many sprang up and waved their arms in

ecstasy, and some laid their hands on their swords. When the song ceased, there was a deep pause, while the

aroused feelings of the poet and of the hearers gradually subsided into their usual channel.

The Chieftain, who during this scene had appeared rather to watch the emotions which were excited, than to

partake their high tone of enthusiasm, filled with claret a small silver cup which stood by him. 'Give this,' he

said to an attendant, 'to MacMurrough nan Fonn (i.e. of the songs), and when he has drunk the juice, bid

him keep, for the sake of Vich Ian Vohr, the shell of the gourd which contained it.' The gift was received by

MacMurrough with profound gratitude; he drank the wine, and, kissing the cup, shrouded it with reverence

in the plaid which was folded on his bosom. He then burst forth into what Edward justly supposed to be an

extemporaneous effusion of thanks, and praises of his Chief. It was received with applause, but did not

produce the effect of his first poem. It was obvious, however, that the clan regarded the generosity of their

Chieftain with high approbation. Many approved Gaelic toasts were then proposed, of some of which the

Chieftain gave his guest the following versions:'To him that will not turn his back on friend or foe.' 'To

him that never forsook a comrade.' 'To him that never bought or sold justice.' 'Hospitality to the exile, and

broken bones to the tyrant.' 'The lads with the kilts.' 'Highlanders, shoulder to shoulder,'with many other

Edward was particularly solicitous to know the meaning of that song which appeared to produce such effect

upon the passions of the company, and hinted his curiosity to his host. 'As I observe,' said the Chieftain, 'that

you have passed the bottle during the last three rounds, I was about to propose to you to retire to my sister's

teatable, who can explain these things to you better than I can. Although I cannot stint my clan in the usual

current of their festivity, yet I neither am addicted myself to exceed in its amount, nor do I,' added he,

smiling, 'keep a Bear to devour the intellects of such as can make good use of them.'

Edward readily assented to this proposal, and the Chieftain, saying a few words to those around him, left the

table, followed by Waverley. As the door closed behind them, Edward heard Vich Ian Vohr's health invoked

with a wild and animated cheer, that expressed the satisfaction of the guests, and the depth of their devotion

The drawingroom of Flora MacIvor was furnished in the plainest and most simple manner; for at

Glennaquoich every other sort of expenditure was retrenched as much as possible, for the purpose of

maintaining, in its full dignity, the hospitality of the Chieftain, and retaining and multiplying the number of

his dependants and adherents. But there was no appearance of this parsimony in the dress of the lady herself,

which was in texture elegant, and even rich, and arranged in a manner which partook partly of the Parisian

fashion, and partly of the more simple dress of the Highlands, blended together with great taste. Her hair was

not disfigured by the art of the friseur, but fell in jetty ringlets on her neck, confined only by a circlet, richly

set with diamonds. This peculiarity she adopted in compliance with the Highland prejudices, which could not

Flora MacIvor bore a most striking resemblance to her brother Fergus; so much so, that they might have

played Viola and Sebastian with the same exquisite effect produced by the appearance of Mrs. Henry Siddons

and her brother, Mr. William Murray, in these characters. They had, the same antique and regular correctness

of profile; the same dark eyes, eyelashes, and eyebrows; the same clearness of complexion, excepting that

Fergus's was embrowned by exercise, and Flora's possessed the utmost feminine delicacy. But the haughty,

and somewhat stern regularity of Fergus's features was beautifully softened in those of Flora. Their voices

were also similar in tone, though differing in the key. That of Fergus, especially while issuing orders to his

followers during their military exercise, reminded Edward of a favourite passage in the description of

That of Flora, on the contrary, was soft and sweet,'an excellent thing in woman;' yet, in urging any

favourite topic, which she often pursued with natural eloquence, it possessed as well the tones which impress

awe and conviction, as those of persuasive insinuation. The eager glance of the keen black eye, which in the

Chieftain seemed impatient even of the material obstacles it encountered, had, in his sister, acquired a gentle

pensiveness. His looks seemed to seek glory, power, all that could exalt him above others in the race of

humanity; while those of his sister, as if she were already conscious of mental superiority, seemed to pity,

rather than envy, those who were struggling for any further distinction. Her sentiments corresponded with the

expression of her countenance. Early education had impressed upon her mind, as well as on that of the

Chieftain, the most devoted attachment to the exiled family of Stuart. She believed if the duty of her brother,

of his clan, of every man in Britain, at whatever personal hazard, to contribute to that restoration which the

partisans of the Chevalier de St. George had not ceased to hope for. For this she was prepared to do all, to

suffer all, to sacrifice all. But her loyalty, as it exceeded her brother's in fanaticism, excelled it also in purity.

Accustomed to petty intrigue, and necessarily involved in a thousand paltry and selfish discussions, ambitious

also by nature, his political faith was tinctured, at least, if not tainted, by the views of interest and

advancement so easily combined with it; and at the moment he should unsheathe his claymore, it might be

difficult to say whether it would be most with the view of making James Stuart a king, or Fergus MacIvor

an earl. This, indeed, was a mixture of feeling which he did not avow even to himself, but it existed,

In Flora's bosom, on the contrary, the zeal of loyalty burnt pure and unmixed with any selfish feeling; she

would have as soon made religion the mask of ambitious and interested views, as have shrouded them under

the opinions which she had been taught to think patriotism. Such instances of devotion were not uncommon

among the followers of the unhappy race of Stuart, of which many memorable proofs will recur to the mind

of most of my readers. But peculiar attention on the part of the Chevalier de St. George and his princess to the

parents of Fergus and his sister, and to themselves when orphans, had riveted their faith. Fergus, upon the

death of his parents, had been for some time a page of honour in the train of the Chevalier's lady, and, from

his beauty and sprightly temper, was uniformly treated by her with the utmost distinction. This was also

extended to Flora, who was maintained for some time at a convent of the first order, at the princess's expense,

and removed from thence into her own family, where she spent nearly two years. Both brother and sister

Having thus touched upon the leading principle of Flora's character, I may dismiss the rest more slightly. She

was highly accomplished, and had acquired those elegant manners to be expected from one who, in early

youth, had been the companion of a princess; yet she had not learned to substitute the gloss of politeness for

the reality of feeling. When settled in the lonely regions of Glennaquoich, she found that her resources in

French, English, and Italian literature, were likely to be few and interrupted; and, in order to fill up the vacant

time, she bestowed a part of it upon the music and poetical traditions of the Highlanders, and began really to

feel the pleasure in the pursuit, which her brother, whose perceptions of literary merit were more blunt, rather

affected for the sake of popularity than actually experienced. Her resolution was strengthened in these

researches by the extreme delight which her inquiries seemed to afford those to whom she resorted for

Her love of her clan, an attachment which was almost hereditary in her bosom, was, like her loyalty, a more

pure passion than that of her brother. He was too thorough a politician,regarded his patriarchal influence too

much as the means of accomplishing his own aggrandizement, that we should term him the model of a

Highland Chieftain. Flora felt the same anxiety for cherishing and extending their patriarchal sway, but it was

with the generous desire of vindicating from poverty, or at least from want and foreign oppression, those

whom her brother was by birth, according to the notions of the time and country, entitled to govern. The

savings of her income, for she had a small pension from the Princess Sobieski, were dedicated, not to add to

the comforts of the peasantry, for that was a word which they neither knew nor apparently wished to know,

but to relieve their absolute necessities, when in sickness or extreme old age. At every other period, they

rather toiled to procure something which they might share with the Chief as a proof of their attachment, than

expected other assistance from him save what was afforded by the rude hospitality of his castle, and the

general division and subdivision of his estate among them. Flora was so much beloved by them, that when

MacMurrough composed a song in which he enumerated all the principal beauties of the district, and

intimated her superiority by concluding; that 'the fairest apple hung on the highest bough,' he received, in

donatives from the individuals of the clan, more seedbarley than would have sowed his Highland Parnassus,

From situation, as well as choice, Miss MacIvor's society was extremely limited. Her most intimate friend

had been Rose Bradwardine, to whom she was much attached; and when seen together, they would have

afforded an artist two admirable subjects for the gay and the melancholy muse. Indeed Rose was so tenderly

watched by her father, and her circle of wishes was so limited, that none arose but what he was willing to

gratify, and scarce any which did not come within the compass of his power. With Flora it was otherwise.

While almost a girl, she had undergone the most complete change of scene, from gaiety and splendour to

absolute solitude and comparative poverty; and the ideas and wishes which she chiefly fostered, respected

great national events, and changes not to be brought round without both hazard and bloodshed, and therefore

not to be thought of with levity. Her manner, consequently, was grave, though she readily contributed her

talents to the amusement of society, and stood very high in the opinion of the old Baron, who used to sing

along with her such French duets of Lindor and Cloris, as were in fashion about the end of the reign of old

It was generally believed, though no one durst have hinted it to the Baron of Bradwardine, that Flora's

entreaties had no small share in allaying the wrath of Fergus upon occasion of their quarrel. She took her

brother on the assailable side, by dwelling first upon the Baron's age, and then representing the injury which

the cause might sustain, and the damage which must arise to his own character in point of prudence, so

necessary to a political agent, if he persisted in carrying it to extremity. Otherwise it is probable it would have

terminated in a duel, both because the Baron had, on a former occasion, shed blood of the clan, though the

matter had been timely accommodated, and on account of his high reputation for address at his weapon,

which Fergus almost condescended to envy. For the same reason she had urged their reconciliation, which the

Chieftain the more readily agreed to, as it favoured some ulterior projects of his own.

To this young lady, now presiding at the female empire of the teatable, Fergus introduced Captain

When the first salutations had passed, Fergus said to his sister, 'My dear Flora, before I return to the

barbarous ritual of our forefathers, I must tell you that Captain Waverley is a worshipper of the Celtic muse,

not the less so perhaps that he does not understand a word of her language. I have told him you are eminent as

a translator of Highland poetry, and that Mac Murrough admires your version of his songs upon the same

principle that Captain Waverley admires the original,because he does not comprehend them. Will you have

the goodness to read or recite to our guest in English, the extraordinary string of names which

MacMurrough has tacked together in Gaelic?My life to a moorfowl's feather, you are provided with a

version; for I know you are in all the bard's councils, and acquainted with his songs long before he rehearses

'How can you say so, Fergus? You know how little these verses can possibly interest an English stranger,

'Not less than they interest me, lady fair. Today your joint composition, for I insist you had a share in it, has

cost me the last silver cup in the castle, and I suppose will cost me something else next time I hold COUR

PLENIERE, if the muse descends on MacMurrough; for you know our proverb,When the hand of the

chief ceases to bestow, the breath of the bard is frozen in the utterance.Well, I would it were even so: there

are three things that are useless to a modern Highlander, a sword which he must not draw,a bard to sing of

deeds which he dare not imitate,and a large goatskin purse without a louis d'or to put into it.'

'Well, brother, since you betray my secrets, you cannot expect me to keep yours.I assure you, Captain

Waverley, that Fergus is too proud to exchange his broadsword for a marechal's baton; that he esteems

MacMurrough a far greater poet than Homer, and would not give up his goat skin purse for all the louis d'or

'Well pronounced, Flora; blow for blow, as Conan [See Note 19.] said to the devil. Now do you two talk of

bards and poetry, if not of purses and claymores, while I return to do the final honours to the senators of the

The conversation continued between Flora, and Waverley; for two welldressed young women, whose

character seemed to hover between that of companions and dependants, took no share in it. They were both

pretty girls, but served only as foils to the grace and beauty of their patroness. The discourse followed the

turn which the Chieftain had given it, and Waverley was equally amused and surprised with the account

'The recitation,' she said, 'of poems, recording the feats of heroes, the complaints of lovers, and the wars of

contending tribes, forms the chief amusement of a winter fireside in the Highlands. Some of these are said to

be very ancient, and if they are ever translated into any of the languages of civilized Europe, cannot fail to

produce a deep and general sensation. Others are more modern, the composition of those family bards whom

the chieftains of more distinguished name and power retain as the poets and historians of their tribes. These,

of course, possess various degrees of merit; but much of it must evaporate in translation, or be lost on those

'And your bard, whose effusions seemed to produce such effect upon the company today,is he reckoned

'That is a trying question. His reputation is high among his countrymen, and you must not expect me to

depreciate it.' [The Highland poet almost always was an improvisatore. Captain Burt met one of them at

'But the song, Miss MacIvor, seemed to awaken all those warriors, both young and old.'

'The song is little more than a catalogue of names of the 'Highland clans under their distinctive peculiarities,

and an exhortation to them to remember and to emulate the actions of their forefathers.'

'And am I wrong in conjecturing, however extraordinary the guess appears, that there was some allusion to

'You have a quick observation, Captain Waverley, which in this instance has not deceived you. The Gaelic

language, being uncommonly vocalic, is well adapted for sudden and extemporaneous poetry; and a bard

seldom fails to augment the effects of a premeditated song, by throwing in any stanzas which may be

'I would give my best horse to know what the Highland bard could find to say of such an unworthy Southron

'It shall not even cost you a lock of his mane.Una, MAVOURNEEN! (She spoke a few words to one of the

young girls in attendance, who instantly curtsied, and tripped out of the room.)I have sent Una to learn

from the bard the expressions he used, and you shall command my skill as dragoman.'

Una returned in a few minutes, and repeated to her mistress a few lines in Gaelic. Flora seemed to think for a

moment, and then, slightly colouring, she turned to Waverley'It is impossible to gratify your curiosity,

Captain Waverley, without exposing my own presumption. If you will give me a few moments for

consideration, I will endeavour to engraft the meaning of these lines upon a rude English translation, which I

have attempted, of a part of the original. The duties of the teatable seem to be concluded, and, as the

evening is delightful, Una will show you the way to one of my favourite haunts, and Cathleen and I will join

Una, having received instructions in her native language, conducted Waverley out by a passage different from

that through which he had entered the apartment. At a distance he heard the hall of the chief still resounding

with the clang of bagpipes and the high applause of his guests. Having gained the open air by a postern door,

they walked a little way up the wild, bleak, and narrow valley in which the house was situated, following the

course of the stream that winded through it. In a spot, about a quarter of a mile from the castle, two brooks,

which formed the little river, had their junction. The larger of the two came down the long bare valley, which

extended, apparently without any change or elevation of character, as far as the hills which formed its

boundary permitted the eye to reach. But the other stream, which had its source among the mountains on the

left hand of the strath, seemed to issue from a very narrow and dark opening betwixt two large rocks. These

streams were different also in character. The larger was placid, and even sullen in its course, wheeling in deep

eddies, or sleeping in dark blue pools; but the motions of the lesser brook were rapid and furious, issuing

from between precipices, like a maniac from his confinement, all foam and uproar.

It was up the course of this last stream that Waverley, like a knight of romance, was conducted by the fair

Highland damsel, his silent guide. A small path, which had been rendered easy in many places for Flora's

accommodation, led him through scenery of a very different description from that which he had just quitted.

Around the castle, all was cold, bare, and desolate, yet tame even in desolation; but this narrow glen, at so

short a distance, seemed to open into the land of romance. The rocks assumed a thousand peculiar and varied

forms. In one place, a crag of huge size presented its gigantic bulk, as if to forbid the passenger's farther

progress; and it was not until he approached its very base, that Waverley discerned the sudden and acute turn

by which the pathway wheeled its course around this formidable obstacle. In another spot, the projecting

rocks from the opposite sides of the chasm had approached so near to each other, that two pine trees laid

across, and covered with turf, formed a rustic bridge at the height of at least one hundred and fifty feet. It had

While gazing at this pass of peril, which crossed, like a single black line, the small portion of blue sky not

intercepted by the projecting rocks on either side, it was with a sensation of horror that Waverley beheld

Flora and her attendant appear, like inhabitants of another region, propped, as it were, in mid air, upon this

trembling structure. She stopped upon observing him below, and, with an air of graceful ease, which made

him shudder, waved her handkerchief to him by way of signal. He was unable, from the sense of dizziness

which her situation conveyed, to return the salute; and was never more relieved than when the fair apparition

passed on from the precarious eminence which she seemed to occupy with so much indifference, and

Advancing a few yards, and passing under the bridge which he had viewed with so much terror, the path

ascended rapidly from the edge of the brook, and the glen widened into a sylvan amphitheatre, waving with

birch, young oaks, and hazels, with here and there a scattered yewtree. The rocks now receded, but still

showed their grey and shaggy crests rising among the copse wood. Still higher, rose eminences and peaks,

some bare, some clothed with wood, some round and purple with heath, and others splintered into rocks and

crags. At a short turning, the path, which had for some furlongs lost sight of the brook, suddenly placed

Waverley in front of a romantic waterfall. It was not so remarkable either for great height or quantity of

water, as for the beautiful accompaniments which made the spot interesting. After a broken cataract of about

twenty feet, the stream was received in a large natural basin filled to the brim with water, which, where the

bubbles of the fall subsided, was so exquisitely clear, that, although it was of great depth, the eye could

discern each pebble at the bottom. Eddying round this reservoir, the brook found its way over a broken part of

the ledge, and formed a second fall, which seemed to seek the very abyss; then, wheeling out beneath from

among the smooth dark rocks, which it had polished for ages, it wandered murmuring down the glen, forming

the stream up which Waverley had just ascended. [See Note 20.] The borders of this romantic reservoir

corresponded in beauty; but it was beauty of a stern and commanding cast, as if in the act of expanding into

grandeur. Mossy banks of turf were broken and interrupted by huge fragments of rock, and decorated with

trees and shrubs, some of which had been planted under the direction of Flora, but so cautiously, that they

Here, like one of those lovely forms which decorate the landscapes of Poussin, Waverley found Flora, gazing

on the waterfall. Two paces further back stood Cathleen, holding a small Scottish harp, the use of which had

been taught to Flora by Rory Dall, one of the last harpers of the Western Highlands. The sun, now stooping in

the west, gave a rich and varied tinge to all the objects which surrounded Waverley, and seemed to add more

than human brilliancy to the full expressive darkness of Flora's eye, exalted the richness and purity of her

complexion, and enhanced the dignity and grace of her beautiful form. Edward thought he had never, even in

his wildest dreams, imagined a figure of such exquisite and interesting loveliness. The wild beauty of the

retreat, bursting upon him as if by magic, augmented the mingled feeling of delight and awe with which he

approached her, like a fair enchantress of Boiardo or Ariosto, by whose nod the scenery around seemed to

Flora, like every beautiful woman, was conscious of her own power, and pleased with its effects, which she

could easily discern from the respectful, yet confused address of the young soldier. But, as she possessed

excellent sense, she gave the romance of the scene, and other accidental circumstances, full weight in

appreciating the feelings with which Waverley seemed obviously to be impressed; and, unacquainted with the

fanciful and susceptible peculiarities of his character, considered his homage as the passing tribute which a

woman of even inferior charms might have expected in such a situation. She therefore quietly led the way to

a spot at such a distance from the cascade, that its sound should rather accompany than interrupt that of her

voice and instrument, and, sitting down upon a mossy fragment of rock, she took the harp from Cathleen.

'I have given you the trouble of walking to this spot, Captain Waverley, both because I thought the scenery

would interest you, and because a Highland song would suffer still more from my imperfect translation, were

I to introduce it without its own wild and appropriate accompaniments. To speak in the poetical language of

my country, the seat of the Celtic muse is in the mist of the secret and solitary hill, and her voice in the

murmur of the mountain stream. He who wooes her must love the barren rock more than the fertile valley,

Few could have heard this lovely woman make this declaration, with a voice where harmony was exalted by

pathos, without exclaiming that the muse whom she invoked could never find a more appropriate

representative. But Waverley, though the thought rushed on his mind, found no courage to utter it. Indeed, the

wild feeling of romantic delight with which he heard the first few notes she drew from her instrument,

amounted almost to a sense of pain. He would not for worlds have quitted his place by her side; yet he almost

longed for solitude, that he might decipher and examine at leisure the complication of emotions which now

Flora had exchanged the measured and monotonous recitative of the bard for a lofty and uncommon Highland

air, which had been a battlesong in former ages. A few irregular strains introduced a prelude of a wild and

peculiar tone, which harmonized well with the distant waterfall, and the soft sigh of the evening breeze in the

rustling leaves of an aspen which overhung the seat of the fair harpress. The following verses convey but

little idea of the feelings with which, so sung and accompanied, they were heard by Waverley:

Here a large greyhound, bounding up the glen, jumped upon Flora, and interrupted her music by his

importunate caresses. At a distant whistle, he turned, and shot down the path again with the rapidity of an

arrow. 'That is Fergus's faithful attendant, Captain Waverley, and that was his signal. He likes no poetry but

what is humorous, and comes in good time to interrupt my long catalogue of the tribes, whom one of your

'Oh, you cannot guess how much you have lost! The bard, as in duty bound, has addressed three long stanzas

to Vich Ian Vohr of the Banners, enumerating all his great properties, and not forgetting his being a cheerer

of the harper and bard,"a giver of bounteous gifts." Besides, you should have heard a practical admonition

to the fairhaired son of the stranger, who lives in the land where the grass is always greenthe rider on the

shining pampered steed, whose hue is like the raven, and whose neigh is like the scream of the eagle for

battle. This valiant horseman is affectionately conjured to remember that his ancestors were distinguished by

their loyalty, as well as by their courage.All this you have lost; but, since your curiosity is not satisfied, I

judge, from the distant sound of my brother's whistle, I may have time to sing the concluding stanzas before

As Flora concluded her song, Fergus stood before them. 'I knew I should find you here, even without the

assistance of my friend Bran. A simple and unsublimed taste now, like my own, would prefer a jet d'eau at

Versailles to this cascade with all its accompaniments of rock and roar; but this is Flora's Parnassus, Captain

Waverley, and that fountain her Helicon. It would be greatly for the benefit of my cellar if she could teach her

coadjutor, MacMurrough, the value of its influence: he has just drunk a pint of usquebaugh to correct, he

said, the coldness of the claret.Let me try its virtues.' He sipped a little water in the hollow of his hand, and

But English poetry will never succeed under the influence of a Highland Helicon.ALLONS,

'A truce, dear Fergus! spare us those most tedious and insipid persons of all Arcadia. Do not, for Heaven's

'Nay, if you cannot relish LA HOULETTE ET LE CHALUMEAU, have with you in heroic strains.'

'Dear Fergus, you have certainly partaken of the inspiration of MacMurrough's cup, rather than of mine.'

'I disclaim it, MA BELLE DEMOISELLE, although I protest it would be the more congenial of the two.

But if you prefer the Gaelic, Captain Waverley, here is little Cathleen shall sing you Drimmindhu.Come,

Cathleen sang with much liveliness a little Gaelic song, the burlesque elegy of a countryman on the loss of

his cow, the comic tones of which, though he did not understand the language, made Waverley laugh more

than once. [This ancient Gaelic ditty is still well known, both in the Highlands and in Ireland. It was

translated into English, and published, if I mistake not, under the auspices of the facetious Tom D'Urfey, by

'Admirable, Cathleen!' cried the Chieftain; 'I must find you a handsome husband among the clansmen one of

In the progress of their return to the castle, the Chieftain warmly pressed Waverley to remain for a week or

two, in order to see a grand hunting party, in which he and some other Highland gentlemen proposed to join.

The charms of melody and beauty were too strongly impressed in Edward's breast to permit his declining an

invitation so pleasing. It was agreed, therefore, that he should write a note to the Baron of Bradwardine,

expressing his intention to stay a fortnight at Glennaquoich, and requesting him to forward by the bearer (a

This turned the discourse upon the Baron, whom Fergus highly extolled as a gentleman and soldier. His

character was touched with yet more discrimination by Flora, who observed that he was the very model of the

old Scottish cavalier, with all his excellences and peculiarities. 'It is a character, Captain Waverley, which is

fast disappearing; for its best point was a selfrespect, which was never lost sight of till now. But, in the

present time, the gentlemen whose principles do not permit them to pay court to the existing government are

neglected and degraded, and many conduct themselves accordingly; and, like some of the persons you have

seen at TullyVeolan, adopt habits and companions inconsistent with their birth and breeding. The ruthless

proscription of party seems to degrade the victims whom it brands, however unjustly. But let us hope that a

brighter day is approaching, when a Scottish countrygentleman may be a scholar without the pedantry of

our friend the Baron; a sportsman, without the low habits of Mr. Falconer; and a judicious improver of his

Thus did Flora prophesy a revolution, which time indeed has produced, but in a manner very different from

The amiable Rose was next mentioned, with the warmest encomium on her person, manners, and mind, 'That

man,' said Flora, 'will find an inestimable treasure in the affections of Rose Bradwardine, who shall be so

fortunate as to become their object. Her very soul is in home, and in the discharge of all those quiet virtues of

which home is the centre. Her husband will be to her what her father now isthe object of all her care,

solicitude, and affection. She will see nothing, and connect herself with nothing, but by him and through him.

If he is a man of sense and virtue, she will sympathize in his sorrows, divert his fatigue, and share his

pleasures. If she becomes the property of a churlish or negligent husband, she will suit his taste also, for she

will not long survive his unkindness. And, alas, how great is the chance that some such unworthy lot may be

that of my poor friend!Oh, that I were a, queen this moment, and could command the most amiable and

worthy youth of my kingdom to accept happiness with the hand of Rose Bradwardine!'

'I wish you would command her to accept mine EN ATTENDANT,' said Fergus, laughing.

I don't know by what caprice it was that this wish, however jocularly expressed, rather jarred on Edward's

feelings, notwithstanding his growing inclination to Flora, and his indifference to Miss Bradwardine. This is

'Yours, brother?' answered Flora, regarding him steadily. 'No; you have another brideHonour; and the

With this discourse they reached the castle, and Waverley soon prepared his dispatches for TullyVeolan. As

he knew the Baron was punctilious in such matters, he was about to impress his billet with a seal on which

his armorial bearings were engraved, but he did not find it at his watch, and thought he must have left it at

TullyVeolan. He mentioned his loss, borrowing at the same time the family seal of the Chieftain.

'My life for him, in such circumstances,' answered her brother; 'besides, he would never have left the

'After all, Fergus,' said Flora,' and with every allowance, I am surprised you can countenance that man.'

'I countenance him!This kind sister of mine would persuade you, Captain Waverley, that I take what the

people of old used to call "a steakraid," that is, a "collop of the foray," or, in plainer words, a portion of the

robber's booty, paid by him to the Laird, or Chief, through whose grounds he drove his prey. Oh, it is certain,

that unless I can find some way to charm Flora's tongue, General Blakeney will send a sergeant's party from

Stirling (this he said with haughty and emphatic irony) to seize Vich Ian Vohr, as they nickname me, in his

'Now, Fergus, must not our guest be sensible that all this is folly and affectation? You have men enough to

serve you without enlisting a banditti, and your own honour is above taint.Why don't you send this Donald

Bean Lean, whom I hate for his smoothness and duplicity, even more than for his rapine, out of your country

'No cause, Fergus! not even that which is nearest to my heart. Spare it the omen of such evil supporters!'

'Oh, but, sister,' rejoined the Chief, gaily, 'you don't consider my respect for LA BELLE PASSION. Evan

Dhu Maccombich is in love with Donald's daughter, Alice, and you cannot expect me to disturb him in his

amours. Why, the whole clan would cry shame on me. You know it is one of their wise sayings, that a

'Well, Fergus, there is no disputing with you; but I would all this may end well.'

'Devoutly prayed, my dear and prophetic sister, and the best way in the world to close a dubious

argument.But hear ye not the pipes, Captain Waverley? Perhaps you will like better to dance to them in the

hall, than to be deafened with their harmony without taking part in the exercise they invite us to.'

Waverley took Flora's hand. The dance, song, and merrymaking proceeded, and closed the day's

entertainment at the castle of Vich Ian Vohr. Edward at length retired, his mind agitated by a variety of new

and conflicting feelings, which detained him from rest for some time, in that not unpleasing state of mind in

which fancy takes the helm, and the soul rather drifts passively along with the rapid and confused tide of

reflections, than exerts itself to encounter, systematize, or examine them. At a late hour he fell asleep, and

Shall this be a long or a short chapter?This is a question in which you, gentle reader, have no vote,

however much you may be interested in the consequences; just as you may (like myself) probably have

nothing to do with the imposing a new tax, excepting the trifling circumstance of being obliged to pay it.

More happy surely in the present case, since, though it lies within my arbitrary power to extend my materials

as I think proper, I cannot call you into Exchequer if you do not think proper to read my narrative. Let me

therefore consider. It is true, that the annals and documents in my hands say but little of this Highland chase;

but then I can find copious materials for description elsewhere. There is old Lindsay of Pitscottie ready at my

elbow, with his Athole hunting, and his 'lofted and joisted palace of green timber; with all kind of drink to be

had in burgh and land, as ale, beer, wine, muscadel, malvaise, hippocras, and aquavitae; with wheatbread,

mainbread, gingebread, beef, mutton, lamb, veal, venison, goose, grice, capon, coney, crane, swan,

partridge, plover, duck, drake, brisselcock, pawnies, blackcock, muirfowl, and capercailzies;' not

forgetting the 'costly bedding, vaiselle, and napry,' and least of all the 'excelling stewards, cunning barters,

excellent cooks, and pottingars, with confections and drugs for the desserts.' Besides the particulars which

may be thence gleaned for this Highland feast (the splendour of which induced the Pope's legate to dissent

from an opinion which he had hitherto held, that Scotland, namely, was thethethe latter end of the

world) besides these, might I not illuminate my pages with Taylor the Water Poet's hunting in the braes of

But without further tyranny over my readers, or display of the extent of my own reading, I shall content

myself with borrowing a single incident from the memorable hunting at Lude, commemorated in the

ingenious Mr. Gunn's Essay on the Caledonian Harp, and so proceed in my story with all the brevity that my

natural style of composition, partaking of what scholars call the periphrastic and ambagitory, and the vulgar

The solemn hunting was delayed, from various causes, for about three weeks. The interval was spent by

Waverley with great satisfaction at Glennaquoich; for the impression which Flora had made on his mind at

their first meeting grew daily stronger. She was precisely the character to fascinate a youth of romantic

imagination. Her manners, her language, her talents for poetry and music, gave additional and varied

influence to her eminent personal charms. Even in her hours of gaiety, she was in his fancy exalted above the

ordinary daughters of Eve, and seemed only to stoop for an instant to those topics of amusement and gallantry

which others appear to live for. In the neighbourhood of this enchantress, while sport consumed the morning,

and music and the dance led on the hours of evening, Waverley became daily more delighted with his

At length, the period fixed for the grand hunting arrived, and Waverley and the Chieftain departed for the

place of rendezvous, which was a day's journey to the northward of Glennaquoich. Fergus was attended on

this occasion by about three hundred of his clan, well armed, and accoutred in their best fashion. Waverley

complied so far with the custom of the country as to adopt the trews (he could not be reconciled to the kilt),

brogues, and bonnet, as the fittest dress for the exercise in which he was to be engaged, and which least

exposed him to be stared at as a stranger when they should reach the place of rendezvous. They found, on

the spot appointed, several powerful Chiefs, to all of whom Waverley was formally presented, and by all

cordially received. Their vassals and clansmen, a part of whose feudal duty it was to attend on these parties,

appeared in such numbers as amounted to a small army. These active assistants spread through the country

far and near, forming a circle, technically called the TINCHEL, which, gradually closing, drove the deer in

herds together towards the glen where the Chiefs and principal sportsmen lay in wait for them. In the

meanwhile, these distinguished personages bivouacked among the flowery heath, wrapped up in their plaids;

For many hours after sunrise, the mountain ridges and passes retained their ordinary appearance of silence

and solitude; and the Chiefs, with their followers, amused themselves with various pastimes, in which the

joys of the shell, as Ossian has it, were not forgotten. 'Others apart sat on a hill retired;' probably as deeply

engaged in the discussion of politics and news, as Milton's spirits in metaphysical disquisition. At length

signals of the approach of the game were descried and heard. Distant shouts resounded from valley to valley,

as the various parties of Highlanders, climbing rocks, struggling through copses, wading brooks, and

traversing thickets, approached more and more near to each other, and compelled the astonished deer, with

the other wild animals that fled before them, into a narrower circuit. Every now and then the report of

muskets was heard, repeated by a thousand echoes. The baying of the dogs was soon added to the chorus,

which grew ever louder and more loud. At length the advanced parties of the deer began to show themselves;

and as the stragglers came bounding down the pass by two or three at a time, the Chiefs showed their skill by

distinguishing the fattest deer, and their dexterity in bringing them down with their guns. Fergus exhibited

remarkable address, and Edward was also so fortunate as to attract the notice and applause of the sportsmen.

But now the main body of the deer appeared at the head of the glen, compelled into a very narrow compass,

and presenting such a formidable phalanx, that their antlers appeared at a distance, over the ridge of the steep

pass, like a leafless grove. Their number was very great, and from a desperate stand which they made, with

the tallest of the reddeer stags arranged in front, in a sort of battle array, gazing on the group which barred

their passage down the glen, the more experienced sportsmen began to augur danger. The work of

destruction, however, now commenced on all sides. Dogs and hunters were at work, and muskets and fusees

resounded from every quarter. The deer, driven to desperation, made at length a fearful charge right upon the

spot where the more distinguished sportsmen had taken their stand. The word was given in Gaelic to fling

themselves upon their faces; but Waverley, on whose English ears the signal was lost, had almost fallen a

sacrifice to his ignorance of the ancient language in which it was communicated. Fergus, observing his

danger, sprang up and pulled him with violence to the ground, just as the whole herd broke down upon them.

The tide being absolutely irresistible, and wounds from a stag's horn highly dangerous, the activity of the

Chieftain may be considered, on this occasion, as having saved his guest's life. [The thrust from the tynes, or

branches, of the stag's horns, was accounted far more dangerous than those of the boar's tusk:

He detained him with a firm grasp until the whole herd of deer had fairly run over them. Waverley then

attempted to rise, but found that he had suffered several very severe contusions; and, upon a further

This checked the mirth of the meeting, although the Highlanders, accustomed to such incidents, and prepared

for them, had suffered no harm themselves. A wigwam was erected almost in an instant, where Edward was

deposited on a couch of heather. The surgeon, or he who assumed the office, appeared to unite the characters

of a leech and a conjurer. He was an old smokedried Highlander, wearing a venerable grey beard, and

having for his sole garment a tartan frock, the skirts of which descended to the knee; and, being undivided in

front, made the vestment serve at once for doublet and breeches. [This garb, which resembled the dress often

put on children in Scotland, called a polonie (i.e. polonaise), is a very ancient modification of the Highland

garb. It was, in fact, the hauberk or shirt of mail, only composed of cloth instead of rings of armour.] He

observed great ceremony in approaching Edward; and though our hero was writhing with pain, would not

proceed to any operation which might assuage it until he had perambulated his couch three times, moving

from east to west, according to the course of the sun. This, which was called making the DEASIL, [Old

Highlanders will still make the deasil around those whom they wish well to. To go round a person in the

opposite direction, or withershins (German WIDERSHINS), is unlucky, and a sort of incantation.] both the

leech and the assistants seemed to consider as a matter of the last importance to the accomplishment of a

cure; and Waverley, whom pain rendered incapable of expostulation, and who indeed saw no chance of its

After this ceremony was duly performed, the old Esculapius let his patient blood with a cuppingglass with

great dexterity, and proceeded, muttering all the while to himself in Gaelic, to boil on the fire certain herbs,

with which he compounded an embrocation. He then fomented the parts which had sustained injury, never

failing to murmur prayers or spells, which of the two Waverley could not distinguish, as his ear only caught

fomentation had a speedy effect in alleviating the pain and swelling, which our hero imputed to the virtue of

the herbs, or the effect of the chafing, but which was by the bystanders unanimously ascribed to the spells

with which the operation had been accompanied. Edward was given to understand, that not one of the

ingredients had been gathered except during the full moon, and that the herbalist had, while collecting them,

Edward observed, with some surprise, that even Fergus, notwithstanding his knowledge and education,

seemed to fall in with the superstitious ideas of his countrymen, either because he deemed it impolitic to

affect scepticism on a matter of general belief, or more probably because, like most men who do not think

deeply or accurately on such subjects, he had in his mind a reserve of superstition which balanced the

freedom of his expressions and practice upon other occasions. Waverley made no commentary, therefore, on

the manner of the treatment, but rewarded the professor of medicine with a liberality beyond the utmost

conception of his wildest hopes. He uttered, on the occasion, so many incoherent blessings in Gaelic and

English, that MacIvor, rather scandalized at the excess of his acknowledgements, cut them short, by

exclaiming, 'CEUD MILE MHALLOICH ART ORT!' i.e. 'A hundred thousand curses on you!' and so pushed

After Waverley was left alone, the exhaustion of pain and fatigue,for the whole day's exercise had been

severe,threw him into a profound, but yet a feverish sleep, which he chiefly owed to an opiate draught

administered by the old Highlander from some decoction of herbs in his pharmacopoeia.

Early the next morning, the purpose of their meeting being over, and their sports damped by the untoward

accident, in which Fergus and all his friends expressed the greatest sympathy, it became a question how to

dispose of the disabled sportsman. This was settled by MacIvor, who had a litter prepared, of 'birch and

which was borne by his people with such caution and dexterity as renders it not improbable that they may

have been the ancestors of some of those sturdy Gael, who have now the happiness to transport the belles of

Edinburgh, in their sedan chairs, to ten routs in one evening. When Edward was elevated upon their

shoulders, he could not help being gratified with the romantic effect produced by the breaking up of this

sylvan camp. [The author has been sometimes accused of confounding fiction with reality. He therefore

thinks it necessary to state, that the circumstance of the hunting described in the text as preparatory to the

insurrection of 1745, is, so far as he knows, entirely imaginary. But it is well known such a great hunting was

held in the Forest of Braemar, under the auspices of the Earl of Mar, as preparatory to the Rebellion of 1715;

and most of the Highland Chieftains who afterwards engaged in that civil commotion were present on this

The various tribes assembled, each at the pibroch of their native clan, and each headed by their patriarchal

ruler. Some, who had already begun to retire, were seen winding up the hills, or descending the passes which

led to the scene of action, the sound of their bagpipes dying upon the ear. Others made still a moving picture

upon the narrow plain, forming various changeful groups, their feathers and loose plaids waving in the

morning breeze, and their arms glittering in the rising sun. Most of the Chiefs came to take farewell of

Waverley, and to express their anxious hope they might again, and speedily, meet; but the care of Fergus

abridged the ceremony of taking leave. At length, his own men being completely assembled and mustered.

MacIvor commenced his march, but not towards the quarter from which they had come. He gave Edward to

understand, that the greater part of his followers, now on the field, were bound on a distant expedition, and

that when he had deposited him in the house of a gentleman, who he was sure would pay him every attention,

he himself should be under the necessity of accompanying them the greater part of the way, but would lose

Waverley was rather surprised that Fergus had not mentioned this ulterior destination when they set out upon

the huntingparty; but his situation did not admit of many interrogatories. The greater part of the clansmen

went forward under the guidance of old Ballenkeiroch and Evan Dhu Maccombich, apparently in high spirits.

A few remained for the purpose of escorting the Chieftain, who walked by the side of Edward's litter, and

attended him with the most affectionate assiduity. About noon, after a journey which the nature of the

conveyance, the pain of his bruises, and the roughness of the way, rendered inexpressibly painful, Waverley

was hospitably received into the house of a gentleman related to Fergus, who had prepared for him every

accommodation which the simple habits of living, then universal in the Highlands, put in his power. In this

person, an old man about seventy, Edward admired a relic of primitive simplicity. He wore no dress but what

his estate afforded. The cloth was the fleece of his own sheep, woven by his own servants, and stained into

tartan by the dyes produced from the herbs and lichens of the hills around him. His linen was spun by his

daughters and maidservants, from his own flax, nor did his table, though plentiful, and varied with game

Claiming himself no rights of clanship or vassalage, he was fortunate in the alliance and protection of Vich

Ian Vohr and other bold and enterprising Chieftains, who protected him in the quiet unambitious life he

loved. It is true, the youth born on his grounds were often enticed to leave him for the service of his more

active friends; but a few old servants and tenants used to shake their grey locks when they heard their master

censured for want of spirit, and observed, 'When the wind is still, the shower falls soft.' This good old man,

whose charity and hospitality were unbounded, would have received Waverley with kindness, had he been

the meanest Saxon peasant, since his situation required assistance. But his attention to a friend and guest of

Vich Ian Vohr was anxious and unremitted. Other embrocations were applied to the injured limb, and new

spells were put in practice. At length, after more solicitude than was perhaps for the advantage of his health,

Fergus took farewell of Edward for a few days, when, he said, he would return to Tomanrait, and hoped by

that time Waverley would be able to ride one of the Highland ponies of his landlord, and in that manner

The next day, when his good old host appeared, Edward learned that his friend had departed with the dawn,

leaving none of his followers except Callum Beg, the sort of footpage who used to attend his person, and

who had it now in charge to wait upon Waverley. On asking his host if he knew where the Chieftain was

gone, the old man looked fixedly at him, with something mysterious and sad in the smile which was his only

He was about to proceed, but Callum Beg said, rather pertly, as Edward thought, that 'Ta Tighearnach (i.e. the

Chief) did not like ta Sassenagh Duinhewassel to be pingled wi' mickle speaking, as she was na tat weel.'

From this Waverley concluded he should disoblige his friend by inquiring of a stranger the object of a

It is unnecessary to trace the progress of our hero's recovery. The sixth morning had arrived, and he was able

to walk about with a staff, when Fergus returned with about a score of his men. He seemed in the highest

spirits, congratulated Waverley on his progress towards recovery, and finding he was able to sit on horseback,

proposed their immediate return to Glennaquoich, Waverley joyfully acceded, for the form of his fair mistress

Fergus, all the while, with his myrmidons, striding stoutly by his side, or diverging to get a shot at a roe or a

heathcock. Waverley's bosom beat thick when they approached the old tower of Ian nan Chaistel, and could

Fergus began immediately, with his usual high spirits, to exclaim, 'Open your gates, incomparable princess,

to the wounded Moor Abindarez, whom Rodrigo de Narvez, constable of Antiquera, conveys to your castle;

or open them, if you like it better, to the renowned Marquis of Mantua, the sad attendant of his half slain

friend, Baldovinos of the Mountain.Ah, long rest to thy soul, Cervantes! without quoting thy remnants,

Flora now advanced, and welcoming Waverley with much kindness, expressed her regret for his accident, of

which she had already heard the particulars, and her surprise that her brother should not have taken better

care to put a stranger on his guard against the perils of the sport in which he engaged him. Edward easily

exculpated the Chieftain, who, indeed, at his own personal risk, had probably saved his life.

This greeting over, Fergus said three or four words to his sister in Gaelic. The tears instantly sprang to her

eyes, but they seemed to be tears of devotion and joy, for she looked up to heaven, and folded her hands as in

a solemn expression of prayer or gratitude. After the pause of a minute, she presented to Edward some letters

which had been forwarded from TullyVeolan during his absence, and, at the same time, delivered some to

her brother. To the latter she likewise gave three or four numbers of the CALEDONIAN MERCURY, the

Both gentlemen retired to examine their dispatches, and Edward speedily found that those which he had

The letters which Waverley had hitherto received from his relations in England, were not such as required

any particular notice in this narrative. His father usually wrote to him with the pompous affectation of one

who was too much oppressed by public affairs to find leisure to attend to those of his own family. Now and

then he mentioned persons of rank in Scotland to whom he wished his son should pay some attention; but

Waverley, hitherto occupied by the amusements which he had found at Tully Veolan and Glennaquoich,

dispensed with paying any attention to hints so coldly thrown out, especially as distance, shortness of leave of

absence, and so forth, furnished a ready apology. But latterly the burden of Mr. Richard Waverley's paternal

epistles consisted in certain mysterious hints of greatness and influence which he was speedily to attain, and

which would ensure his son's obtaining the most rapid promotion, should he remain in the military service.

Sir Everard's letters were of a different tenor. They were short; for the good Baronet was none of your

illimitable correspondents, whose manuscript overflows the folds of their large post paper, and leaves no

room for the seal; but they were kind and affectionate, and seldom concluded without some allusion to our

hero's stud, some question about the state of his purse, and a special inquiry after such of his recruits as had

preceded him from WaverleyHonour. Aunt Rachel charged him to remember his principles of religion, to

take care of his health, to beware of Scotch mists, which, she had heard, would wet an Englishman through

and through; never to go out at night without his greatcoat; and, above all, to wear flannel next to his skin.

Mr. Pembroke only wrote to our hero one letter, but it was of the bulk of six epistles of these degenerate days,

containing, in the moderate compass of ten folio pages, closely written, a precis of a supplementary quarto

manuscript of ADDENDA, DELENDA, ET CORRIGENDA, in reference to the two tracts with which he had

presented Waverley. This he considered as a mere sop in the pan to stay the appetite of Edward's curiosity,

until he should find an opportunity of sending down the volume itself, which was much too heavy for the

post, and which he proposed to accompany with certain interesting pamphlets, lately published by his friend

in Little Britain, with whom he had kept up a sort of literary correspondence, in virtue of which the library

shelves of WaverleyHonour were loaded with much trash, and a good round bill, seldom summed in fewer

than three figures, was yearly transmitted, in which Sir Everard Waverley, of WaverleyHonour, Bart., was

marked Dr. to Jonathan Grubbet, bookseller and stationer, Little Britain. Such had hitherto been the style of

the letters which Edward had received from England; but the packet delivered to him at Glennaquoich was of

a different and more interesting complexion. It would be impossible for the reader, even were I to insert the

letters at full length, to comprehend the real cause of their being written, without a glance into the interior of

The Ministers of the day happened (no very singular event) to be divided into two parties; the weakest of

which, making up by assiduity of intrigue their inferiority in real consequence, had of late acquired some new

proselytes, and with them the hope of superseding their rivals in the favour of their sovereign, and

overpowering them in the House of Commons. Amongst others, they had thought it worth while to practise

upon Richard Waverley. This honest gentleman, by a grave mysterious demeanour, an attention to the

etiquette of business, rather more than to its essence, a facility in making long dull speeches, consisting of

truisms and commonplaces, hashed up with a technical jargon of office, which prevented the inanity of his

orations from being discovered, had acquired a certain name and credit in public life, and even established,

with many, the character of a profound politician; none of your shining orators, indeed, whose talents

evaporate in tropes of rhetoric and dashes of wit, but one possessed of steady parts for business, which would

wear well, as the ladies say in choosing their silks, and ought in all reason to be good for common and

This faith had become so general, that the insurgent party in the Cabinet of which we have made mention,

after sounding Mr. Richard Waverley, were so satisfied with his sentiments and abilities, as to propose, that,

in case of a certain revolution in the ministry, he should take an ostensible place in the new order of things,

not indeed of the very first rank, but greatly higher, in point both of emolument and influence, than that

which he now enjoyed. There was no resisting so tempting a proposal, notwithstanding that the Great Man,

under whose patronage he had enlisted and by whose banner he had hitherto stood firm, was the principal

object of the proposed attack by the new allies. Unfortunately this fair scheme of ambition was blighted in the

very bud, by a premature movement. All the official gentlemen concerned in it, who hesitated to take the part

of a voluntary resignation, were informed that the king had no further occasion for their services; and, in

Richard Waverley's case, which the Minister considered as aggravated by ingratitude; dismissal was

accompanied by something like personal contempt and contumely. The public, and even the party of whom

he shared the fall, sympathized little in the disappointment of this selfish and interested statesman; and he

retired to the country under the comfortable reflection, that he had lost, at the same time, character, credit,

Richard Waverley's letter to his son upon this occasion was a masterpiece of its kind. Aristides himself could

not have made out a harder case. An unjust monarch, and an ungrateful country, were the burden of each

rounded paragraph. He spoke of long services, and unrequited sacrifices; though the former had been

overpaid by his salary, and nobody could guess in what the latter consisted, unless it were in his deserting,

not from conviction, but for the lucre of gain, the Tory principles of his family. In the conclusion, his

resentment was wrought to such an excess by the force of his own oratory, that he could not repress some

threats of vengeance, however vague and impotent, and finally acquainted his son with his pleasure that he

should testify his sense of the illtreatment he had sustained, by throwing up his commission as soon as the

letter reached him. This, he said, was also his uncle's desire, as he would himself intimate in due course.

Accordingly, the next letter which Edward opened was from Sir Everard. His brother's disgrace seemed to

have removed from his wellnatured bosom all recollection of their differences, and, remote as he was from

every means of learning that Richard's disgrace was in reality only the just, as well as natural consequence, of

his own unsuccessful intrigues, the good but credulous Baronet at once set it down as a new and enormous

instance of the injustice of the existing Government. It was true, he said, and he must not disguise it even

from Edward, that his father could not have sustained such an insult as was now, for the first time, offered to

one of his house, unless he had subjected himself to it by accepting of an employment under the present

system. Sir Everard had no doubt that he now both saw and felt the magnitude of this error, and it should be

his (Sir Everard's) business, to take care that the cause of his regret should not extend itself to pecuniary

consequences. It was enough for a Waverley to have sustained the public disgrace; the patrimonial injury

could easily be obviated by the head of their family. But it was both the opinion of Mr. Richard Waverley and

his own, that Edward, the representative of the family of WaverleyHonour, should not remain in a situation

which subjected him also to such treatment as that with which his father had been stigmatized. He requested

his nephew therefore to take the fittest, and, at the same time, the most speedy opportunity, of transmitting his

resignation to the WarOffice, and hinted, moreover, that little ceremony was necessary where so little had

been used to his father. He sent multitudinous greetings to the Baron of Bradwardine.

A letter from Aunt Rachel spoke out even more plainly. She considered the disgrace of brother Richard as the

just reward of his forfeiting his allegiance to a lawful, though exiled sovereign, and taking the oaths to an

alien; a concession which her grandfather, Sir Nigel Waverley, refused to make, either to the Roundhead

Parliament or to Cromwell, when his life and fortune stood in the utmost extremity. She hoped her dear

Edward would follow the footsteps of his ancestors, and as speedily as possible get rid of the badge of

servitude to the usurping family, and regard the wrongs sustained by his father as an admonition from

Heaven, that every desertion of the line of loyalty becomes its own punishment. She also concluded with her

respects to Mr. Bradwardine, and begged Waverley would inform her whether his daughter, Miss Rose, was

old enough to wear a pair of very handsome earrings, which she proposed to send as a token of her

affection. The good lady also desired to be informed whether Mr. Bradwardine took as much Scotch snuff,

and danced as unweariedly, as he did when he was at WaverleyHonour about thirty years ago.

These letters, as might have been expected, highly excited Waverley's indignation. From the desultory style

of his studies, he had not any fixed political opinion to place in opposition to the movements of indignation

which he felt at his father's supposed wrongs. Of the real cause of his disgrace, Edward was totally ignorant;

nor had his habits at all led him to investigate the politics of the period in which he lived, or remark the

intrigues in which his father had been so actively engaged. Indeed, any impressions which he had

accidentally adopted concerning the parties of the times, were (owing to the society in which he had lived at

WaverleyHonour) of a nature rather unfavourable to the existing government and dynasty. He entered,

therefore, without hesitation, into the resentful feeling of the relations who had the best title to dictate his

conduct; and not perhaps the less willingly, when he remembered the tedium of his quarters, and the inferior

figure which he had made among the officers of his regiment. If he could have had any doubt upon the

subject, it would have been decided by the following letter from his commandingofficer, which, as it is very

'Having carried somewhat beyond the line of my duty an indulgence which even the lights of nature, and

much more those of Christianity, direct towards errors which may arise from youth and inexperience, and that

altogether without effect, I am reluctantly compelled, at the present crisis, to use the only remaining remedy

which is in my power. You are therefore, hereby commanded to repair to , the headquarters of the

regiment, within three days after the date of this letter. If you shall fail to do so, I must report you to the

WarOffice as absent without leave, and also take other steps, which will be disagreeable to you, as well as

Edward's blood boiled within him as he read this letter. He had been accustomed from his very infancy to

possess, in a great measure, the disposal of his own time, and thus acquired habits which rendered the rules of

military discipline as unpleasing to him in this as they were in some other respects. An idea that in his own

case they would not be enforced in a very rigid manner had also obtained full possession of his mind, and had

hitherto been sanctioned by the indulgent conduct of his lieutenant colonel. Neither had anything occurred,

to his knowledge, that should have induced his commandingofficer, without any other warning than the

hints we noticed at the end of the fourteenth chapter, so suddenly to assume a harsh, and, as Edward deemed

it, so insolent a tone of dictatorial authority. Connecting it with the letters he had just received from his

family, he could not but suppose that it was designed to make him feel, in his present situation, the same

pressure of authority which had been exercised in his father's case, and that the whole was a concerted

Without a pause, therefore, Edward wrote a few cold lines, thanking his lieutenantcolonel for past civilities,

and expressing regret that he should have chosen to efface the remembrance of them, by assuming a different

tone towards him. The strain of his letter, as well as what he (Edward) conceived to be his duty, in the present

crisis, called upon him to lay down his commission; and he therefore enclosed the formal resignation of a

situation which subjected him to so unpleasant a correspondence, and requested Colonel Gardiner would have

Having finished this magnanimous epistle, he felt somewhat uncertain concerning the terms in which his

resignation ought to be expressed, upon which subject he resolved to consult Fergus MacIvor. It may be

observed in passing, that the bold and prompt habits of thinking, acting, and speaking, which distinguished

this young Chieftain, had given him a considerable ascendancy over the mind of Waverley. Endowed with at

least equal powers of understanding, and with much finer genius, Edward yet stooped to the bold and decisive

activity of an intellect which was sharpened by the habit of acting on a preconceived and regular system, as

When Edward found his friend, the latter had still in his hand the newspaper which he had perused, and

advanced to meet him with the embarrassment of one who has unpleasing news to communicate. 'Do your

letters, Captain Waverley, confirm the unpleasing information which I find in this paper?'

He put the paper into his hand, where his father's disgrace was registered in the most bitter terms, transferred

probably from some London journal. At the end of the paragraph was this remarkable innuendo:

'We understand, that "this same RICHARD, who hath done all this," is not the only example of the

With hurried and feverish apprehension our hero turned to the place referred to, and found therein recorded,

'Edward Waverley, captain in regiment dragoons, superseded for absence without leave:' and in the list of

military promotions, referring to the same regiment, he discovered this further article, 'Lieut. Julius Butler, to

Our hero's bosom glowed with the resentment which undeserved and apparently premeditated insult was

calculated to excite in the bosom of one who had aspired after honour, and was thus wantonly held up to

public scorn and disgrace. Upon comparing the date of his colonel's letter with that of the article in the

GAZETTE, he perceived that his threat of making a report upon his absence had been literally fulfilled, and

without inquiry, as it seemed, whether Edward had either received his summons, or was disposed to comply

with it. The whole, therefore, appeared a formed plan to degrade him in the eyes of the public; and the idea of

its having succeeded filled him with such bitter emotions, that, after various attempts to conceal them, he at

length threw himself into MacIvor's arms, and gave vent to tears of shame and indignation.

It was none of this Chieftain's faults to be indifferent to the wrongs of his friends; and for Edward,

independent of certain plans with which he was connected, he felt a deep and sincere interest. The proceeding

appeared as extraordinary to him as it had done to Edward. He indeed knew of more motives than Waverley

was privy to, for the peremptory order that he should join his regiment. But that, without further inquiry into

the circumstances of a necessary delay, the commanding officer, in contradiction to his known and

established character, should have proceeded in so harsh and unusual a manner, was a mystery which he

could not penetrate. He soothed our hero, however, to the best of his power, and began to turn his thoughts on

Edward eagerly grasped at the idea. 'Will you carry a message for me to Colonel Gardiner, my dear Fergus,

Fergus paused. 'It is an act of friendship which you should command, could it be useful, or lead to the

righting your honour; but in the present case, I doubt if your commandingofficer would give you the

meeting on account of his having taken measures, which, however harsh and exasperating, were still within

the strict bounds of his duty. Besides, Gardiner is a precise Huguenot, and has adopted certain ideas about the

sinfulness of such rencontres, from which it would be impossible to make him depart, especially as his

courage is beyond all suspicion. And besides, IIto say the truthI dare not at this moment, for some

very weighty reasons, go near any of the military quarters or garrisons belonging to this government.'

'And am I,' said Waverley, 'to sit down quiet and contented under the injury I have received?'

'That will I never advise, my friend,' replied MacIvor. 'But I would have vengeance to fall on the head, not

on the hand; on the tyrannical and oppressive Government which designed and directed these premeditated

and reiterated insults, not on the tools of office which they employed in the execution of the injuries they

'Yes,' replied the impetuous Highlander, 'on the usurping House of Hanover, whom your grandfather would

no more have served than he would have taken wages of redhot gold from the great fiend of hell!'

'But since the time of my grandfather, two generations of this dynasty have possessed the throne,' said

'True,' replied the Chieftain; 'and because we have passively given them so long the means of showing their

native character, because both you and I myself have lived in quiet submission, have even truckled to the

times so far as to accept commissions under them, and thus have given them an opportunity of disgracing us

publicly by resuming them,are we not on that account to resent injuries which our fathers only

apprehended, but which we have actually sustained? Or is the cause of the unfortunate Stuart family become

less just, because their title has devolved upon an heir who is innocent of the charges of misgovernment

You see, my dear Waverley, I can quote poetry as well as Flora and you. But come, clear your moody brow,

and trust to me to show you an honourable road to a speedy and glorious revenge. Let us seek Flora, who

perhaps has more news to tell us of what has occurred during our absence. She will rejoice to hear that you

are relieved of your servitude. But first add a postcript to your letter, marking the time when you received this

calvinistical Colonel's first summons, and express your regret that the hastiness of his proceedings prevented

your anticipating them by sending your resignation. Then let him blush for his injustice.'

The letter was sealed accordingly, covering a formal resignation of the commission, and MacIvor

dispatched it with some letters of his own by a special messenger, with charge to put them into the nearest

The hint which the Chieftain had thrown out respecting Flora was not unpremeditated. He had observed with

great satisfaction the growing attachment of Waverley to his sister, nor did he see any bar to their union,

excepting the situation which Waverley's father held in the ministry, and Edward's own commission in the

army of George II. These obstacles were now removed, and in a manner which apparently paved the way for

the son's becoming reconciled to another allegiance. In every other respect the match would be most eligible.

The safety, happiness, and honourable provision of his sister, whom he dearly loved, appeared to be ensured

by the proposed union; and his heart swelled when he considered how his own interest would be exalted in

the eyes of the exmonarch to whom he had dedicated his service, by an alliance with one of those ancient,

powerful, and wealthy English families of the steady Cavalier faith, to awaken whose decayed attachment to

the Stuart family was now a matter of such vital importance to the Stuart cause. Nor could Fergus perceive

any obstacle to such a scheme. Waverley's attachment was evident; and as his person was handsome, and his

taste apparently coincided with her own, he anticipated no opposition on the part of Flora. Indeed, between

his ideas of patriarchal power, and those which he had acquired in France respecting the disposal of females

in marriage, any opposition from his sister, dear as she was to him, would have been the last obstacle on

Influenced by these feelings, the Chief now led Waverley in quest of Miss MacIvor, not without the hope

that the present agitation of his guest's spirits might give him courage to cut short what Fergus termed the

romance of the courtship. They found Flora, with her faithful attendants, Una and Cathleen, busied in

preparing what appeared to Waverley to be white bridal favours. Disguising as well as he could the agitation

of his mind, Waverley asked for what joyful occasion Miss MacIvor made such ample preparation.

'Indeed!' said Edward; 'he has kept his secret well. I hope he will allow me to be his bride'sman.'

'Did not I tell you long since, that Fergus wooed no bride but Honour?' answered Flora.

'And am I then incapable of being his assistant and counsellor in the pursuit of honour?' said our hero,

'Far from it, Captain Waverley. I would to God you were of our determination! and made use of the

'That time is past, sister,' said Fergus; 'and you may wish Edward Waverley (no longer captain) joy of being

freed from the slavery to an usurper, implied in that sable and illomened emblem.'

'Yes,' said Waverley, undoing the cockade from his hat, 'it has pleased the king who bestowed this badge

upon me, to resume it in a manner which leaves me little reason to regret his service.'

'Thank God for that!' cried the enthusiast;'and oh that they may be blind enough to treat every man of

honour who serves them with the same indignity, that I may have less to sigh for when the struggle

'And now, sister,' said the Chieftain, 'replace his cockade with one of a more lively colour, I think it was the

fashion of the ladies of yore to arm and send forth their knights to high achievement.'

'Not,' replied the lady, 'till the knight adventurer had well weighed the justice and the danger of the cause,

Fergus. Mr. Waverley is just now too much agitated by feelings of recent emotion, for me to press upon him a

Waverley felt half alarmed at the thought of adopting the badge of what was by the majority of the kingdom

esteemed rebellion, yet he could not disguise his chagrin at the coldness with which Flora parried her

brother's hint. 'Miss MacIvor, I perceive, thinks the knight unworthy of her encouragement and favour,' said

'Not so, Mr. Waverley,' she replied, with great sweetness. 'Why should I refuse my brother's valued friend a

boon which I am distributing to his whole clan? Most willingly would I enlist every man of honour in the

cause to which my brother has devoted himself. But Fergus has taken his measures with his eyes open. His

life has been devoted to this cause from his cradle; with him its call is sacred, were it even a summons to the

tomb. But how can I wish you, Mr. Waverley, so new to the world, so far from every friend who might advise

and ought to influence you,in a moment too of sudden pique and indignation,how can I wish you to

Fergus, who did not understand these delicacies, strode through the apartment biting his lip, and then, with a

constrained smile, said, 'Well, sister, I leave you to act your new character of mediator between the Elector of

Hanover and the subjects of your lawful sovereign and benefactor,' and left the room.

There was a painful pause, which was at length broken by Miss MacIvor. 'My brother is unjust,' she said,

'Do I not?' answered Flora'God knows mine exceeds his, if that be possible. But I am not, like him, rapt by

the bustle of military preparation, and the infinite detail necessary to the present undertaking, beyond

consideration of the grand principles of justice and truth, on which our enterprise is grounded; and these, I am

certain, can only be furthered by measures in themselves true and just. To operate upon your present feelings,

my dear Mr. Waverley, to induce you to an irretrievable step, of which you have not considered either the

justice or the danger, is, in my poor judgement, neither the one nor the other.'

'Incomparable Flora!' said Edward, taking her hand, 'how much do I need such a monitor!'

'A better one by far,' said Flora, gently withdrawing her hand, 'Mr. Waverley will always find in his own

'No, Miss MacIvor, I dare not hope it. A thousand circumstances of fatal selfindulgence have made me the

creature rather of imagination than reason. Durst I but hopecould I but think that you would deign to be to

me that affectionate, that condescending friend, who would strengthen me to redeem my errors, my future

'Hush, my dear sir! now you carry your joy at escaping the hands of a Jacobite recruiting officer to an

'Nay, dear Flora, trifle with me no longer; you cannot mistake the meaning of those feelings which I have

almost involuntarily expressed; and since I have broken the barrier of silence, let me profit by my

'What am I to understand?' said Edward. 'Is there any fatal barhas any prepossession'

'None, sir,' answered Flora. 'I owe it to myself to say, that I never yet saw the person on whom I thought with

'The shortness of our acquaintance, perhapsIf Miss MacIvor will deign to give me time'

'I have not even that excuse. Captain Waverley's character is so openis, in short, of that nature, that it

'Forgive me, Mr. Waverley, and remember it is but within this halfhour that there existed between us a

barrier of a nature to me insurmountable, since I never could think of an officer in the service of the Elector

of Hanover in any other light than as a casual acquaintance. Permit me then to arrange my ideas upon so

unexpected a topic, and in less than an hour I will be ready to give you such reasons for the resolution I shall

express, as may be satisfactory at least, if not pleasing to you.' So saying, Flora withdrew, leaving Waverley

Ere he could make up his mind whether to believe his suit had been acceptable or no, Fergus reentered the

apartment. 'What, A LA MORT, Waverley?' he cried. 'Come down with me to the court, and you shall see a

sight worth all the tirades of your romances. An hundred firelocks, my friend, and as many broadswords, just

arrived from good friends; and two or three hundred stout fellows almost fighting which shall first possess

them.But let me look at you closerWhy, a true Highlander would say you had been blighted by an evil

eye.Or can it be this silly girl that has thus blanked your spirit?Never mind her, dear Edward; the wisest

'Indeed, my good friend,' answered Waverley, 'all that I can charge against your sister is, that she is too

'If that be all, I ensure you for a louis d'or against the mood lasting fourandtwenty hours. No woman was

ever steadily sensible for that period; and I will engage, if that will please you, Flora shall be as unreasonable

tomorrow as any of her sex. You must learn, my dear Edward, to consider women EN MOUSQUETAIRE.'

So saying, he seized Waverley's arm, and dragged him off to review his military preparations.

Fergus MacIvor had too much tact and delicacy to renew the subject which he had interrupted. His head

was, or appeared to be, so full of guns, broadswords, bonnets, canteens, and tartan hose, that Waverley could

'Are you to take the field so soon, Fergus,' he asked, 'that you are making all these martial preparations?'

'When we have settled that you go with me, you shall know all; but otherwise, the knowledge might rather be

'But are you serious in your purpose, with such inferior forces, to rise against an established government? It is

'LAISSEZ FAIRE A DON ANTOINEI shall take good care of myself. We shall at least use the

compliment of Conan, who never got a stroke but he gave one. I would not, however,' continued the

Chieftain, 'have you think me mad enough to stir till a favourable opportunity: I will not slip my dog before

the game's afoot. But once more, will you join with us, and you shall know all?'

'How can I?' said Waverley; 'I who have so lately held that commission which is now posting back to those

that gave it? My accepting it implied a promise of fidelity, and an acknowledgement of the legality of the

'A rash promise,' answered Fergus, 'is not a steel handcuff; it may be shaken off, especially when it was given

under deception, and has been repaid by insult. But if you cannot immediately make up your mind to a

glorious revenge, go to England, and ere you cross the Tweed, you will hear tidings that will make the world

ring; and if Sir Everard be the gallant old cavalier I have heard him described by some of our HONEST

gentlemen of the year one thousand seven hundred and fifteen, he will find you a better horsetroop and a

'Out, hyperbolical fiend,' replied the Chief, laughing; 'how vexest thou this man!Speak'st thou of nothing

'Nay, be serious, my dear friend,' said Waverley; 'I feel that the happiness of my future life must depend upon

the answer which Miss MacIvor shall make to what I ventured to tell her this morning.'

'And is this your very sober earnest,' said Fergus, more gravely, 'or are we in the land of romance and fiction?'

'Then, in very sober earnest,' answered his friend, 'I am very glad to hear it; and so highly do I think of Flora,

that; you are the only man in England for whom I would say so much.But before you shake my hand so

warmly, there is more to be considered. Your own familywill they approve your connecting yourself

'My uncle's situation,' said Waverley, 'his general opinions, and his uniform indulgence, entitle me to say, that

birth and personal qualities are all he would look to in such a connexion. And where can I find both united in

'Oh, nowhere!CELA VA SANS DIRE,' replied Fergus with a smile. 'But your father will expect a father's

'Surely; but his late breach with the ruling powers removes all apprehension of objection on his part,

'Religion, perhaps,' said Fergus, 'may make obstacles, though we are not bigoted Catholics.'

'My grandmother was of the Church of Rome, and her religion was never objected to by my family.Do not

think of MY friends, dear Fergus; let me rather have your influence where it may be more necessary to

'My lovely sister,' replied Fergus, 'like her loving brother, is very apt to have a pretty decisive will of her

own, by which, in this case, you must be ruled; but you shall not want my interest, nor my counsel. And, in

the first place, I will give you one hintloyalty is her ruling passion; and since she could spell an English

book, she has been in love with the memory of the gallant Captain Wogan, who renounced the service of the

usurper Cromwell to join the standard of Charles II, marched a handful of cavalry from London to the

Highlands to join Middleton, then in arms for the king, and at length died gloriously in the royal cause. Ask

her to show you some verses she made on his history and fate; they have been much admired, I assure you.

The next point isI think I saw Flora go up towards the waterfall a short time since follow, man, follow!

don't allow the garrison time to strengthen its purposes of resistanceALERTE A LA MURAILLE! Seek

Flora out, and learn her decision as soon as you canand Cupid go with you, while I go to look over belts

Waverley ascended the glen with an anxious and throbbing heart. Love, with all its romantic train of hopes,

fears, and wishes, was mingled with other feelings of a nature less easily defined. He could not but remember

how much this morning had changed his fate, and into what a complication of perplexity it was likely to

plunge him. Sunrise had seen him possessed of an esteemed rank in the honourable profession of arms, his

father to all appearance rapidly rising in the favour of his sovereign;all this had passed away like a

dreamhe himself was dishonoured, his father disgraced, and he had become involuntarily the confidant at

least, if not the accomplice, of plans dark, deep, and dangerous, which must infer either subversion of the

government he had so lately served, or the destruction of all who had participated in them, Should Flora even

listen to his suit favourably, what prospect was there of its being brought to a happy termination, amid the

tumult of an impending insurrection? Or how could he make the selfish request that she should leave Fergus,

to whom she was so much attached, and, retiring with him to England, wait, as a distant spectator, the success

of her brother's undertaking, or the ruin of all his hopes and fortunes!Or, on the other hand, to engage

himself, with no other aid than his single arm, in the dangerous and precipitate counsels of the Chieftain,to

be whirled along by him, the partaker of all his desperate and impetuous motions, renouncing almost the

power of judging, or deciding upon the rectitude or prudence of his actions,this was no pleasing prospect

for the secret pride of Waverley to stoop to. And yet what other conclusion remained, saving the rejection of

his addresses by Flora, an alternative not to be thought of in the present high wrought state of his feelings,

with anything short of mental agony. Pondering the doubtful and dangerous prospect before him, he at length

She was quite alone; and, as soon as she observed his approach, she arose, and came to meet him. Edward

attempted to say something within the verge of ordinary compliment and conversation, but found himself

unequal to the task. Flora seemed at first equally embarrassed, but recovered herself more speedily, and (an

unfavourable augury for Waverley's suit) was the first to enter upon the subject of their last interview, 'It is

too important, in every point of view, Mr. Waverley, to permit me to leave you in doubt on my sentiments.'

'Do not speak them speedily,' said Waverley, much agitated, 'unless they are such as, I fear from your

manner, I must not dare to anticipate. Let timelet my future conductlet your brother's influence'

'Forgive me, Mr. Waverley,' said Flora, her complexion a little heightened, but her voice firm and composed.

'I should incur my own heavy censure, did I delay expressing my sincere conviction that I can never regard

you otherwise than as a valued friend. I should do you the highest injustice did I conceal my sentiments for a

moment. I see I distress you, and I grieve for it, but better now than later; and oh, better a thousand times, Mr.

Waverley, that you should feel a present momentary disappointment, than the long and heartsickening griefs

'Good God!' exclaimed Waverley, 'why should you anticipate such consequences from a union where birth is

equal, where fortune is favourable, where, if I may venture to say so, the tastes are similar, where you allege

no preference for another, where you even express a favourable opinion of him whom you reject?'

'Mr. Waverley, I HAVE that favourable opinion,' answered Flora; 'and so strongly, that though I would rather

have been silent on the grounds of my resolution, you shall command them, if you exact such a mark of my

She sat down upon a fragment of rock, and Waverley, placing himself near her, anxiously pressed for the

'I dare hardly,' she said, 'tell you the situation of my feelings, they are so different from those usually ascribed

to young women at my period of life; and I dare hardly touch upon what I conjecture to be the nature of

yours, lest I should give offence where I would willingly administer consolation. For myself, from my

infancy till this day, I have had but one wish the restoration of my royal benefactors to their rightful

throne. It is impossible to express to you the devotion of my feelings to this single subject; and I will frankly

confess, that it has so occupied my mind as to exclude every thought respecting what is called my own

settlement in life. Let me but live to see the day of that happy restoration, and a Highland cottage, a French

'But, dearest Flora, how is your enthusiastic zeal for the exiled family inconsistent with my happiness?'

'Because you seek, or ought to seek in the object of your attachment, a heart whose principal delight should

be in augmenting your domestic felicity, and returning your affection, even to the height of romance. To a

man of less keen sensibility, and less enthusiastic tenderness of disposition, Flora MacIvor might give

content, if not happiness; for were the irrevocable words spoken, never would she be deficient in the duties

'And whywhy, Miss MacIvor, should you think yourself a more valuable treasure to one who is less

'Simply because the tone of our affections would be more in unison, and because his more blunted sensibility

would not require the return of enthusiasm which I have not to bestow. But you, Mr. Waverley, would for

ever refer to the idea of domestic happiness which your imagination is capable of painting, and whatever fell

short of that ideal representation would be construed into coolness and indifference, while you might consider

the enthusiasm with which I regarded the success of the royal family as defrauding your affection of its due

'In other words, Miss MacIvor, you cannot love me?' said her suitor, dejectedly.

'I could esteem you, Mr. Waverley, as much, perhaps more, than any man I have ever seen; but I cannot love

you as you ought to be loved. Oh! do not, for your own sake, desire so hazardous an experiment! The woman

whom you marry ought to have affections and opinions moulded upon yours. Her studies ought to be your

studies;her wishes, her feelings, her hopes, her fears, should all mingle with yours. She should enhance

'And, why will not you, Miss MacIvor, who can so well describe a happy union,why will not you be

'Is it possible you do not yet comprehend me?' answered Flora. 'Have I not told you, that every keener

sensation of my mind is bent exclusively towards an event, upon which, indeed, I have no power but those of

'And might not the granting the suit I solicit,' said Waverley, too earnest on his purpose to consider what he

was about to say, 'even advance the interest to which you have devoted yourself? My family is wealthy and

powerful, inclined in principles to the Stuart race, and should a favourable opportunity'

'A favourable opportunity!' said Flora, somewhat scornfully, 'inclined in principles!Can such lukewarm

adherence be honourable to yourselves, or gratifying to your lawful sovereign?Think, from my present

feelings, what I should suffer when I held the place of member in a family where the rights which I hold most

sacred are subjected to cold discussion, and only deemed worthy of support when they shall appear on the

'Your doubts,' quickly replied Waverley, 'are unjust as far as concerns myself. The cause that I shall assert, I

dare support through every danger, as undauntedly as the boldest who draws sword in its behalf.'

'Of that,' answered Flora, 'I cannot doubt for a moment. But consult your own good sense and reason, rather

than a prepossession hastily adopted, probably only because you have met a young woman possessed of the

usual accomplishments, in a sequestered and romantic situation. Let your part in this great and perilous drama

Waverley attempted to reply, but his words failed him. Every sentiment that Flora had uttered vindicated the

strength of his attachment; for even her loyalty, although wildly enthusiastic, was generous and noble, and

disdained to avail itself of any indirect means of supporting the cause to which she was devoted.

After walking a little way in silence down the path, Flora thus resumed the conversation.'One word more,

Mr. Waverley, ere we bid farewell to this topic for ever; and forgive my boldness if that word have the air of

advice. My brother Fergus is anxious that you should join him in his present enterprise. But do not consent to

this: you could not, by your single exertions, further his success, and you would inevitably share his fall, if it

be God's pleasure that fall he must. Your character would also suffer irretrievably. Let me beg you will return

to your own country; and, having publicly freed yourself from every tie to the usurping government, I trust

you will see cause, and find opportunity, to serve your injured sovereign with effect, and stand forth, as your

loyal ancestors, at the head of your natural followers and adherents, a worthy representative of the house of

'Forgive my interruption,' said Flora. 'The present time only is ours, and I can but explain to you with candour

the feelings which I now entertain; how they might be altered by a train of events too favourable perhaps to

be hoped for, it were in vain even to conjecture: only be assured, Mr. Waverley, that, after my brother's

honour and happiness, there is none which I shall more sincerely pray for than for yours.'

With these words she parted from him, for they were now arrived where two paths separated. Waverley

reached the castle amidst a medley of conflicting passions. He avoided any private interview with Fergus, as

he did not find himself able either to encounter his raillery, or reply to his solicitations. The wild revelry of

the feast, for MacIvor kept open table for his clan, served in some degree to stun reflection. When their

festivity was ended, he began to consider how he should again meet Miss MacIvor after the painful and

interesting explanation of the morning. But Flora did not appear. Fergus, whose eyes flashed when he was

told by Cathleen that her mistress designed to keep her apartment that evening, went himself in quest of her;

but apparently his remonstrances were in vain, for he returned with a heightened complexion, and manifest

symptoms of displeasure. The rest of the evening passed on without any allusion, on the part either of Fergus

or Waverley, to the subject which engrossed the reflections of the latter, and perhaps of both.

When retired to his own apartment, Edward endeavoured to sum up the business of the day. That the repulse

he had received from Flora would be persisted in for the present, there was no doubt. But could he hope for

ultimate success in case circumstances permitted the renewal of his suit? Would the enthusiastic loyalty,

which at this animating moment left no room for a softer passion, survive, at least in its engrossing force, the

success or the failure of the present political machinations? And if so, could he hope that the interest which

she had acknowledged him to possess in her favour, might be improved into a warmer attachment? He taxed

his memory to recall every word she had used, with the appropriate looks and gestures which had enforced

them, and ended by finding himself in the same state of uncertainty. It was very late before sleep brought

relief to the tumult of his mind, after the most painful and agitating day which he had ever passed.

In the morning, when Waverley's troubled reflections had for some time given way to repose, there came

music to his dreams, but not the voice of Selma. He imagined himself transported back to TullyVeolan, and

that he heard Davie Gellatley singing in the court those matins which used generally to be the first sounds

that disturbed his repose while a guest of the Baron of Bradwardine. The notes which suggested this vision

continued, and waxed louder, until Edward awoke in earnest. The illusion, however, did not seem entirely

dispelled. The apartment was in the fortress of Ian nan Chaistel, but it was still the voice of Davie Gellatley

Curious to know what could have determined Mr. Gellatley on an excursion of such unwonted extent,

Edward began to dress himself in all haste, during which operation the minstrelsy of Davie changed its tune

By the time Waverley was dressed and had issued forth, David had associated himself with two or three of

the numerous Highland loungers who always graced the gates of the castle with their presence, and was

capering and dancing full merrily in the doubles and full career of a Scotch foursome reel, to the music of his

own whistling. In this double capacity of dancer and musician, he continued, until an idle piper, who

observed his zeal, obeyed the unanimous call of SEID SUAS (i.e. blow up), and relieved him from the latter

part of his trouble. Young and old then mingled in the dance as they could find partners. The appearance of

Waverley did not interrupt David's exercise, though he contrived, by grinning, nodding, and throwing one or

two inclinations of the body into the graces with which he performed the Highland fling, to convey to our

hero symptoms of recognition. Then, while busily employed in setting, whooping all the while, and snapping

his fingers over his head, he of a sudden prolonged his sidestep until it brought him to the place where

Edward was standing, and, still keeping time to the music like Harlequin in a pantomime, he thrust a letter

into our hero's hand, and continued his saltation without pause or intermission, Edward, who perceived that

the address was in Rose's handwriting, retired to peruse it, leaving the faithful bearer to continue his exercise

The contents of the letter greatly surprised him. It had originally commenced with DEAR SIR; but these

words had been carefully erased, and the monosyllable, SIR, substituted in their place. The rest of the

'I fear I am using an improper freedom by intruding upon you, yet I cannot trust to any one else to let you

know some things which have happened here, with which it seems necessary you should be acquainted.

Forgive me if I am wrong in what I am doing; for, alas! Mr. Waverley, I have no better advice than that of my

own feelings;my dear father is gone from this place, and when he can return to my assistance and

protection, God alone knows. You have probably heard, that in consequence of some troublesome news from

the Highlands, warrants were sent out for apprehending several gentlemen in these parts, and, among others,

my dear father. In spite of all my tears and entreaties that he would surrender himself to the Government, he

joined with Mr. Falconer and some other gentlemen, and they have all gone northwards, with a body of about

forty horsemen. So I am not so anxious concerning his immediate safety, as about what may follow

afterwards, for these troubles are only beginning. But all this is nothing to you, Mr. Waverley, only I thought

you would be glad to learn that my father has escaped, in case you happen to have heard that he was in

'The day after my father went off, there came a party of soldiers to TullyVeolan, and behaved very rudely to

Bailie Macwheeble; but the officer was very civil to me, only said his duty obliged him to search for arms

and papers. My father had provided against this by taking away all the arms except the old useless things

which hung in the hall; and he had put all his papers out of the way. But oh! Mr. Waverley, how shall I tell

you that they made strict inquiry after you, and asked when you had been at TullyVeolan, and where you

now were. The officer is gone back with his party, but a noncommissioned officer and four men remain as a

sort of garrison in the house. They have hitherto behaved very well, as we are forced to keep them in good

humour. But these soldiers have hinted as if on your falling into their hands you would be in great danger; I

cannot prevail on myself to write what wicked falsehoods they said, for I am sure they are falsehoods; but

you will best judge what you ought to do. The party that returned carried off your servant prisoner, with your

two horses, and everything that you left at TullyVeolan. I hope God will protect you, and that you will get

safe home to England, where you used to tell me there was no military violence nor fighting among clans

permitted, but everything was done according to an equal law that protected all who were harmless and

innocent. I hope you will exert your indulgence as to my boldness in writing to you, where it seems to me,

though perhaps erroneously, that your safety and honour are concerned. I am sureat least I think, my father

would approve of my writing; for Mr. Rubrick is fled to his cousin's at the Duchran, to be out of danger from

the soldiers and the Whigs, and Bailie Macwheeble does not like to meddle (he says) in other men's concerns,

though I hope what may serve my father's friend at such a time as this, cannot be termed improper

interference. Farewell, Captain Waverley! I shall probably never see you more; for it would be very improper

to wish you to call at TullyVeolan just now, even if these men were gone; but I will always remember with

gratitude your kindness in assisting so poor a scholar as myself, and your attentions to my dear, dear father.

'PS.I hope you will send me a line by David Gellatley, just to say you have received this, and that you will

take care of yourself; and forgive me if I entreat you, for your own sake, to join none of these unhappy

cabals, but escape, as fast as possible, to your own fortunate country.My compliments to my dear Flora,

and, to Glennaquoich. Is she not as handsome and accomplished as I have described her?'

Thus concluded the letter of Rose Bradwardine, the contents of which both surprised and affected Waverley.

That the Baron should fall under the suspicions of Government, in consequence of the present stir among the

partisans of the house of Stuart, seemed only the natural consequence of his political predilections; but how

he himself should have been involved in such suspicions, conscious that until yesterday he had been free

from harbouring a thought against the prosperity of the reigning family, seemed inexplicable. Both at

TullyVeolan and Glennaquoich, his hosts had respected his engagements with the existing government, and

though enough passed by accidental innuendo that might induce him to reckon the Baron and the Chief

among those disaffected gentlemen who were still numerous in Scotland, yet until his own connexion with

the army had been broken off by the resumption of his commission, he had no reason to suppose that they

nourished any immediate or hostile attempts against the present establishment. Still he was aware that unless

he meant at once to embrace the proposal of Fergus Mac Ivor, it would deeply concern him to leave the

suspicious neighbourhood without delay, and repair where his conduct might undergo a satisfactory

examination. Upon this he the rather determined, as Flora's advice favoured his doing so, and because he felt

inexpressible repugnance at the idea of being accessory to the plague of civil war. Whatever were the original

rights of the Stuarts, calm reflection told him, that, omitting the question how far James the Second could

forfeit those of his posterity, he had, according to the united voice of the whole nation, justly forfeited his

own. Since that period, four monarchs had reigned in peace and glory over Britain, sustaining and exalting

the character of the nation abroad, and its liberties at home. Reason asked, was it worth while to disturb a

government so long settled and established, and to plunge a kingdom into all the miseries of civil war, for the

purpose of replacing upon the throne the descendants of a monarch by whom it had been wilfully forfeited?

If, on the other hand, his own final conviction of the goodness of their cause, or the commands of his father

or uncle, should recommend to him allegiance to the Stuarts, still it was necessary to clear his own character

by showing that he had not, as seemed to be falsely insinuated, taken any step to this purpose, during his

The affectionate simplicity of Rose, and her anxiety for his safety,his sense, too, of her unprotected state,

and of the terror and actual dangers to which she might be exposed, made an impression upon his mind, and

he instantly wrote to thank her in the kindest terms for her solicitude on his account, to express his earnest

good wishes for her welfare and that of her father, and to assure her of his own safety. The feelings which this

task excited were speedily lost in the necessity which he now saw of bidding farewell to Flora MacIvor,

perhaps for ever. The pang attending this reflection were inexpressible; for her high minded elevation of

character, her selfdevotion to the cause which she had embraced, united to her scrupulous rectitude as to the

means of serving it, had vindicated to his judgement the choice adopted by his passions. But time pressed,

calumny was busy with his fame, and every hour's delay increased the power to injure it. His departure must

With this determination he sought out Fergus, and communicated to him the contents of Rose's letter, with his

own resolution instantly to go to Edinburgh, and put into the hands of some one or other of those persons of

influence to whom he had letters from his father, his exculpation from any charge which might be preferred

'You run your head into the lion's mouth,' answered MacIvor. 'You do not know the severity of a

Government harassed by just apprehensions, and a consciousness of their own illegality and insecurity. I shall

'My innocence, my rank, my father's intimacy with Lord M, General G, will be a sufficient protection,'

'You will find the contrary,' replied the Chieftain;'these gentlemen will have enough to do about their own

matters. Once more, will you take the plaid, and stay a little while with us among the mists and the crows, in

the bravest cause ever sword was drawn in?' [A Highland rhyme on Glencairn's Expedition, in 1650, has

'Well, then,' said MacIvor, 'I shall certainly find you exerting your poetical talents in elegies upon a prison,

or your antiquarian researches in detecting the Oggam [The Oggam is a species of the old Irish character. The

idea of the correspondence betwixt the Celtic and Punic, founded on a scene in Plautus, was not started till

General Vallancey set up his theory, long after the date of Fergus MacIvor.] character, or some Punic

hieroglyphic upon the keystones of a vault, curiously arched. Or what say you to UN PETIT PENDEMENT

BIEN JOLI? against which awkward ceremony I don't warrant you, should you meet a body of the armed

'For a hundred good reasons,' answered Fergus: 'First, you are an Englishman; secondly, a gentleman; thirdly,

a prelatist abjured; and, fourthly, they have not had an opportunity to exercise their talents on such a subject

this long while. But don't be cast down, beloved: all will be done in the fear of the Lord.'

'Wilful will do 't,' said Fergus;'but you cannot go on foot and I shall want no horse, as I must march on foot

'If your proud English heart cannot be obliged by a gift or loan, I will not refuse money at the entrance of a

campaign: his price is twenty guineas, [Remember, reader, it was Sixty Years since.] And when do you

'You are right, since go you must, or rather, since go you will: I will take Flora's pony, and ride with you as

far as Bally Brough.Callum Beg, see that our horses are ready, with a pony for yourself, to attend and

carry Mr. Waverley's baggage as far as (naming a small town), where he can have a horse and guide to

Edinburgh. Put on a Lowland dress, Callum, and see you keep your tongue close, if you would not have me

cut it out: Mr. Waverley rides Dermid,' Then turning to Edward, 'You will take leave of my sister?'

'Cathleen, let my sister know that Mr. Waverley wishes to bid her farewell before he leaves us.But Rose

Bradwardine,her situation must be thought of. I wish she were here. And why should she not? There are

but four redcoats at TullyVeolan, and their muskets would be very useful to us.'

To these broken remarks Edward made no answer; his ear indeed received them, but his soul was intent upon

the expected entrance of Flora. The door openedit was but Cathleen, with her lady's excuse, and wishes for

It was noon when the two friends stood at the top of the pass of BallyBrough. 'I must go no farther,' said

Fergus MacIvor, who during the journey had in vain endeavoured to raise his friend's spirits, 'If my

crossgrained sister has any share in your dejection, trust me she thinks highly of you, though her present

anxiety about the public cause prevents her listening to any other subject. Confide your interest to me; I will

'No fear of that, considering the manner in which it has been recalled. Adieu, Fergus; do not permit your

'And adieu, Waverley; you may soon hear of her with a prouder title. Get home, write letters, and make

friends as many and as fast as you can; there will speedily be unexpected guests on the coast of Suffolk, or

my news from France has deceived me.' [The sanguine Jacobites, during the eventful years 17456, kept up

the spirits of their party by the rumour of descents from France on behalf of the Chevalier St. George.]

Thus parted the friends; Fergus returning back to his castle, while Edward, followed by Callum Beg, the latter

transformed from point to point into a Lowcountry groom, proceeded to the little town of .

Edward paced on under the painful and yet not altogether embittered feelings which separation and

uncertainty produce in the mind of a youthful lover. I am not sure if the ladies understand the full value of the

influence of absence, nor do I think it wise to teach it them, lest, like the Clelias and Mandanes of yore, they

should resume the humour of sending their lovers into banishment. Distance, in truth, produces in idea the

same effect as in real prospective. Objects are softened, and rounded, and rendered doubly graceful; the

harsher and more ordinary points of character are mellowed down, and those by which it is remembered are

the more striking outlines that mark sublimity, grace, or beauty. There are mists, too, in the mental, as well as

the natural horizon, to conceal what is less pleasing in distant objects, and there are happy lights, to stream in

Waverley forgot Flora MacIvor's prejudices in her magnanimity, and almost pardoned her indifference

towards his affection, when he recollected the grand and decisive object which seemed to fill her whole soul.

She, whose sense of duty so wholly engrossed her in the cause of a benefactor,what would be her feelings

in favour of the happy individual who should be so fortunate as to awaken them? Then came the doubtful

question, whether he might not be that happy man,a question which fancy endeavoured to answer in the

affirmative, by conjuring up all she had said in his praise, with the addition of a comment much more

flattering than the text warranted. All that was commonplaceall that belonged to the everyday worldwas

melted away and obliterated in those dreams of imagination, which only remembered with advantage the

points of grace and dignity that distinguished Flora, from the generality of her sex, not the particulars which

she held in common with them, Edward was, in short, in the fair way of creating a goddess out of a

highspirited, accomplished, and beautiful young woman; and the time was wasted in castle building, until,

The Highland politeness of Callum Begthere are few nations, by the way, who can boast of so much

natural politeness as the Highlanders [The Highlander, in former times, had always a high idea, of his own

gentility, and was anxious to impress the same upon those with whom he conversed. His language abounded

in the phrases of courtesy and compliment; and the habit of carrying arms, and mixing with those who did so,

made if particularly desirable they should use cautious politeness in their intercourse with each other.]the

Highland civility of his attendant had not permitted him to disturb the reveries of our hero. But observing him

rouse himself at the sight of the village, Callum pressed closer to his side, and hoped 'When they cam to the

public, his honour wad not say nothing about Vich Ian Vohr, for ta people were bitter Whigs, deil burst tem.'

Waverley assured the prudent page that he would be cautious; and as he now distinguished, not indeed the

ringing of bells, but the tinkling of something like a hammer against the side of an old messy, green, inverted

porridgepot, that hung in an open booth, of the size and shape of a parrot's cage, erected to grace the east

end of a building resembling an old barn, he asked Callum Beg if it were Sunday.

On entering the town, however, and advancing towards the most apparent public house which presented

itself, the numbers of old women, in tartan screens and red cloaks, who streamed from the barnresembling

building, debating, as they went, the comparative merits of the blessed youth Jabesh Rentowel, and that

chosen vessel Maister Goukthrapple, induced Callum to assure his temporary master, 'that it was either ta

On alighting at the sign of the Sevenbranched Golden Candlestick, which, for the further delectation of the

guests, was graced with a short Hebrew motto, they were received by mine host, a tall, thin puritanical figure,

who seemed to debate with himself whether he ought to give shelter to those who travelled on such a day.

Reflecting, however, in all probability, that he possessed the power of mulcting them for this irregularity, a

penalty which they might escape by passing into Gregor Duncanson's, at the sign of the Highlander and the

Hawick Gill, Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks condescended to admit them into his dwelling.

To this sanctified person Waverley addressed his request that he would procure him a guide, with a

'I have told you where I wish to go; I do not conceive any further information necessary either for the guide

'Hem! Ahem!' returned he of the Candlestick, somewhat disconcerted at this rebuff. 'It's the general fast, sir,

and I cannot enter into ony carnal transactions on sic a day, when the people should be humbled, and the back

sliders should return, as worthy Mr. Goukthrapple said; and moreover when, as the precious Mr. Jabesh

Rentowel did weel observe, the land was mourning for covenants burnt, broken, and buried.'

'My good friend,' said Waverley, 'if you cannot let me have a horse and guide, my servant shall seek them

Waverley had but very little of a captain of horse's spirit within himI mean of that sort of spirit which I

have been obliged to when I happened, in a mailcoach, or diligence, to meet some military man who has

kindly taken upon him the disciplining of the waiters, and the taxing of reckonings. Some of this useful talent

our hero had, however, acquired during his military service, and on this gross provocation it began seriously

to arise. 'Look ye, sir; I came here for my own accommodation, and not to answer impertinent questions.

Either say you can, or cannot, get me what I want; I shall pursue my course in either case.'

Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks left the room with some indistinct muttering; but whether negative or

acquiescent, Edward could not well distinguish. The hostess, a civil, quiet, laborious drudge, came to take his

orders for dinner, but declined to make answer on the subject of the horse and guide; for the Salique law, it

From a window which overlooked the dark and narrow court in which Callum Beg rubbed down the horses

after their journey, Waverley heard the following dialogue betwixt the subtle footpage of Vich Ian Vohr and

Here some compliments passed, fitting the occasion, when my host of the Golden Candlestick, having, as he

thought, opened his guest's heart by this hospitable propitiation, resumed his scrutiny.

'Ayethat's when I left it mysell,' answered the cool and impenetrable Callum Beg.

'I believe he is ane o' King George's state officers; at least he's aye for ganging on to the south; and he has a

hantle siller, and never grudges ony thing till a poor body, or in the way of a lawing.'

This last undaunted parry altogether foiled Mr. Cruickshanks, who, though not quite satisfied either with the

reserve of the master, or the extreme readiness of the man, was contented to lay a tax on the reckoning and

horsehire, that might compound for his ungratified curiosity. The circumstance of its being the fastday was

not forgotten in the charge, which, on the whole, did not, however, amount to much more than double what in

Callum Beg soon after announced in person the ratification of this treaty, adding, 'Ta auld deevil was ganging

'That will not be very pleasant, Callum, nor altogether safe, for our host seems a person of great curiosity; but

a traveller must submit to these inconveniences. Meanwhile, my good lad, here is a trifle for you to drink

The hawk's eye of Callum flashed delight upon a golden guinea, with which these last words were

accompanied. He hastened, not without a curse on the intricacies of a Saxon breeches pocket, or

SPLEUCHAN, as he called it, to deposit the treasure in his fob; and then, as if he conceived the benevolence

called for some requital on his part, he gathered close up to Edward, with an expression of countenance

peculiarly knowing, and spoke in an undertone, 'If his honour thought ta auld deevil Whig carle was a bit

'Her ain sell,' replied Callum, 'could wait for him a wee bit frae the toun, and kittle his quarters wi' her

Callum unbuttoned his coat, raised his left arm, and, with an emphatic nod, pointed to the hilt of a small dirk,

snugly deposited under it, in the lining of his jacket. Waverley thought he had misunderstood his meaning; he

gazed in his face, and discovered in Callum's very handsome, though embrowned features, just the degree of

roguish malice with which a lad of the same age in England would have brought forward a plan for robbing

'Indeed,' answered the young desperado, 'and I think he has had just a lang enough lease o't, when he's for

Edward saw nothing was to be gained by argument, and therefore contented himself with enjoining Callum to

lay aside all practices against the person of Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks; in which injunction the page seemed

'Ta Duinhewassel might please himsell; ta auld rudas loon had never done Callum nae ill. But here's a bit

The letter from the Chief contained Flora's lines on the fate of Captain Wogan, whose enterprising character

is so well drawn by Clarendon. He had originally engaged in the service of the Parliament, but had abjured

that party upon the execution of Charles I; and upon hearing that the royal standard was set up by the Earl of

Glencairn and General Middleton in the Highlands of Scotland, took leave of Charles II, who was then at

Paris, passed into England, assembled a body of cavaliers in the neighbourhood of London, and traversed the

kingdom, which had been so long under domination of the usurper, by marches conducted with such skill,

dexterity, and spirit, that he safely united his handful of horsemen with the body of Highlanders then in arms.

After several months of desultory warfare, in which Wogan's skill and courage gained him the highest

reputation, he had the misfortune to be wounded in a dangerous manner, and no surgical assistance being

Where were obvious reasons why the politic Chieftain was desirous to place the example of this young hero

under the eye of Waverley, with whose romantic disposition it coincided so peculiarly. But his letter turned

chiefly upon some trifling commissions which Waverley had promised to execute for him in England, and it

was only toward the conclusion that Edward found these words: 'I owe Flora a grudge for refusing us her

company yesterday; and as I am giving you the trouble of reading these lines, in order to keep in your

memory your promise to procure me the fishingtackle and crossbow from London, I will enclose her

verses on the Grave of Wogan. This I know will tease her; for, to tell you the truth, I think her more in love

with the memory of that dead hero, than she is likely to be with any living one, unless he shall tread a similar

path. But English squires of our day keep their oaktrees to shelter their deerparks, or repair the losses of an

evening at White's, and neither invoke them to wreathe their brows nor shelter their graves. Let me hope for

one brilliant exception in a dear friend, to whom I would most gladly give a dearer title.'

Whatever might be the real merit of Flora MacIvor's poetry, the enthusiasm which it intimated was well

calculated to make a corresponding impression upon her lover. The lines were read read againthen

deposited in Waverley's bosomthen again drawn out, and read line by line, in a low and smothered voice,

and with frequent pauses which, prolonged the mental treat, as an epicure protracts, by sipping slowly the

enjoyment of a delicious beverage. The entrance of Mrs. Cruickshanks, with the sublunary articles of dinner

At length the tall, ungainly figure and ungracious visage of Ebenezer presented themselves. The upper part of

his form, notwithstanding the season required no such defence, was shrouded in a large greatcoat, belted

over his under habiliments, and crested with a huge cowl of the same stuff, which, when drawn over the head

and hat, completely overshadowed both, and being buttoned beneath the chin, was called a TROTCOZY.

His hand grasped a huge jockeywhip, garnished with brass mounting. His thin legs tenanted a pair of

gambadoes, fastened at the sides with rusty clasps. Thus accoutred, he stalked into the midst of the apartment,

'I do, as far as Perth; where you may be supplied With a guide to Embro', as your occasions shall require.'

Thus saying, he placed under Waverley's eye the bill which he held in his hand; and at the same time,

selfinvited, filled a glass of wine, and drank devoutly to a blessing on their journey. Waverley stared at the

man's impudence, but, as their connexion was to be short, and promised to be convenient, he made no

observation upon it; and, having paid his reckoning, expressed his intention to depart immediately. He

mounted Dermid accordingly, and sallied forth from the Golden Candlestick, followed by the puritanical

figure we have described, after he had, at the expense of some time and difficulty, and by the assistance of a

'loupingonstane,' or structure of masonry erected for the traveller's convenience in front of the house,

elevated his person to the back of a longbacked, rawboned, thingutted phantom of a brokendown

bloodhorse, on which Waverley's portmanteau was deposited. Our hero, though not in a very gay humour,

could hardly help laughing at the appearance of his new squire, and at imagining the astonishment which his

Edward's tendency to mirth did not escape mine host of the Candlestick, who, conscious of the cause, infused

a double portion of souring into the pharisaical leaven of his countenance, and resolved internally that in one

way or other the young ENGLISHER should pay dearly for the contempt with which he seemed to regard

him. Callum also stood at the gate, and enjoyed, with undissembled glee, the ridiculous figure of Mr.

Cruickshanks. As Waverley passed him, he pulled off his hat respectfully, and approaching his stirrup, bade

Waverley once more thanked, and bade him farewell, and then rode briskly onward, not sorry to be out of

hearing of the shouts of the children, as they beheld old Ebenezer rise and sink in his stirrups, to avoid the

concussions occasioned by a hard trot upon a halfpaved street. The village of was soon several miles

The manner and air of Waverley, but, above all, the glittering contents of his purse, and the indifference with

which he seemed to regard them, somewhat overawed his companion, and deterred him from making any

attempts to enter upon conversation. His own reflections were, moreover, agitated by various surmises, and

by plans of selfinterest, with which these were intimately connected. The travellers journeyed, therefore, in

silence, until it was interrupted by the annunciation, on the part of the guide, that his 'naig had lost a forefoot

This was what lawyers call a FISHING QUESTION, calculated to ascertain how far Waverley was disposed

to submit to petty imposition. 'My part to replace your horse's shoe, you rascal!' said Waverley, mistaking the

'Indubitably,' answered Mr. Cruickshanks; 'though there was no preceese clause to that effect, it canna be

expected that I am to pay for the casualties whilk may befall the puir naig while in your honour's

Rejoiced at discerning there would be no objection made on the part of his temporary master, Mr.

Cruickshanks assured him that Cairnvreckan, a village which they were about to enter, was happy in an

excellent blacksmith; 'but as he was a professor, he would drive a nail for no man on the Sabbath, or

kirkfast, unless it were in a case of absolute necessity, for which he always charged sixpence each shoe.'

The most important part of this communication, in the opinion of the speaker, made a very slight impression

on the hearer, who only internally wondered what college this veterinary professor belonged to; not aware

that the word was used to denote any person who pretended to uncommon sanctity of faith and manner.

As they entered the village of Cairnvreckan, they speedily distinguished the smith's house. Being also a

PUBLIC, it was two stories high, and proudly reared its crest, covered with grey slate, above the thatched

hovels by which it was surrounded. The adjoining smithy betokened none of the Sabbatical silence and

repose which Ebenezer had augured from the sanctity of his friend. On the contrary, hammer clashed and

anvil rang, the bellows groaned, and the whole apparatus of Vulcan appeared to be in full activity. Nor was

the labour of a rural and pacific nature. The master smith, benempt, as his sign intimated, John Mucklewrath,

with two assistants, toiled busily in arranging, repairing, and furbishing old muskets, pistols, and swords,

which lay scattered around his workshop in military confusion. The open shed, containing the forge, was

crowded with persons who came and went as if receiving and communicating important news; and a single

glance at the aspect of the people who traversed the street in haste, or stood assembled in groups, with eyes

elevated, and hands uplifted, announced that some extraordinary intelligence was agitating the public mind of

the municipality of Cairnvreckan. 'There is some news,' said mine host of the Candlestick, pushing his

lanternjawed visage and bareboned nag rudely forward into the crowd'there is some news; and if it

Waverley, with better regulated curiosity than his attendant's, dismounted, and gave his horse to a boy who

stood idling near. It arose, perhaps, from the shyness of his character in early youth, that he felt dislike at

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applying to a stranger even for casual information, without previously glancing at his physiognomy and

appearance. While he looked about in order to select the person with whom he would most willingly hold

communication, the buzz around saved him in some degree the trouble of interrogatories. The names of

Lochiel, Clanronald, Glengarry, and other distinguished Highland Chiefs, among whom Vich Ian Vohr was

repeatedly mentioned, were as familiar in men's mouths as household words; and from the alarm generally

expressed, he easily conceived that their descent into the Lowlands, at the head of their armed tribes, had

Ere Waverley could ask particulars, a strong, largeboned, hard featured woman, about forty, dressed as if

her clothes had been flung on with a pitchfork, her cheeks flushed with a scarlet red where they were not

smutted with soot and lampblack, jostled through the crowd, and, brandishing high a child of two years old,

which she danced in her arms, without regard to its screams of terror, sang forth, with all her might,

'D'ye hear what's come ower ye now,' continued the virago, 'ye whingeing Whig carles? D'ye hear wha's

The Vulcan of Cairnvreckan, who acknowledged his Venus in this exulting Bacchante, regarded her with a

grim and ireforeboding countenance, while some of the senators of the village hastened to interpose.

'Whisht, gudewife; is this a time, or is this a day, to be singing your ranting fule sangs in?a time when the

wine of wrath is poured out without mixture in the cup of indignation, and a day when the land should give

testimony against popery, and prelacy, and quakerism, and independency, and supremacy, and erastianism,

'And that's a' your Whiggery,' reechoed the Jacobite heroine; 'that's a' your Whiggery, and your presbytery,

ye cutlugged, graning carles! What! d'ye think the lads wi' the kilts will care for yer synods and yer

presbyteries, and yer buttockmail, and yer stool o' repentance? Vengeance on the black face o't! Mony an

honester woman's been set upon it than streeks doon beside ony Whig in the country. I mysell'

Here John Mucklewrath, who dreaded her entering upon a detail of personal experience, interposed his

matrimonial authority. 'Gae hame, and be d (that I should say sae), and put on the sowens for supper.'

'And you, ye doil'd dotard,' replied his gentle helpmate, her wrath, which had hitherto wandered abroad over

the whole assembly, being at once and violently impelled into its natural channel, 'ye stand there hammering

dogheads for fules that will never snap them at a Highlandman, instead, of earning bread for your family,

and shoeing this winsome young gentleman's horse that's just come frae the north! I'se warrant him nane of

The eyes of the assembly were now turned upon Waverley, who took the opportunity to beg the smith to shoe

his guide's horse with all speed, as he wished to proceed on his journey;for he had heard enough to make

him sensible that there would be danger in delaying long in this place. The smith's eye rested on him with a

look of displeasure and suspicion, not lessened by the eagerness with which his wife enforced Waverley's

mandate. 'D'ye hear what the weelfavoured young gentleman says, ye drunken ne'erdogood?'

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'But it may be of consequence to the state, sir,' replied an old farmer, smelling strongly of whisky and

peatsmoke; 'and I doubt we maun delay your journey till you have seen the Laird.'

'You certainly,' said Waverley, haughtily, 'will find it both difficult and dangerous to detain me, unless you

There was a pause and a whisper among the crowd'Secretary Murray;' 'Lord Lewis Gordon;' 'Maybe the

Chevalier himsell!' Such were the surmises that passed hurriedly among them, and there was obviously an

increased disposition to resist WaverIey's departure. He attempted to argue mildly with them, but his

voluntary ally, Mrs. Mucklewrath, broke in upon and drowned his expostulations, taking his part with an

abusive violence, which was all set down to Edward's account by those on whom it was bestowed. 'YE'LL

stop ony gentleman that's the Prince's freend?' for she too, though with other feelings, had adopted the general

opinion respecting Waverley. 'I daur ye to touch him,' spreading abroad her long and muscular fingers,

garnished with claws which a vulture might have envied. 'I'll set my ten commandments in the face o' the first

'Gae hame, gudewife, quoth the farmer aforesaid; 'it wad better set you to be nursing the gudeman's bairns

'HIS bairns!' retorted the amazon, regarding her husband with a grin of ineffable contempt'HIS bairns!

This canticle, which excited a suppressed titter among the younger part of the audience, totally overcame the

patience of the taunted man of the anvil. 'Deil be in me but I'll put this het gad down her throat!' cried he, in

an ecstasy of wrath, snatching a bar from the forge; and he might have executed his threat, had he not been

withheld by a part of the mob; while the rest endeavoured to force the termagant out of his presence.

Waverley meditated a retreat in the confusion, but his horse was nowhere to be seen. At length he observed,

at some distance, his faithful attendant, Ebenezer, who, as soon as he had perceived the turn matters were

likely to take, had withdrawn both horses from the press, and, mounted on the one, and holding the other,

answered the loud and repeated calls of Waverley for his horse 'Na, na! if ye are nae friend to kirk and the

king, and are detained as siccan a person, ye maun answer to honest men of the country for breach of

contract; and I maun keep the naig and the walise for damage and expense, in respect my horse and mysell

Edward, out of patience, hemmed in and hustled by the rabble on every side, and every moment expecting

personal violence, resolved to try measures of intimidation, and at length drew a pocketpistol, threatening,

on the one hand, to shoot whomsoever dared to stop him, and, on the other, menacing Ebenezer with a similar

doom, if he stirred a foot with the horses. The sapient Partridge says, that one man with a pistol is equal to a

hundred unarmed, because, though he can shoot but one of the multitude, yet no one knows but that he

himself may be that luckless individual. The levy en masse of Cairnvreckan would therefore probably have

given way, nor would Ebenezer, whose natural paleness had waxed three shades more cadaverous, have

ventured to dispute a mandate so enforced, had not the Vulcan of the village, eager to discharge upon some

more worthy object the fury which his helpmate had provoked, and not ill satisfied to find such an object in

Waverley, rushed at him with the redhot bar of iron, with such determination as made the discharge of his

pistol an act of selfdefence. The unfortunate man fell; and while Edward, thrilled with a natural horror at the

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incident, neither had presence of mind to unsheathe his sword nor to draw his remaining pistol, the populace

threw themselves upon him, disarmed him, and were about to use him with great violence, when the

appearance of a venerable clergyman, the pastor of the parish, put a curb on their fury.

This worthy man (none of the Goukthrapples or Rentowels) maintained his character with the common

people, although he preached the practical fruits of Christian faith, as well as its abstract tenets, and was

respected by the higher orders, notwithstanding he declined soothing their speculative errors by converting

the pulpit of the gospel into a school of heathen morality. Perhaps it is owing to this mixture of faith and

practice in his doctrine, that, although his memory has formed a sort of era in the annals of Cairnvreckan, so

that the parishioners, to denote what befell Sixty Years since, still say it happened 'in good Mr. Morton's

time,' I have never been able to discover which he belonged to, the evangelical, or the moderate party in the

kirk. Nor do I hold the circumstance of much moment, since, in my own remembrance, the one was headed

by an Erskine, the other by a Robertson. [The Rev. John Erskine, D.D., an eminent Scottish divine, and a

most excellent man, headed the Evangelical party in the Church of Scotland at the time when the celebrated

Dr. Robertson, the historian, was the leader of the Moderate party. These two distinguished persons were

colleagues in the Old Grey Friars' Church, Edinburgh; and, however much they differed in church politics,

preserved the most perfect harmony as private friends, and as clergymen serving the same cure.]

Mr. Morton had been alarmed by the discharge of the pistol, and the increasing hubbub around the smithy.

His first attention, after he had directed the bystanders to detain Waverley, but to abstain from injuring him,

was turned to the body of Mucklewrath, over which his wife, in a revulsion of feeling, was weeping, howling,

and tearing her elflocks, in a state little short of distraction. On raising up the smith, the first discovery was,

that he was alive; and the next, that he was likely to live as long as if he had never heard the report of a pistol

in his life. He had made a narrow escape, however; the bullet had grazed his head, and stunned him for a

moment or two, which trance terror and confusion of spirit had prolonged, somewhat longer. He now arose to

demand vengeance on the person of Waverley, and with difficulty acquiesced in the proposal of Mr. Morton,

that he should be carried before the laird, as a justice of peace, and placed at his disposal. The rest of the

assistants unanimously agreed to the measure recommended; even Mrs. Mucklewrath, who had begun to

recover from her hysterics, whimpered forth, 'She wadna say naething against what the minister proposed; he

was e'en ower gude for his trade, and she hoped to see him wi' a dainty decent bishop's gown on his back; a

All controversy being thus laid aside, Waverley, escorted by the whole inhabitants of the village who were

not bedridden, was conducted to the house of Cairnvreckan, which was about half a mile distant.

Major Melville of Cairnvreckan, an elderly gentleman, who had spent his youth in the military service,

received Mr. Morton with great kindness, and our hero with civility. which the equivocal circumstances

The nature of the smith's hurt was inquired into, and as the actual injury was likely to prove trifling, and the

circumstances in which it was received rendered the infliction, on Edward's part, a natural act of

selfdefence, the Major conceived he might dismiss that matter, on Waverley's depositing in his hands a

'I could wish, sir,' continued the Major, 'that my duty terminated here; but it is necessary that we should have

some further inquiry into the cause of your journey through the country at this unfortunate and distracted

Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks now stood forth, and communicated to the magistrate all he knew or suspected,

from the reserve of Waverley, and the evasions of Callum Beg. The horse upon which Edward rode, he said

he knew to belong to Vich Ian Vohr, though he dared not tax Edward's former attendant with the fact, lest he

should have his house and stables burnt over his head some night by that godless gang, the MacIvors. He

concluded by exaggerating his own services to kirk and state, as having been the means, under God (as he

modestly qualified the assertion), of attaching this suspicious and formidable delinquent. He intimated hopes

of future reward, and of instant reimbursement for loss of time, and even of character, by travelling on the

To this Major Melville answered, with great composure, that so far from claiming any merit in this affair, Mr.

Cruickshanks ought to deprecate the imposition of a very heavy fine for neglecting to lodge, in terms of the

recent proclamation, an account with the nearest magistrate of any stranger who came to his inn; that as Mr.

Cruickshanks boasted so much of religion and loyalty, he should not impute this conduct to disaffection, but

only suppose that his zeal for kirk and state had been lulled asleep by the opportunity of charging a stranger

with double horsehire; that, however, feeling himself incompetent to decide singly upon the conduct of a

person of such importance, he should reserve it for consideration of the next quartersessions. Now our

history for the present saith no more of him of the Candlestick, who wended dolorous and malcontent back to

Major Melville then commanded the villagers to return to their homes, excepting two, who officiated as

constables, and whom he directed to wait below. The apartment was thus cleared of every person but Mr.

Morton, whom the Major invited to remain; a sort of factor, who acted as clerk; and Waverley himself. There

ensued a painful and embarrassed pause, till Major Melville, looking upon Waverley with much compassion,

and often consulting a paper or memorandum which he held in his hand, requested to know his

'I thought so; late of the dragoons, and nephew of Sir Everard Waverley of WaverleyHonour?'

'Young gentleman, I am extremely sorry that this painful duty has fallen to my lot.'

'True, sir; permit me, therefore, to ask you how your time has been disposed of since you obtained leave of

'My reply,' said Waverley, 'to so general a question must be guided by the nature of the charge which renders

it necessary. I request to know what that charge is, and upon what authority I am forcibly detained to reply to

'The charge, Mr. Waverley, I grieve to say, is of a very high nature, and affects your character both as a

soldier and a subject. In the former capacity, you are charged with spreading mutiny and rebellion among the

men you commanded, and setting them the example of desertion, by prolonging your own absence from the

regiment, contrary to the express orders of your commandingofficer. The civil crime of which you stand

accused is that of high treason, and levying war against the king, the highest delinquency of which a subject

He handed to Waverley a warrant from the Supreme Criminal Court of Scotland, in full form, for

apprehending and securing the person of Edward Waverley, Esq., suspected of treasonable practices and

The astonishment which Waverley expressed at this communication was imputed by Major Melville to

conscious guilt, while Mr. Morton was rather disposed to construe it into the surprise of innocence unjustly

suspected. There was something true in both conjectures; for although Edward's mind acquitted him of the

crime with which he was charged, yet a hasty review of his own conduct convinced him he might have great

'It is a very painful part of this painful business,' said Major Melville, after a pause, 'that, under so grave a

charge, I must necessarily request to see such papers as you have on your person.'

'You shall, sir, without reserve,' said Edward, throwing his pocketbook and memorandums upon the table;

'You shall see it then, sir; and as it can be of no service, I beg it may be returned.'

He took from his bosom the lines he had that morning received, and presented them with the envelope. The

Major perused them in silence, and directed his clerk to make a copy of them. He then wrapped the copy in

the envelope, and placing it on the table before him, returned the original to Waverley, with an air of

After indulging the prisoner, for such our hero must now be considered, with what he thought a reasonable

time for reflection, Major Melville resumed his examination, premising, that as Mr. Waverley seemed to

object to general questions, his interrogatories should be as specific as his information permitted. He then

proceeded in his investigation, dictating, as he went on, the import of the questions and answers to the

Did Mr. Waverley know one Humphry Houghton, a noncommissioned officer in Gardiner's dragoons?'

'Exactlyand had a considerable share of your confidence, and an influence among his comrades?'

'I had never occasion to repose confidence in a person of his description,' answered Waverley. 'I favoured

Sergeant Houghton as a clever, active young fellow, and I believe his fellow soldiers respected him

'But you used through this man,' answered Major Melville, 'to communicate with such of your troop as were

'Certainly; the poor fellows, finding themselves in a regiment chiefly composed of Scotch or Irish, looked up

to me in any of their little distresses, and naturally made their countryman, and sergeant, their spokesman on

'Sergeant Houghton's influence,' continued the Major, 'extended, then, particularly over those soldiers who

'To that I am just coming, and I beseech your candid reply. Have you, since leaving the regiment, held any

'I!I hold correspondence with a man of his rank and situation! How, or for what purpose?'

'That you are to explain;but did you not, for example, send to him for some books?'

'You remind me of a trifling commission,' said Waverley, 'which I gave Sergeant Houghton, because my

servant could not read. I do recollect I bade him, by letter, select some books, of which I sent him a list, and

'They related almost entirely to elegant literature; they were designed for a lady's perusal.'

'There were some political treatises, into which I hardly looked. They had been sent to me by the

officiousness of a kind friend, whose heart is more to be esteemed than his prudence or political sagacity;

'That friend,' continued the persevering inquirer, 'was a Mr. Pembroke, a nonjuring clergyman, the author of

'But of which, I give you my honour as a gentleman,' replied Waverley, 'I never read six pages.'

'I am not your judge, Mr. Waverley; your examination will be transmitted elsewhere. And now to

proceedDo you know a person that passes by the name of Wily Will, or Will Ruthven?'

'Did you never, through such a person, or any other person, communicate with Sergeant Humphry Houghton,

instigating him to desert, with as many of his comrades as he could seduce to join him, and unite with the

Highlanders and other rebels now in arms under the command of the young Pretender?'

'I assure you I am not only entirely guiltless of the plot you have laid to my charge, but I detest it from the

very bottom of my soul, nor would I be guilty of such treachery to gain a throne, either for myself or any

'Yet when I consider this envelope, in the handwriting of one of those misguided gentlemen who are now in

arms against their country, and the verses which it enclosed, I cannot but find some analogy between the

enterprise I have mentioned and the exploit of Wogan, which the writer seems to expect you should imitate.'

Waverley was struck with the coincidence, but denied that the wishes or expectations of the letterwriter

'But, if I am rightly informed, your time was spent, during your absence from the regiment, between the

house of this Highland Chieftain, and that of Mr. Bradwardine of Bradwardine, also in arms for this

'I do not mean to disguise it; but I do deny, most resolutely, being privy to any of their designs against the

'You do not, however, I presume, intend to deny, that you attended your host Glennaquoich to a rendezvous,

where, under a pretence of a general huntingmatch, most of the accomplices of his treason were assembled

'I acknowledge having been at such a meeting,' said Waverley; 'but I neither heard nor saw anything which

'From thence you proceeded,' continued the magistrate, 'with Glennaquoich and a part of his clan, to join the

army of the young Pretender, and returned, after having paid your homage to him, to discipline and arm the

'I never went with Glennaquoich on such an errand. I never so much as heard that the person whom you

He then detailed the history of his misfortune at the hunting match, and added, that on his return he found

himself suddenly deprived of his commission and did not deny that he then, for the first time, observed

symptoms which indicated a disposition in the Highlanders to take arms; but added, that having no

inclination to join their cause, and no longer any reason for remaining in Scotland, he was now on his return

to his native country, to which he had been summoned by those who had a right to direct his motions, as

Major Melville accordingly perused the letters of Richard Waverley, of Sir Everard, and of Aunt Rachel; but

the inferences he drew from them were different from what Waverley expected. They held the language of

discontent with Government, threw out no obscure hints of revenge; and that of poor Aunt Rachel, which

plainly asserted the justice of the Stuart cause, was held to contain the open avowal of what the others only

'Permit me another question, Mr. Waverley,' said Major Melville. 'Did you not receive repeated letters from

your commanding officer, warning you and commanding you to return to your post, and acquainting you

'I never did, Major Melville. One letter, indeed, I received from him, containing a civil intimation of his wish

that I would employ my leave of absence otherwise than in constant residence at Bradwardine, as to which, I

own, I thought he was not called on to interfere; and, finally, I received, on the same day on which I observed

myself superseded in the Gazette, a second letter from Colonel Gardiner, commanding me to join the

regiment,an order which, owing to my absence, already mentioned and accounted for, I received too late to

be obeyed. If there were any intermediate lettersand certainly, from the Colonel's high character, I think it

'I have omitted, Mr. Waverley,' continued Major Melville, 'to inquire after a matter of less consequence, but

which has nevertheless been publicly talked of to your disadvantage. It is said that a treasonable toast having

been proposed in your hearing and presence, you, holding his Majesty's commission, suffered the task of

resenting it to devolve upon another gentleman of the company. This, sir, cannot be charged against you in a

court of justice; but if, as I am informed, the officers of your regiment requested an explanation of such a

rumour, as a gentleman and soldier, I cannot but be surprised that you did not afford it to them.'

This was too much. Beset and pressed on every hand by accusations, in which gross falsehoods were blended

with such circumstances of truth as could not fail to procure them credit, alone, unfriended, and in a

strange land, Waverley almost gave up his life and honour for lost, and, leaning his head upon his hand,

resolutely refused to answer any further questions, since the fair and candid statement he had already made

Without expressing either surprise or displeasure at the change in Waverley's manner, Major Melville

proceeded composedly to put several other queries to him. 'What does it avail me to answer you?' said

Edward, sullenly. 'You appear convinced of my guilt, and wrest every reply I have made to support your own

preconceived opinion. Enjoy your supposed triumph, then, and torment me no further. If I am capable of the

cowardice and treachery your charge burdens me with, I am not worthy to be believed in any reply I can

make to you. If I am not deserving of your suspicionand God and my own conscience bear evidence with

me that it is sothen I do not see why I should, by my candour, lend my accusers arms against my

innocence. There is no reason I should answer a word more, and I am determined to abide by this resolution.'

'Allow me,' said the magistrate, 'to remind you of one reason that may suggest the propriety of a candid and

open confession. The inexperience of youth, Mr. Waverley, lays it open to the plans of the more designing

and artful; and one of your friends at leastI mean MacIvor of Glennaquoichranks high in the latter

class, as, from your apparent ingenuousness, youth, and unacquaintance with the manners of the Highlands, I

should be disposed to place you among the former. In such a case, a false step, or error like yours, which I

shall be happy to consider as involuntary, may be atoned for, and I would willingly act as intercessor. But as

you must necessarily be acquainted with the strength of the individuals in this country who have assumed

arms, with their means, and with their plans, I must expect you will merit this mediation on my part by a

frank and candid avowal of all that has come to your knowledge upon these heads. In which case, I think I

can venture to promise that a very short personal restraint will be the only ill consequence that can arise from

Waverley listened with great composure until the end of this exhortation, when, springing from his seat, with

an energy he had not yet displayed, he replied, 'Major Melville, since that is your name, I have hitherto

answered your questions with candour, or declined them with temper, because their import concerned myself

alone; but as you presume to esteem me mean enough to commence informer against others, who received

me, whatever may be their public misconduct, as a guest and friend,I declare to you that I consider your

questions as an insult infinitely more offensive than your calumnious suspicions; and that, since my hard

fortune permits me no other mode of resenting them than by verbal defiance, you should sooner have my

heart out of my bosom, than a single syllable of information on subjects which I could only become

Mr. Morton and the Major looked at each other; and the former, who, in the course of the examination, had

been repeatedly troubled with a sorry rheum, had recourse to his snuffbox and his handkerchief.

'Mr. Waverley,' said the Major, 'my present situation prohibits me alike from giving or receiving offence, and

I will not protract a discussion which approaches to either. I am afraid I must sign a warrant for detaining you

in custody, but this house shall for the present be your prison. I fear I cannot persuade you to accept a share

of our supper?(Edward shook his head) but I will order refreshments in your apartment.

Our hero bowed and withdrew, under guard of the officers of justice, to a small but handsome room, where,

declining all offers of food or wine, he flung himself on the bed, and, stupefied by the harassing events and

mental fatigue of this miserable day, he sank into a deep and heavy slumber. This was more than he himself

could have expected; but it is mentioned of the North American Indians, when at the stake of torture, that on

the least intermission of agony, they will sleep until the fire is applied to awaken them.

Major Melville had detained Mr. Morton during his examination of Waverley, both because he thought he

might derive assistance from his practical good sense and approved loyalty, and also because it was agreeable

to have a witness of unimpeached candour and veracity to proceedings which touched the honour and safety

of a young Englishman of high rank and family, and the expectant heir of a large fortune. Every step he knew

would be rigorously canvassed, and it was his business to place the justice and integrity of his own conduct

When Waverley retired, the laird and clergyman of Cairnvreckan sat down in silence to their evening meal.

While the servants were in attendance, neither chose to say anything on the circumstances which occupied

their minds, and neither felt it easy to speak upon any other. The youth and apparent frankness of Waverley

stood in strong contrast to the shades of suspicion which darkened around him, and he had a sort of

NAIVETE and openness of demeanour, that seemed to belong to one unhackneyed in the ways of intrigue,

Each mused over the particulars of the examination, and each viewed it through the medium of his own

feelings. Both were men of ready and acute talent, and both were equally competent to combine various parts

of evidence, and to deduce from them the necessary conclusions. But the wide difference of their habits and

education often occasioned a great discrepancy in their respective deductions from admitted premises.

Major Melville had been versed in camps and cities; he was vigilant by profession, and cautious from

experience; had met with much evil in the world, and therefore, though himself an upright magistrate and an

honourable man, his opinions of others were always strict, and sometimes unjustly severe. Mr. Morton, on

the contrary, had passed from the literary pursuits of a college, where he was beloved by his companions, and

respected by his teachers, to the ease and simplicity of his present charge, where his opportunities of

witnessing evil were few, and never dwelt upon but in order to encourage repentance and amendment; and

where the love and respect of his parishioners repaid his affectionate zeal in their behalf, by endeavouring to

disguise from him what they knew would give him the most acute pain, namely, their own occasional

transgressions of the duties which it was the business of his life to recommend. Thus it was a common saying

in the neighbourhood (though both wore popular characters), that the laird knew only the ill in the parish, and

A love of letters, though kept in subordination to his clerical studies and duties, also distinguished the pastor

of Cairnvreckan, and had tinged his mind in earlier days with a slight feeling of romance, which no after

incidents of real life had entirely dissipated. The early loss of an amiable young woman, whom he had

married for love, and who was quickly followed to the grave by an only child, had also served, even after the

lapse of many years, to soften a disposition naturally mild and contemplative. His feelings on the present

occasion were therefore likely to differ from those of the severe disciplinarian, strict magistrate, and

When the servants had withdrawn, the silence of both parties continued, until Major Melville, filling his

glass, and pushing the bottle to Mr. Morton, commenced. 'A distressing affair this, Mr. Morton. I fear this

'Marry, and amen,' said the temporal magistrate; 'but I think even your merciful logic will hardly deny the

'Surely, Major,' answered the clergyman, 'I should hope it might be averted, for aught we have heard

'Indeed!' replied Melville. 'But, my good parson, you are one of those who would communicate to every

'Unquestionably I would: mercy and longsuffering are the grounds of the doctrine I am called to teach.'

'True, religiously speaking; but mercy to a criminal may be gross injustice to the community. I don't speak of

this young fellow in particular, who I heartily wish may be able to clear himself, for I like both his modesty

'And why? Hundreds of misguided gentlemen are now in arms against the Government; many, doubtless,

upon principles which education and early prejudice have gilded with the names of patriotism and

heroism;Justice, when she selects her victims from such a multitude (for surely all will not be destroyed),

must regard the moral motive. He whom ambition, or hope of personal advantage, has led to disturb the peace

of a well ordered government, let him fall a victim to the laws; but surely youth, misled by the wild visions

'If visionary chivalry and imaginary loyalty come within the predicament of high treason,' replied the

magistrate, 'I know no court in Christendom, my dear Mr. Morton, where they can sue out their Habeas

'But I cannot see that this youth's guilt is at all established to my satisfaction,' said the clergyman.

'Because your good nature blinds your good sense,' replied Major Melville. 'Observe now: this young man,

descended of a family of hereditary Jacobites, his uncle the leader of the Tory interest in the county of , his

father a disobliged and discontented courtier, his tutor a nonjuror, and the author of two treasonable

volumesthis youth, I say, enters into Gardiner's dragoons, bringing with him a bodyof young fellows

from his uncle's estate, who have not stickled at avowing, in their way, the High Church principles they

learned at WaverleyHonour, in their disputes with their comrades. To these young men Waverley is

unusually attentive; they are supplied with money beyond a soldier's wants, and inconsistent with his

discipline; and are under the management of a favourite sergeant, through whom they hold an unusually close

communication with their captain, and affect to consider themselves as independent of the other officers, and

'All this, my dear Major, is the natural consequence of their attachment to their young landlord, and of their

finding themselves in a regiment levied chiefly in the north of Ireland and the west of Scotland, and of course

among comrades disposed to quarrel with them, both as Englishmen, and as members of the Church of

'Well said, parson!' replied the magistrate.'I would some of your synod heard you.But let me go on. This

young man obtains leave of absence, goes to TullyVeolanthe principles of the Baron of Bradwardine are

pretty well known, not to mention that this lad's uncle brought him off in the year fifteen; he engages there in

a brawl, in which he is said to have disgraced the commission he bore; Colonel Gardiner writes to him, first

mildly, then more sharplyI think you will not doubt his having done so, since he says so; the mess invite

him to explain the quarrel in which he is said to have been involved; he neither replies to his commander nor

his comrades. In the meanwhile, his soldiers become mutinous and disorderly, and at length, when the

rumour of this unhappy rebellion becomes general, his favourite Sergeant Houghton, and another fellow, are

detected in correspondence with a French emissary, accredited, as he says, by Captain Waverley, who urges

him, according to the men's confession, to desert with the troop and join their captain, who was with Prince

Charles. In the meanwhile this trusty captain is, by his own admission, residing at Glennaquoich with the

most active, subtle, and desperate Jacobite in Scotland; he goes with him at least as far as their famous

hunting rendezvous, and I fear a little farther. Meanwhile two other summonses are sent him; one warning

him of the disturbances in his troop, another peremptorily ordering him to repair to the regiment, which,

indeed, common sense might have dictated, when he observed rebellion thickening all round him. He returns

'But he regrets,' replied Melville, 'that the measure had anticipated his resignation. His baggage is seized at

his quarters, and at TullyVeolan, and is found to contain a stock of pestilent jacobitical pamphlets, enough

to poison a whole country, besides the unprinted lucubrations of his worthy friend and tutor Mr. Pembroke.

'In an ordinary case I should believe him,' replied the magistrate, 'for they are as stupid and pedantic in

composition, as mischievous in their tenets. But can you suppose anything but value for the principles they

maintain would induce a young man of his age to lug such trash about with him? Then, when news arrive of

the approach of the rebels, he sets out in a sort of disguise, refusing to tell his name; and, if yon old fanatic

tell truth, attended by a very suspicious character, and mounted on a horse known to have belonged to

Glennaquoich, and bearing on his person letters from his family expressing high rancour against the house of

Brunswick, and a copy of verses in praise of one Wogan, who abjured the service of the Parliament to join

the Highland insurgents, when in arms to restore the house of Stuart, with a body of English cavalry the very

counterpart of his own plotand summed up with a "Go thou and do likewise," from that loyal subject, and

most safe and peaceable character, Fergus Mac Ivor of Glennaquoich, Vich Ian Vohr, and so forth. And,

lastly,' continued Major Melville, warming in the detail of his arguments, 'where do we find this second

edition of Cavalier Wogan? Why, truly, in the very track most proper for execution of his design, and

pistolling the first of the king's subjects who ventures to question his intentions.'

Mr. Morton prudently abstained from argument, which be perceived would only harden the magistrate in his

'It is a question of some difficulty, considering the state of the country,' said Major Melville.

'Could you not detain him (being such a gentlemanlike young man) here in your own house, out of harm's

'My good friend,' said Major Melville, 'neither your house nor mine will be long out of harm's way, even

were it legal to confine him here. I have just learned that the commanderin chief, who marched into the

Highlands to seek out and disperse the insurgents, has declined giving them battle at Corryerick, and marched

on northward with all the disposable force of Government to Inverness, Johno'Groat's House, or the devil,

for what I know, leaving the road to the Low Country open and undefended to the Highland army.'

'None of the three, I believe,' answered Melville. 'Sir John has the commonplace courage of a common

soldier, is honest enough, does what he is commanded, and understands what is told him, but is as fit to act

for himself in circumstances of importance, as I, my dear parson, to occupy your pulpit.'

This important public intelligence naturally diverted the discourse from Waverley for some time; at length,

'I believe,' said Major Melville, 'that I must give this young man in charge to some of the detached parties of

armed volunteers, who were lately sent out to overawe the disaffected districts, They are now recalled

towards Stirling, and a small body comes this way tomorrow or next day, commanded by the westland

man,what's his name?You saw him, and said he was the very model of one of Cromwell's military

Gilfillan, the Cameronian,' answered Mr. Morton. 'I wish the young gentleman may be safe with him. Strange

things are done in the heat and hurry of minds in so agitating a crisis, and I fear Gilfillan is of a sect which

'He has only to lodge Mr. Waverley in Stirling Castle,' said the Major: 'I will give strict injunctions to treat

him well. I really cannot devise any better mode for securing him, and I fancy you would hardly advise me to

'But you will have no objection to my seeing him tomorrow in private?' said the minister.

'None, certainly; your loyalty and character are my warrant. But with what view do you make the request?'

'Simply,' replied Mr. Morton, 'to make the experiment whether he may not be brought to communicate to me

some circumstances which may hereafter be useful to alleviate, if not to exculpate his conduct.'

The friends now parted and retired to rest, each filled with the most anxious reflections on the state of the

Waverley awoke in the morning, from troubled dreams and unrefreshing slumbers, to a full consciousness of

the horrors of his situation. How it might terminate he knew not. He might be delivered up to military law,

which, in the midst of civil war, was not likely to be scrupulous in the choice of its victims, or the quality of

the evidence. Nor did he feel much more comfortable at the thoughts of a trial before a Scottish court of

justice, where he knew the laws and forms differed in many respects from those of England, and had been

taught to believe, however erroneously, that the liberty and rights of the subject were less carefully protected.

A sentiment of bitterness rose in his mind against the Government, which he considered as the cause of his

embarrassment and peril, and he cursed internally his scrupulous rejection of MacIvor's invitation to

'Why did not I,' he said to himself, 'like other men of honour, take the earliest opportunity to welcome to

Britain the descendant of her ancient kings, and lineal heir of her throne? Why did not I

All that has been recorded of excellence and worth in the house of Waverley has been founded upon their

loyal faith to the house of Stuart. From the interpretation which this Scotch magistrate has put upon the letters

of my uncle and father, it is plain that I ought to have understood them as marshalling me to the course of my

ancestors; and it has been my gross dullness, joined to the obscurity of expression which they adopted for the

sake of security, that has confounded my judgement. Had I yielded to the first generous impulse of

indignation when I learned that my honour was practised upon, how different had been my present situation!

I had then been free and in arms, fighting, like my forefathers, for love, for loyalty, and for fame. And now I

am here, netted and in the toils, at the disposal of a suspicious, stern, and coldhearted man, perhaps to be

turned over to the solitude of a dungeon, or the infamy of a public execution. O Fergus! how true has your

While Edward was ruminating on these painful subjects of contemplation, and very naturally, though not

quite so justly, bestowing upon the reigning dynasty that blame which was due to chance, or, in part at least,

to his own unreflecting conduct, Mr. Morton availed himself of Major Melville's permission to pay him an

Waverley's first impulse was to intimate a desire that he might not be disturbed with questions or

conversation; but he suppressed it upon observing the benevolent and reverend appearance of the clergyman

'I believe, sir,' said the unfortunate young man, 'that in any other circumstances I should have had as much

gratitude to express to you as the safety of my life may be worth; but such is the present tumult of my mind,

and such is my anticipation of what I am yet likely to endure, that I can hardly offer you thanks for your

Mr. Morton replied, that, far from making any claim upon his good opinion, his only wish and the sole

purpose of his visit was to find out the means of deserving it. 'My excellent friend, Major Melville,' he

continued, 'has feelings and duties as a soldier and public functionary, by which I am not fettered; nor can I

always coincide in opinions which he forms, perhaps with too little allowance for the imperfections of human

nature. He paused, and then proceeded: 'I do not intrude myself on your confidence, Mr. Waverley, for the

purpose of learning any circumstances, the knowledge of which can be prejudicial either to yourself or to

others; but I own my earnest wish is, that you would entrust me with any particulars which could lead to your

exculpation. I can solemnly assure you they will be deposited with a faithful, and, to the extent of his limited

'You are, sir, I presume, a Presbyterian clergyman?'Mr. Morton bowed.'Were I to be guided by the

prepossessions of education, I might distrust your friendly professions in my case; but I have observed that

similar prejudices are nourished in this country against your professional brethren of the Episcopal

'Evil to him that thinks otherwise,' said Mr. Morton; 'or who holds church government and ceremonies as the

'But,' continued Waverley, 'I cannot perceive why I should trouble you with a detail of particulars, out of

which, after revolving them as carefully as possible in my recollection, I find myself unable to explain much

of what is charged against me. I know, indeed, that I am innocent, but I hardly see how I can hope to prove

'It is for that very reason, Mr. Waverley,' said the clergyman, 'that I venture to solicit your confidence. My

knowledge of individuals in this country is pretty general, and can upon occasion be extended. Your situation

will, I fear, preclude you taking those active steps for recovering intelligence, or tracing imposture, which I

would willingly undertake in your behalf; and if you are not benefited by my exertions, at least they cannot

Waverley, after a few minutes' reflection, was convinced that his reposing confidence in Mr. Morton, so far

as he himself was concerned, could hurt neither Mr. Bradwardine nor Fergus MacIvor, both of whom had

openly assumed arms against the Government, and that it might possibly, if the professions of his new friend

corresponded in sincerity with the earnestness of his expression, be of some service to himself. He therefore

ran briefly over most of the events with which the reader is already acquainted, suppressing his attachment to

Flora, and indeed neither mentioning her nor Rose Bradwardine in the course of his narrative.

Mr. Morton seemed particularly struck with the account of Waverley's visit to Donald Bean Lean. 'I am glad,'

he said, 'you did not mention this circumstance to the Major. It is capable of great misconstruction on the

part; of those who do not consider the power of curiosity and the influence of romance as motives of youthful

conduct. When I was a young man like you, Mr. Waverley, any such hairbrained expedition (I beg your

pardon for the expression) would have had inexpressible charms for me. But there are men in the world who

will not believe that danger and fatigue are often incurred without any very adequate cause, and therefore

who are sometimes led to assign motives of action entirely foreign to the truth. This man Bean Lean is

renowned through the country as a sort of Robin Hood, and the stories which are told of his address and

enterprise are the common tales of the winter fireside. He certainly possesses talents beyond the rude sphere

in which he moves; and, being neither destitute of ambition nor encumbered with scruples, he will probably

attempt, by every means, to distinguish himself during the period of these unhappy commotions.' Mr. Morton

then made a careful memorandum of the various particulars of Waverley's interview with Donald Bean Lean,

The interest which this good man seemed to take in his misfortunes,above all, the full confidence he

appeared to repose in his innocence,had the natural effect of softening Edward's heart, whom the coldness

of Major Melville had taught to believe that the world was leagued to oppress him. He shook Mr. Morton

warmly by the hand, and assuring him that his kindness and sympathy had relieved his mind of a heavy load,

told him, that whatever might be his own fate, he belonged to a family who had both gratitude and the power

The earnestness of his thanks called drops to the eyes of the worthy clergyman, who was doubly interested in

the cause for which he had volunteered his services, by observing the genuine and undissembled feelings of

'Stirling Castle,' replied. his friend; 'and so far I am well pleased for your sake, for the governor is a man of

honour and humanity. But I am more doubtful of your treatment upon the road; Major Melville is

'I am glad of it,' answered Waverley. 'I detest that cold blooded calculating Scotch magistrate. I hope he and

I shall never meet more: he had neither sympathy with my innocence nor my wretchedness; and the petrifying

accuracy with which he attended to every form of civility, while he tortured me by his questions, his

suspicions, and his inferences, was as tormenting as the racks of the Inquisition. Do not vindicate him, my

dear sir, for that I cannot bear with patience; tell me rather who is to have the charge of so important a state

'I believe a person called Gilfillan, one of the sect who are termed Cameronians.'

'They claim,' said the clergyman, 'to represent the more strict and severe Presbyterians, who in Charles

Second's and James Second's days, refused to profit by the Toleration, or Indulgence, as it was called, which

was extended to others of that religion. They held conventicles in the open fields, and being treated, with

great violence and cruelty by the Scottish government, more than once took arms during those reigns. They

'I recollect,' said Waverley; 'but did not the triumph of Presbytery at the Revolution extinguish that sect?'

'By no means,' replied Morton; 'that great event fell yet far short of what they proposed, which was nothing

less than the complete establishment of the Presbyterian Church, upon the grounds of the old Solemn League

and Covenant. Indeed, I believe they scarce knew what they wanted; but being a numerous body of men, and

not unacquainted with the use of arms, they kept themselves together as a separate party in the state, and at

the time of the Union had nearly formed a most unnatural league with their old enemies, the Jacobites, to

oppose that important national measure. Since that time their numbers have gradually diminished; but a good

many are still to be found in the western counties, and several, with a better temper than in 1707, have now

taken arms for Government, This person, whom they call Gifted Gilfillan, has been long a leader among

them, and now heads a small party, which will pass here today, or tomorrow, on their march towards

Stirling, under whose escort Major Melville proposes you shall travel. I would willingly speak to Gilfillan in

your behalf; but, having deeply imbibed all the prejudices of his sect, and being of the same fierce

disposition, he would pay little regard to the remonstrances of an Erastian divine, as he would politely term

me.And now, farewell, my young friend; for the present, I must not weary out the Major's indulgence, that

About noon, Mr. Morton returned, and brought an invitation from Major Melville that Mr. Waverley would

honour him with his company to dinner, notwithstanding the unpleasant affair which detained him at

Cairnvreckan, from which he should heartily rejoice to see Mr. Waverley completely extricated. The truth

was, that Mr. Morton's favourable report and opinion had somewhat staggered the preconceptions of the old

soldier concerning Edward's supposed accession to the mutiny in the regiment; and in the unfortunate state of

the country, the mere suspicion of disaffection, or an inclination to join the insurgent Jacobites, might infer

criminality indeed, but certainly not dishonour. Besides, a person whom the Major trusted had reported to

him (though, as it proved, inaccurately) a contradiction of the agitating news of the preceding evening.

According to this second edition of the intelligence, the Highlanders had withdrawn from the Lowland

frontier with the purpose of following the army in their march to Inverness. The Major was at a loss, indeed,

to reconcile his information with the wellknown abilities of some of the gentlemen in the Highland army,

yet it was the course which was likely to be most agreeable to others. He remembered the same policy had

detained them in the north in the year 1715, and he anticipated a similar termination to the insurrection as

This news put him in such good humour, that he readily acquiesced in Mr. Morton's proposal to pay some

hospitable attention to his unfortunate guest, and voluntarily added, he hoped the whole affair would prove a

youthful escapade, which might be easily atoned by a short confinement. The kind mediator had some trouble

to prevail on his young friend to accept the invitation. He dared not urge to him the real motive, which was a

good natured wish to secure a favourable report of Waverley's case from Major Melville to Governor

Blakeney. He remarked, from the flashes of our hero's spirit, that touching upon this topic would be sure to

defeat his purpose. He therefore pleaded, that the invitation argued the Major's disbelief of any part of the

accusation which was inconsistent with Waverley's conduct as a soldier and a man of honour, and that to

decline his courtesy might be interpreted into a consciousness that it was unmerited. In short, he so far

satisfied Edward that the manly and proper course was to meet the Major on easy terms, that, suppressing his

strong dislike again to encounter his cold and punctilious civility, Waverley agreed to be guided by his new

friend. The meeting, at first, was stiff and formal enough. But Edward, having accepted the invitation, and his

mind being really soothed and relieved by the kindness of Morton, held himself bound to behave with ease,

though he could not affect cordiality. The Major was somewhat of a BON VIVANT, and his wine was

excellent. He told his old campaign stories, and displayed much knowledge of men and manners. Mr. Morton

had an internal fund of placid and quiet gaiety, which seldom failed to enliven any small party in which he

found himself pleasantly seated. Waverley, whose life was a dream, gave ready way to the predominating

impulse, and became the most lively of the party. He had at all times remarkable natural powers of

conversation, though easily silenced by discouragement. On the present occasion, he piqued himself upon

leaving on the minds of his companions a favourable impression of one who, under such disastrous

circumstances, could sustain his misfortunes with ease and gaiety. His spirits, though not unyielding, were

abundantly elastic, and soon seconded his efforts. The trio were engaged in very lively discourse, apparently

delighted with each other, and the kind host was pressing a third bottle of Burgundy, when the sound of a

drum was heard at some distance. The Major, who, in the glee of an old soldier, had forgot the duties of a

magistrate, cursed, with a muttered military oath, the circumstances which recalled him to his official

functions. He rose and went towards the window, which commanded a very near view of the highroad, and

The drum advanced, beating no measured martial tune, but a kind of rubadubdub, like that with which the

firedrum startles the slumbering artisans of a Scotch burgh. It is the object of this history to do justice to all

men; I must therefore record, in justice to the drummer, that he protested he could beat any known march or

point of war known in the British army, and had accordingly commenced with 'Dumbarton's Drums,' when he

was silenced by Gifted Gilfillan, the commander of the party, who refused to permit his followers to move to

this profane, and even, as he said, persecuting tune, and commanded the drummer to beat the 119th Psalm. As

this was beyond the capacity of the drubber of sheepskin, he was fain to have recourse to the inoffensive

rowdedow, as a harmless substitute for the sacred music which his instrument or skill were unable to

achieve. This may be held a trifling anecdote, but the drummer in question was no less than towndrummer

of Anderton. I remember his successor in office, a member of that enlightened body, the British Convention:

On hearing the unwelcome sound of the drum, Major Melville hastily opened a sashed door, and stepped out

upon a sort of terrace which divided his house from the highroad from which the martial music proceeded.

Waverley and his new friend followed him, though probably he would have dispensed with their attendance.

They soon recognized in solemn march, first, the performer upon the drum; secondly, a large flag of four

compartments, on which were inscribed the words COVENANTS, RELIGION, KING, KINGDOMES. The

person who was honoured with this charge was followed by the commander of the party, a thin, dark,

rigidlooking man, about sixty years old. The spiritual pride, which in mine Host of the Candlestick mantled

in a sort of supercilious hypocrisy, was, in this man's face, elevated and yet darkened by genuine and

undoubting fanaticism. It was impossible to behold him without imagination placing him in some strange

crisis, where religious zeal was the ruling principle. A martyr at the stake, a soldier in the field, a lonely and

banished wanderer consoled by the intensity and supposed purity of his faith under every earthly privation;

perhaps a persecuting inquisitor, as terrible in power as unyielding in adversity; any of these seemed

congenial characters to this personage. With these high traits of energy, there was something in the affected

precision and solemnity of his deportment and discourse, that bordered upon the ludicrous; so that, according

to the mood of the spectator's mind, and the light under which Mr. Gilfillan presented himself, one might

have feared; admired, or laughed at him. His dress was that of a westcountry peasant, of better materials

indeed than that of the lower rank, but in no respect affecting either the mode of the age, or of the Scottish

gentry at any period. His arms were a broadsword and pistols, which, from the antiquity of their appearance,

As he came up a few steps to meet Major Melville, and touched solemnly, but slightly, his huge and

overbrimmed blue bonnet, in answer to the Major, who had courteously raised a small triangular goldlaced

hat, Waverley was irresistibly impressed with the idea that he beheld a leader of the Roundheads of yore in

The group of about thirty armed men who followed this gifted commander, was of a motley description. They

were in ordinary Lowland dresses, of different colours, which, contrasted with the arms they bore, gave them

an irregular and mobbish appearance; so much is the eye accustomed to connect uniformity of dress with the

military character. In front were a few who apparently partook of their leader's enthusiasm; men obviously to

be feared in a combat where their natural courage was exalted by religious zeal. Others puffed and strutted,

filled with the importance of carrying arms, and all the novelty of their situation, while the rest, apparently

fatigued with their march, dragged their limbs listlessly along, or straggled from their companions to procure

such refreshments as the neighbouring cottages and alehouses afforded.Six grenadiers of Ligonier's,

thought the Major to himself, as his mind reverted to his own military experience, would have sent all these

Greeting, however, Mr. Gilfillan civilly, he requested to know if he had received the letter he had sent to him

upon his march, and could undertake the charge of the state prisoner whom he there mentioned, as far as

Stirling Castle. 'Yea,' was the concise reply of the Cameronian leader, in a voice which seemed to issue from

'But your escort, Mr. Gilfillan, is not so strong as I expected,' said Major Melville,

'Some of the people,' replied Gilfillan, 'hungered and were athirst by the way, and tarried until their poor

'I am sorry, sir,' replied the Major, 'you did not trust to your refreshing your men at Cairnvreckan; whatever

'It was not of creature comforts I spake,' answered the Covenanter, regarding Major Melville with something

like a smile of contempt; 'howbeit, I thank you; but the people remained waiting upon the precious Mr.

'And have you, sir,' said the Major, 'when the rebels are about to spread themselves through this country,

Gilfillan again smiled scornfully as he made this indirect answer,'Even thus are the children of this world

'However, sir,' said the Major, 'as you are to take charge of this gentleman to Stirling, and deliver him, with

these papers, into the hands of Governor Blakeney, I beseech you to observe some rules of military discipline

upon your march. For example, I would advise you to keep your men more closely together, and that each, in

his march, should cover his fileleader, instead of straggling like geese upon a common; and, for fear of

surprise, I further recommend to you to form a small advanceparty of your best men, with a single vidette in

front of the whole march, so that when you approach a village or a wood'(Here the Major interrupted

himself)'But as I don't observe you listen to me, Mr. Gilfillan, I suppose I need not give myself the trouble

to say more upon the subject. You are a better judge, unquestionably, than I am, of the measures to be

pursued; but one thing I would have you well aware of, that you are to treat this gentleman, your prisoner,

with no rigour nor incivility, and are to subject him to no other restraint than is necessary for his security.'

'I have looked into my commission,' said Mr. Gilfillan, subscribed by a worthy and professing nobleman,

William, Earl of Glencairn; nor do I find it therein set down that I am to receive any charges or commands

Major Melville reddened even to the wellpowdered ears which appeared beneath his neat military

sidecurls, the more so, as he observed Mr. Morton smile at the same moment. 'Mr. Gilfillan,' he answered

with some asperity, 'I beg ten thousand pardons for interfering with a person of your importance. I thought,

however, that as you have been bred a grazier, if I mistake not, there might be occasion to remind you of the

difference between Highlanders and Highland cattle; and if you should happen to meet with any gentleman

who has seen service; and is disposed to speak upon the subject, I should still imagine that listening to him

would do you no sort of harm. But I have done, and have only once more to recommend this gentleman to

your civility, as well as to your custody. Mr, Waverley, I am truly sorry we should part in this way; but I

trust, when you are again in this country, I may have an opportunity to render Cairnvreckan more agreeable

So saying, he shook our hero by the hand. Morton also took an affectionate farewell; and Waverley, having

mounted his horse, with a musketeer leading it by the bridle, and a file upon each side to prevent his escape,

set forward upon the march with Gilfillan and his party. Through the little village they were accompanied

with the shouts of the children, who cried out, 'Eh! see to the Southland gentleman, that's gaun to be hanged

The dinnerhour of Scotland Sixty Years since was two o'clock. It was therefore about four o'clock of a

delightful autumn afternoon that Mr. Gilfillan commenced his march, in hopes, although Stirling was

eighteen miles distant, he might be able, by becoming a borrower of the night for an hour or two, to reach it

that evening. He therefore put forth his strength, and marched stoutly along at the head of his followers,

eyeing our hero from time to time, as if he longed to enter into controversy with him. At length unable to

resist the temptation, he slackened his pace till he was alongside of his prisoner's horse, and after marching a

few steps in silence abreast of him, he suddenly asked,'Can ye say wha the carle was wi' the black coat;

'Presbyterian!' answered Gilfillan contemptuously: 'a wretched Erastian, or rather an obscured Prelatist,a

favourer of the black Indulgence; ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark: they tell ower a clash o' terror and a

clatter o' comfort in their sermons, without ony sense, or savour, or life.Ye've been fed in siccan a fauld,

And they're just neighbourlike,' replied the Covenanter; 'and nae wonder they gree sae weel. Wha wad hae

thought the goodly structure of the Kirk of Scotland, built up by our fathers in 1642, wad hae been defaced by

carnal ends and, the corruptions of the time;aye, wha wad hae thought the carved work of the sanctuary

To this lamentation, which one or two of the assistants chorussed with a deep groan, our hero thought it

unnecessary to make any reply. Whereupon Mr. Gilfillan, resolving that he should be a hearer at least, if not a

'And now is it wonderful, when, for lack of exercise anent the call to the service of the altar and the duty of

the day, ministers fall into sinful compliances with patronage, and indemnities, and oaths, and bonds, and,

other corruptions,is it wonderful, I say, that you, sir, and other siclike unhappy persons, should labour to

build up your auld Babel of iniquity, as in the bluidy persecuting saintkilling times? I trow, gin ya werena

blinded wi' the graces and favours, and services and enjoyments, and employments and inheritances, of this

wicked world, I could prove to you, by the Scripture, in what a filthy rag ye put your trust; and that your

surplices, and your copes and vestments, are but castoffgarments of the muckle harlot, that sitteth upon

seven hills, and drinketh of the cup of abomination. But, I trow, ye are deaf as adders upon that side of the

head; aye, ye are deceived with her enchantments, and ye traffic with her merchandise, and ye are drunk with

How much longer this military theologist might have continued his invective, in which he spared nobody but

the scattered remnant of HILLFOLK, as he called them, is absolutely uncertain. His matter was copious, his

voice powerful, and his memory strong; so that there was little chance of his ending his exhortation till the

party had reached Stirling, had not his attention been attracted by a pedlar who had joined the march from a

crossroad, and who sighed or groaned with great regularity at all fitting pauses of his homily.

'A puir pedler, that's bound for Stirling, and craves the protection of your honour's party in these kittle times.

Ah! your honour has a notable faculty in searching and explaining the secret,aye, the secret and obscure

and incomprehensible causes of the backslidings of the land; aye, your honour touches the root o' the matter.'

'Friend,' said Gilfillan, with a more complacent voice than he had hitherto used, 'honour not me. I do not go

out to park dikes, and to steadings, and to markettowns, to have herds and cottars and burghers pull off

their bonnets to me as they do to Major Melville o' Cairnvreckan, and ca' me laird, or captain, or

honour;no; my sma' means, whilk are not aboon twenty thousand merk, have had the blessing of increase,

but the pride of heart has not increased with them; nor do I delight to be called captain, though I have the

subscribed commission of that gospel searching nobleman, the Earl of Glencairn, in whilk I am so

designated. While I live, I am and will be called Habakkuk Gilfillan, who will stand up for the standards of

doctrine agreed on by the ancefamous Kirk of Scotland, before she trafficked with the accursed Achan,

'Ah,' said the pedlar, 'I have seen your land about Mauchlina fertile spot! your lines have fallen in pleasant

'Ye say right,ye say right, friend,' retorted Gilfillan eagerly, for he was not inaccessible to flattery upon this

subject,'ye say right; they are the real Lancashire, and there's no the like o' them even at the Mains of

Kilmaurs;' and he then entered into a discussion of their excellences, to which our readers will probably be as

indifferent as our hero. After this excursion, the leader returned to his theological discussions, while the

pedlar, less profound upon those mystic points, contented himself with groaning, and expressing his

'What a blessing it would be to the puir blinded popish nations among whom I hae sojourned, to have siccan a

light to their paths! I hae been as far as Muscovia in my sma' trading way, as a travelling merchant; and I hae

been through France, and the Low Countries, and a' Poland, and maist feck o' Germany; and oh! it would

grieve your honour's soul to see the murmuring, and the singing, and massing, that's in the kirk, and the

piping that's in the quire, and the heathenish dancing and dicing upon the Sabbath!'

This set Gilfillan off upon the Book of Sports and the Covenant, and the Engagers, and the Protesters, and the

Whiggamore's Raid, and the Assembly of Divines at Westminster, and the Longer and Shorter Catechism,

and the Excommunication at Torwood, and the slaughter of Archbishop Sharp. This last topic, again, led him

into the lawfulness of defensive arms, on which subject he uttered much more sense than could have been

expected from some other parts of his harangue, and attracted even Waverley's attention, who had hitherto

been lost in his own sad reflections. Mr. Gilfillan then considered the lawfulness of a private man's standing

forth as the avenger of public oppression, and as he was labouring with great earnestness the cause of Mas

James Mitchell, who fired at the Archbishop of St. Andrews some years before the prelate's assassination on

The rays of the sun were lingering on the very verge of the horizon, as the party ascended a hollow and

somewhat steep path, which led to the summit of a rising ground. The country was unenclosed, being part of

a very extensive heath or common; but it was far from level, exhibiting in many places hollows filled with

furze and broom; in others little dingles of stunted brushwood. A thicket of the latter description crowned the

hill up which the party ascended. The foremost of the band, being the stoutest and most active, had pushed

on, and having surmounted the ascent, were out of ken for the present. Gilfillan, with the pedlar, and the

small party who were Waverley's more immediate guard, were near the top of the ascent, and the remainder

Such was the situation of matters, when the pedlar, missing, as he said, a little doggie which belonged to him,

began to halt and whistle for the animal. This signal, repeated more than once, gave offence to the rigour of

his companion, the rather because it appeared to indicate inattention to the treasures of theological and

controversial knowledge which was pouring out for his edification. He therefore signified gruffly, that he

'Tobit!' exclaimed Gilfillan, with great heat; 'Tobit and his dog baith are altogether heathenish and

apocryphal, and none but a prelatist or a papist would draw them into question. I doubt I hae been mista'en in

'Very likely,' answered the pedlar, with great composure; 'but ne'ertheless, I shall take leave to whistle again

This last signal was answered in an unexpected manner; for six or eight stout Highlanders, who lurked among

the copse and brushwood, sprang into the hollow way, and began to lay about them with their claymores.

Gilfillan, unappalled at this undesirable apparition, cried out manfully, 'The sword of the Lord and of

Gideon!' and, drawing his broadsword, would probably have done as much credit to the good old cause as

any of its doughty champions at Drumclog, when, behold! the pedlar, snatching a musket from the person

who was next him, bestowed the butt of it with such emphasis on the head of his late instructor in the

Cameronian creed, that he was forthwith levelled to the ground. In the confusion which ensued, the horse

which bore our hero was shot by one of Gilfillan's party, as he discharged his firelock at random. Waverley

fell with, and indeed under, the animal, and sustained some severe contusions. But he was almost instantly

extricated from the fallen steed by two Highlanders, who, each seizing him by the arm, hurried him away

from the scuffle and from the highroad. They ran with great speed, half supporting and half dragging our

hero, who could, however, distinguish a few dropping shots fired about the spat which he had left. This, as he

afterwards learned, proceeded from Gilfillan's party, who had now assembled, the stragglers in front and rear

having joined the others. At their approach the Highlanders drew off, but not before they had rifled Gilfillan

and two of his people, who remained on the spot grievously wounded. A few shots were exchanged betwixt

them and the Westlanders; but the latter, now without a commander, and apprehensive of a second ambush,

did not make any serious effort to recover their prisoner, judging it more wise to proceed on their journey to

The velocity, and indeed violence, with which Waverley was hurried along, nearly deprived him of sensation;

for the injury he had received from his fall prevented him from aiding himself so effectually as he might

otherwise have done. When this was observed by his conductors, they called to their aid two or three others

of the party, and swathing our hero's body in one of their plaids, divided his weight by that means among

them, and transported him at the same rapid rate as before, without any exertion of his own. They spoke little,

and that in Gaelic; and did not slacken their pace till they had run nearly two miles, when they abated their

extreme rapidity, but continued still to walk very fast, relieving each other occasionally,

Our hero now endeavoured to address them, but was only answered with 'CHA N'EIL BEURL' AGAM,' i.e.

'I have no English,' being, as Waverley well knew, the constant reply of a Highlander, when he either does

not understand, or does not choose to reply to, an Englishman or Lowlander. He then mentioned the name of

Vich Ian Vohr, concluding that he was indebted to his friendship for his rescue from the clutches of Gifted

Gilfillan; but neither did this produce any mark of recognition from his escort.

The twilight had given place to moonshine when the party halted upon the brink of a precipitous glen, which,

as partly enlightened by the moonbeams, seemed full of trees and tangled brushwood. Two of the

Highlanders dived into it by a small footpath, as if to explore its recesses, and one of them returning in a few

minutes, said something to his companions, who instantly raised their burden, and bore him, with great

attention and care, down the narrow and abrupt descent. Notwithstanding their precautions, however,

Waverley's person came more than once into contact, rudely enough, with the projecting stumps and branches

At the bottom of the descent, and, as it seemed, by the side of a brook (for Waverley heard the rushing of a

considerable body of water, although its stream was invisible in the darkness), the party again stopped before

a small and rudelyconstructed hovel. The door was open, and the inside of the premises appeared as

uncomfortable and rude as its situation and exterior foreboded. There was no appearance of a floor of any

kind; the roof seemed rent in several places; the walls were composed of loose stones and turf, and the thatch

of branches of trees. The fire was in the centre, and filled the whole wigwam with smoke, which escaped as

much through the door as by means of a circular aperture in the roof. An old Highland sibyl, the only

inhabitant of this forlorn mansion, appeared busy in the preparation of some food. By the light which the fire

afforded, Waverley could discover that his attendants were not of the clan of Ivor, for Fergus was particularly

strict in requiring from his followers that they should wear the tartan striped in the mode peculiar to their

race; a mark of distinction anciently general through the Highlands, and still maintained by those chiefs who

were proud of their lineage, or jealous of their separate and exclusive authority.

Edward had lived at Glennaquoich long enough to be aware of a distinction which he had repeatedly heard

noticed; and now satisfied that he had no interest with his attendants, he glanced a disconsolate eye around

the interior of the cabin. The only furniture, excepting a washingtub, and a wooden press, called in Scotland

an AMBRY, sorely decayed, was a large wooden bed, planked, as is usual, all around, and opening by a

sliding panel. In this recess the Highlanders deposited Waverley, after he had by signs declined any

refreshment. His slumbers were broken and unrefreshing; strange visions passed before his eyes, and it

required constant and reiterated efforts of mind to dispel them. Shivering, violent headache, and shooting

pains in his limbs, succeeded these symptoms; and in the morning it was evident to his Highland attendants

or guard, for he knew not in which light to consider them, that Waverley was quite unfit to travel. After a

long consultation among themselves, six of the party left the hut with their arms, leaving behind an old and a

young man. The former addressed Waverley, and bathed the contusions, which swelling and livid colour now

made conspicuous. His own portmanteau, which the Highlanders had not failed to bring off, supplied him

with linen, and, to his great surprise, was, with all its undiminished contents, freely resigned to his use. The

bedding of his couch seemed clean and comfortable, and his aged attendant closed the door of the bed, for it

had no curtain, after a few words of Gaelic, from which Waverley gathered that he exhorted him to repose.

So behold our hero for a second time the patient of a Highland Aesculapius, but in a situation much more

The symptomatic fever which accompanied the injuries he had sustained did not abate till the third day, when

it gave way to the care of his attendants and the strength of his constitution, and he could now raise himself in

his bed, though not without pain. He observed, however, that there was a great disinclination, on the part of

the old woman who acted as his nurse, as well as on that of the elderly Highlander, to permit the door of the

bed to be left open, so that he might amuse himself with observing their motions; and at length, after

Waverley had repeatedly drawn open, and they had as frequently shut, the hatchway of his cage, the old

gentleman put an end to the contest, by securing it on the outside with a nail, so effectually that the door

While musing upon the cause of this contradictory spirit in persons whose conduct intimated no purpose of

plunder, and who, in all other points, appeared to consult his welfare and his wishes, it occurred to our hero,

that, during the worst crisis of his illness, a female figure, younger than his old Highland nurse, had appeared

to flit around his couch. Of this, indeed, he had but a very indistinct recollection, but his suspicions were

confirmed when, attentively listening, he often heard, in the course of the day, the voice of another female

conversing in whispers with his attendant. Who could it be? And why should she apparently desire

concealment? Fancy immediately roused herself, and turned to Flora MacIvor. But after a short conflict

between his eager desire to believe she was in his neighbourhood, guarding, like an angel of mercy, the couch

of his sickness, Waverley was compelled to conclude that his conjecture was altogether improbable; since, to

suppose she had left the comparatively safe situation at Glennaquoich to descend into the Low Country, now

the seat of civil war, and to inhabit such a lurkingplace as this, was a thing hardly to be imagined. Yet his

heart bounded as he sometimes could distinctly hear the trip of a light female step glide to or from the door of

the hut, or the suppressed sounds of a female voice, of softness and delicacy, hold dialogue with the hoarse

inward croak of old Janet, for so he understood his antiquated attendant was denominated.

Having nothing else to amuse his solitude, he employed himself in contriving some plan to gratify his

curiosity, in spite of the sedulous caution of Janet and the old Highland janizary, for he had never seen the

young fellow since the first morning. At length, upon accurate examination, the infirm state of his wooden

prisonhouse appeared to supply the means of gratifying his curiosity, for out of a spot which was somewhat

decayed he was able to extract a nail. Through this minute aperture he could perceive a female form, wrapped

in a plaid, in the act of conversing with Janet. But, since the days of our grandmother Eve, the gratification of

inordinate curiosity has generally borne its penalty in disappointment. The form was not that of Flora, nor

was the face visible; and, to crown his vexation, while he laboured with the nail to enlarge the hole, that he

might obtain a more complete view, a slight noise betrayed his purpose, and the object of his curiosity

instantly disappeared; nor, so far as he could observe, did she again revisit the cottage.

All precautions to blockade his view were from that time abandoned, and he was not only permitted, but

assisted to rise and quit what had been, in a literal sense, his couch of confinement. But he was not allowed to

leave the hut; for the young Highlander had now rejoined his senior, and one or other was constantly on the

watch. Whenever Waverley approached the cottage door, the sentinel upon duty civilly, but resolutely, placed

himself against it and opposed his exit, accompanying his action with signs which seemed to imply there was

danger in the attempt, and an enemy in the neighbourhood. Old Janet appeared anxious and upon the watch;

and Waverley, who had not yet recovered strength enough to attempt to take his departure in spite of the

opposition of his hosts, was under the necessity of remaining patient. His fare was, in every point of view,

better than he could have conceived; for poultry, and even wine, were no strangers to his table. The

Highlanders never presumed to eat with him, and unless in the circumstance of watching him, treated him

with great respect. His sole amusement was gazing from the window, or rather the shapeless aperture which

was meant to answer the purpose of a window, upon large and rough brook, which raged and foamed through

a rocky channel, closely canopied with trees and bushes, about ten feet beneath the site of his house of

Upon the sixth day of his confinement, Waverley found himself so well, that he began to meditate his escape

from this dull and miserable prisonhouse, thinking any risk which he might incur in the attempt preferable

to the stupefying and intolerable uniformity of Janet's retirement. The question indeed occurred, whither he

was to direct his course when again at his own disposal. Two schemes seemed practicable, yet both attended

with danger and difficulty. One was to go back to Glennaquoich, and join Fergus MacIvor, by whom he was

sure to be kindly received; and in the present state of his mind, the rigour with which he had been treated

fully absolved him, in his own eyes, from his allegiance to the existing government. The other project was to

endeavour to attain a Scottish seaport, and thence to take shipping for England. His mind wavered between

these plans; and probably, if he had effected his escape in the manner he proposed, he would have been

finally determined by the comparative facility by which either might have been executed. But his fortune had

Upon the evening of the seventh day the door of the hut suddenly opened, and two Highlanders entered,

whom Waverley recognized as having been a part of his original escort to this cottage. They conversed for a

short time with the old man and his companion, and then made Waverley understand, by very significant

signs, that he was to prepare to accompany them. This was a joyful communication. What had already passed

during his confinement made it evident that no personal injury was designed to him; and his romantic spirit,

having recovered during his repose much of that elasticity which anxiety, resentment, disappointment, and

the mixture of unpleasant feelings excited by his late adventures, had for a time subjugated, was now wearied

with inaction. His passion for the wonderful, although it is the nature of such dispositions to be excited, by

that degree of danger which merely gives dignity to the feeling of the individual exposed to it, had sunk under

the extraordinary and apparently, insurmountable evils by which he appeared environed at Cairnvreckan. In

fact, this compound of intense curiosity and exalted imagination forms a peculiar species of courage, which

somewhat resembles the light usually carried by a miner, sufficiently competent, indeed, to afford him

guidance and comfort during the ordinary perils of his labour, but certain to be extinguished should he

encounter the more formidable hazard of earthdamps or pestiferous vapours. It was now, however, once

more rekindled, and with a throbbing mixture of hope, awe, and anxiety, Waverley watched the group before

him, as those who had just arrived snatched a hasty meal, and the others assumed their arms, and made brief

As he sat in the smoky hut, at some distance from the fire, around which the others were crowded, he felt a

gentle pressure upon his arm. He looked roundit was Alice, the daughter of Donald Bean Lean. She

showed him a packet of papers in such a manner that the motion was remarked by no one else, put her finger

for a second to her lips, and passed on, as if to assist old Janet in packing Waverley's clothes in his

portmanteau. It was obviously her wish that he should not seem to recognize her; yet she repeatedly looked

back at him, as an opportunity occurred of doing so unobserved, and when she saw that he remarked what she

did, she folded the packet with great address and speed in one of his shirts, which she deposited in the

Here then was fresh food for conjecture. Was Alice his unknown warden, and was this maiden of the cavern

the tutelar genius that watched his bed during his sickness? Was he in the hands of her father? and if so, what

was his purpose? Spoil, his usual object, seemed in this case neglected; for not only Waverley's property was

restored, but his purse, which might have tempted this professional plunderer, had been all along suffered to

remain in his possession. All this perhaps the packet might explain; but it was plain from Alice's manner that

she desired he should consult it in secret. Nor did she again seek his eye after she had satisfied herself that her

manoeuvre was observed and understood. On the contrary, she shortly afterwards left the hut, and it was only

as she tripped out from the door, that, favoured by the obscurity, she gave Waverley a parting smile and nod

The young Highlander was repeatedly dispatched by his comrades as if to collect intelligence. At length when

he had returned for the third or fourth time, the whole party arose, and made signs to our hero to accompany

them. Before his departure, however, he shook hands with old Janet, who had been so sedulous in his behalf,

'God bless you! God prosper you, Captain Waverley!' said Janet, in good Lowland Scotch, though he had

never hitherto heard her utter a syllable, save in Gaelic. But the impatience of his attendants prohibited his

There was a moment's pause when the whole party had got out of the hut; and the Highlander who assumed

the command, and who, in Waverley's awakened recollection, seemed to be the same tall figure who had

acted as Donald Bean Lean's lieutenant, by whispers and signs imposed the strictest silence. He delivered to

Edward a sword and steel pistol, and, pointing up the tract, laid his hand on the hilt of his own claymore, as if

to make him sensible they might have occasion to use force to make good their passage. He then placed

himself at the head of the party, who moved up the pathway in single or Indian file, Waverley being placed

nearest to their leader. He moved with great precaution, as if to avoid giving any alarm, and halted as soon as

he came to the verge of the ascent. Waverley was soon sensible of the reason, for he heard at no great

distance an English sentinel call out 'All's well.' The heavy sound sank on the nightwind down the woody

glen, and was answered by the echoes of its banks. A second, third, and fourth time, the signal was repeated,

fainter and fainter, as if at a greater and greater distance. It was obvious that a party of soldiers were near, and

upon their guard, though not sufficiently so to detect men skilful in every art of predatory warfare, like those

When these sounds had died upon the silence of the night, the Highlanders began their march swiftly, yet

with the most cautious silence. Waverley had little time, or indeed disposition, for observation, and could

only discern that; they passed at some distance from a large building, in the windows of which a light or two

yet seemed to twinkle. A little farther on, the leading Highlander snuffed the wind like a setting spaniel, and

then made a signal to his party again to halt. He stooped down upon all fours, wrapped up in his plaid, so as

to be scarce distinguishable from the heathy ground on which he moved, and advanced in this posture to

reconnoitre. In a short time he returned, and dismissed his attendants excepting one; and, intimating to

Waverley that he must imitate his cautious mode of proceeding, all three crept forward on hands and knees.

After proceeding a greater way in this inconvenient manner than was at all comfortable to his knees and

shins, Waverley perceived the smell of smoke, which probably had been much sooner distinguished by the

more acute nasal organs of his guide. It proceeded from the corner of a low and ruinous sheepfold, the walls

of which were made of loose stones, as is usual in Scotland. Close by this low wall the Highlander guided

Waverley, and, in order probably to make him sensible of his danger, or perhaps to obtain the full credit of

his own dexterity, he intimated to him, by sign and example, that he might raise his head so as to peep into

the sheepfold. Waverley did so, and beheld an outpost of four or five soldiers lying by their watch fire. They

were all asleep, except the sentinel, who paced backwards and forwards with his firelock on his shoulder,

which glanced red in the light of the fire as he crossed and recrossed before it in his short walk, casting his

eye frequently to that part of the heavens from which the moon, hitherto obscured by mist, seemed now about

In the course of a minute or two, by one of those sudden changes of atmosphere incident to a mountainous

country, a breeze arose, and swept before it the clouds which had covered the horizon, and the night planet

poured her full effulgence upon a wide and blighted heath, skirted indeed with copsewood and stunted trees

in the quarter from which they had come, but open and bare to the observation of the sentinel in that to which

their course tended. The wall of the sheepfold, indeed, concealed them as they lay, but any advance beyond

The Highlander eyed the blue vault, but far from blessing the useful light with Homer's, or rather Pope's,

benighted peasant, he muttered a Gaelic curse upon the unseasonable splendour of MACFARLANE'S

BUAT (i. e. lantern). [See Note 21.] He looked anxiously around for a few minutes, and then apparently took

his resolution. Leaving his attendant with Waverley, after motioning to Edward to remain quiet, and giving

his comrade directions in a brief whisper, he retreated, favoured by the irregularity of the ground, in the same

direction and in the same manner as they had advanced. Edward, turning his head after him, could perceive

him crawling on allfours with the dexterity of an Indian, availing himself of every bush and inequality to

escape observation, and never passing over the more exposed parts of his track until the sentinel's back was

turned from him. At length he reached the thickets and underwood which partly covered the moor in that

direction, and probably extended to the verge of the glen where Waverley had been so long an inhabitant. The

Highlander disappeared, but it was only for a few minutes, for he suddenly issued forth from a different part

of the thicket, and advancing boldly upon the open heath, as if to invite discovery, he levelled his piece, and

fired at the sentinel. A wound in the arm proved a disagreeable interruption to the poor fellow's

meteorological observations, as well as to the tune of 'Nancy Dawson,' which he was whistling. He returned

the fire ineffectually, and his comrades, starting up at the alarm, advanced alertly towards the spot from

which the first shot had issued. The Highlander, after giving them a full view of his person, dived among the

While the soldiers pursued the cause of their disturbance in one direction, Waverley, adopting the hint of his

remaining attendant, made the best of his speed in that which his guide originally intended to pursue, and

which now (the attention of the soldiers being drawn to a different quarter) was unobserved and unguarded.

When they had run about a quarter of a mile, the brow of a rising ground, which they had surmounted,

concealed them from further risk of observation. They still heard, however, at a distance, the shouts of the

soldiers as they hallooed to each other upon the heath, and they could also hear the distant roll of a drum

beating to arms in the same direction. But these hostile sounds were now far in their rear, and died away upon

When they had walked about half an hour, still along open and waste ground of the same description, they

came to the stump of an ancient oak, which, from its relics, appeared to have been at one time a tree of very

large size. In an adjacent hollow they found several Highlanders, with a horse or two. They had not joined

them above a few minutes, which Waverley's attendant employed, in all probability, in communicating the

cause of their delay (for the words 'Duncan Duroch' were often repeated), when Duncan himself appeared,

out of breath indeed, and with all the symptoms of having run for his life, but laughing, and in high spirits at

the success of the stratagem by which he had baffled his pursuers. This, indeed, Waverley could easily

conceive might be a matter of no great difficulty to the active mountaineer, who was perfectly acquainted

with the ground, and traced his course with a firmness and confidence to which his pursuers must have been

strangers. The alarm which he excited seemed still to continue, for a dropping shot or two were heard at a

great distance, which seemed to serve as an addition to the mirth of Duncan and his comrades.

The mountaineer now resumed the arms with which he had entrusted our hero, giving him to understand that

the dangers of the journey were happily surmounted. Waverley was then mounted upon one of the horses, a

change which the fatigue of the night and his recent illness rendered exceedingly acceptable. His portmanteau

was placed on another pony, Duncan mounted a third, and they set forward at a round pace, accompanied by

their escort. No other incident marked the course of that night's journey, and at the dawn of morning they

attained the banks of a rapid river. The country around was at once fertile and romantic. Steep banks of wood

were broken by cornfields, which this year presented an abundant harvest, already in a great measure cut

On the opposite bank of the river, and partly surrounded by a winding of its stream, stood a large and massive

castle, the halfruined turrets of which were already glittering in the first rays of the sun. [See Note 22.] It

was in form an oblong square, of size sufficient to contain a large court in the centre. The towers at each

angle of the square rose higher than the walls of the building, and were in their turn surmounted by turrets,

differing in height, and irregular in shape. Upon one of these a sentinel watched, whose bonnet and plaid,

streaming in the wind, declared him to be a Highlander, as a broad white ensign, which floated from another

tower, announced that the garrison was held by the insurgent adherents of the House of Stuart.

Passing hastily through a small and mean town, where their appearance excited neither surprise nor curiosity

in the few peasants whom the labours of the harvest began to summon from their repose, the party crossed an

ancient and narrow bridge of several arches, and turning to the left, up an avenue of huge old sycamores,

Waverley found himself in front of the gloomy yet picturesque structure which he had admired at a distance.

A huge irongrated door, which formed the exterior defence of the gateway, was already thrown back to

receive them; and a second, heavily constructed of oak, and studded thickly with iron nails, being next

opened, admitted them into the interior courtyard. A gentleman, dressed in the Highland garb, and having a

white cockade in his bonnet, assisted Waverley to dismount from his horse, and with much courtesy bid him

The governor for so we must term him, having conducted Waverley to a halfruinous apartment, where,

however, there was a small campbed, and having offered him any refreshment which he desired, was then

'Will you not add to your civilities,' said Waverley, after having made the usual acknowledgement, 'by having

the kindness to inform me where I am, and whether or not I am to consider myself as a prisoner?'

'I am not at liberty to be so explicit upon this subject as I could wish. Briefly, however, you are in the Castle

'By the honour of Donald Stewart, governor of the garrison, and lieutenantcolonel in the service of his

Royal Highness Prince Charles Edward.' So saying, he hastily left the apartment, as if to avoid further

Exhausted by the fatigues of the night, our hero now threw himself upon the bed, and was in a few minutes

Before Waverley awakened from his repose, the day was far advanced, and he began to feel that he had

passed many hours without food. This was soon supplied in form of a copious breakfast, but Colonel Stewart,

as if wishing to avoid the queries of his guest, did not again present himself. His compliments were, however,

delivered by a servant, with an offer to provide anything in his power that could be useful to Captain

Waverley on his journey, which he intimated would be continued that evening. To Waverley's further

inquiries, the servant opposed the impenetrable barrier of real or affected ignorance and stupidity. He

removed the table and provisions, and Waverley was again consigned to his own meditations.

As he contemplated the strangeness of his fortune, which seemed to delight in placing him at the disposal of

others, without the power of directing his own motions, Edward's eye suddenly rested upon his portmanteau,

which had been deposited in his apartment during his sleep. The mysterious appearance of Alice, in the

cottage of the glen, immediately rushed upon his mind, and he was about to secure and examine the packet

which she had deposited among his clothes, when the servant of Colonel Stewart again made his appearance,

'Your honour sall get ane o' the Colonel's ain ruffled sarks, but this maun gang in the baggagecart.'

And so saying, he very coolly carried off the portmanteau, without waiting further remonstrance, leaving our

hero in a state where disappointment and indignation struggled for the mastery. In a few minutes he heard a

cart rumble out of the rugged courtyard, and made no doubt that he was now dispossessed, for a space at

least, if not for ever, of the only documents which seemed to promise some light upon the dubious events

which had of late influenced his destiny. With such melancholy thoughts he had to beguile about four or five

When this space was elapsed, the trampling of horse was heard in the courtyard, and Colonel Stewart soon

after made his appearance to request his guest to take some further refreshment before his departure. The

offer was accepted, for a late breakfast had by no means left our hero incapable of doing honour to dinner,

which was now presented. The conversation of his host was that of a plain country gentleman, mixed with

some soldierlike sentiments and expressions. He cautiously avoided any reference to the military operations

or civil politics of the time: and to Waverley's direct inquiries concerning some of these points, replied, that

When dinner was finished, the governor arose, and, wishing Edward a good journey, said, that having been

informed by Waverley's servant that his baggage had been sent forward, he had taken the freedom to supply

him with such changes of linen as he might find necessary, till he was again possessed of his own. With this

compliment he disappeared. A servant acquainted Waverley an instant afterwards, that his horse was ready.

Upon this hint he descended into the courtyard, and found a trooper holding a saddled horse, on which he

mounted, and sallied from the portal of Doune Castle, attended by about a score of armed men on horseback.

These had less the appearance of regular soldiers than of individuals who had suddenly assumed arms from

some pressing motive of unexpected emergency. Their uniform, which was blue and red, an affected

imitation of that of French chasseurs, was in many respects incomplete, and sat awkwardly upon those who

wore it. Waverley's eye, accustomed to look at a welldisciplined regiment, could easily discover that the

motions and habits of his escort were not those of trained soldiers, and that, although expert enough in the

management of their horses, their skill was that of huntsmen or grooms, rather than of troopers. The horses

were not trained to the regular pace so necessary to execute simultaneous and combined movements and

formations; nor did they seem BITTED (as it is technically expressed) for the use of the sword. The men,

however, were stout, hardylooking fellows, and might be individually formidable as irregular cavalry. The

commander of this small party was mounted upon an excellent hunter, and although dressed in uniform, his

change of apparel did not prevent Waverley from recognizing his old acquaintance, Mr. Falconer of

Now, although the terms upon which Edward had parted with this gentleman were none of the most friendly,

he would have sacrificed every recollection of their foolish quarrel for the pleasure of enjoying once more the

social intercourse of question and answer, from which he had been so long secluded. But apparently the

remembrance of his defeat by the Baron of Bradwardine, of which Edward had been the unwilling cause, still

rankled in the mind of the lowbred, and yet proud laird. He carefully avoided giving the ]east sign of

recognition, riding doggedly at the head of his men, who, though scarce equal in numbers to a sergeant's

party, were denominated Captain Falconer's troop, being preceded by a trumpet, which sounded from time to

time, and a standard, borne by Cornet Falconer, the laird's young brother. The lieutenant, an elderly man, had

much the air of a low sportsman and boon companion; an expression of dry humour predominated in his

countenance over features of a vulgar cast, which indicated habitual intemperance. His cocked hat was set

knowingly upon one side of his head, and while he whistled the 'Bob of Dumblain,' under the influence of

half a mutchkin of brandy, he seemed to fret merrily forward, with a happy indifference to the state of the

country, the conduct of the party, the end of the journey, and all other sublunary matters whatever.

From this wight, who now and then dropped alongside of his horse, Waverley hoped to acquire some

'Ow, aye, sir! a bra' night,' replied the lieutenant, in broad Scotch of the most vulgar description.

'And a fine harvest, apparently,' continued Waverley, following up his first attack.

'Aye, the aits will be got bravely in: but the farmers, deil burst them, and the cornmongers will make the

'Aye, quartermaster, ridingmaster, and lieutenant,' answered this officer of all work. 'And, to be sure, wha's

fitter to look after the breaking and the keeping of the poor beasts than mysell, that bought and sold every ane

'And pray, sir, if it be not too great a freedom, may I beg to know where we are going just now?'

'In that case,' said Waverley, determined not to spare civility, 'I should have thought a person of your

'Vera true, vera true, sir,' replied the officer, 'but every why has its wherefore. Ye maun ken, the laird there

bought a' thir beasts frae' me to munt his troop, and agreed to pay for them according to the necessities and

prices of the time. But then he hadna the ready penny, and I hae been advised his bond will not be worth a

boddle against the estate, and then I had a' my dealers to settle wi' at Martinmas; and so as he very kindly

offered me this commission, and as the auld Fifteen [The Judges of the Supreme Court of Session in Scotland

are proverbially termed, among the country people, The Fifteen.] wad never help me to my siller for sending

out naigs against the Government, why, conscience! sir, I thought my best chance for payment was e'en to

GAE OUT mysell; and ye may judge, sir, as I hae dealt a' my life in halters, I think na mickle o' putting my

craig in peril of a St. Johnstone's tippet.' [TO GO OUT, or TO HAVE BEEN OUT, in Scotland, was a

conventional phrase similar to that of the Irish respecting a man having been UP, both having reference to an

individual who had been engaged in insurrection. It was accounted illbreeding in Scotland, about forty years

since, to use the phrase rebellion or rebel, which might be interpreted by some of the parties present as a

personal insult. It was also esteemed more polite even for stanch Whigs to denominate Charles Edward the

Chevalier, than to speak of him as the Pretender; and this kind of accommodating courtesy was usually

'Na, na; thank God,' answered this doughty partisan, 'I wasna bred at sae short a tether; I was brought up to

hack and manger. I was bred a horsecouper, sir; and if I might live to see you at Whitsontryst, or at

Stagshawbank, or the winter fair at Hawick, and ye wanted a spanker that would lead the field, I'se be caution

I would serve ye easy; for Jamie Jinker was ne'er the lad to impose upon a gentleman. Ye're a gentleman, sir,

and should ken a horse's points; ye see that throughganging thing that Balmawhapple's on; I selled her till

him. She was bred out of LicktheLadle, that wan the king's plate at CavertonEdge, by Duke Hamilton's

But as Jinker was entered full sail upon the pedigree of Balmawhapple's mare, having already got as far as

greatgrandsire and greatgranddam, and while Waverley was watching for an opportunity to obtain from

him intelligence of more interest, the noble captain checked his horse until they came up, and then, without

directly appearing to notice Edward, said sternly to the genealogist, 'I thought, lieutenant', my orders were

The metamorphosed horsedealer was silenced of course, and slunk to the rear, where he consoled himself by

entering into a vehement dispute upon the price of hay with a farmer, who had reluctantly followed his laird

to the field, rather than give up his farm, whereof the lease had just expired. Waverley was therefore once

more consigned to silence, foreseeing that further attempts at conversation with any of the party would only

give Balmawhapple a wishedfor opportunity to display the insolence of authority, and the sulky spite of a

temper naturally dogged, and rendered more so by habits of low indulgence and the incense of servile

In about two hours' time, the party were near the Castle of Stirling, over whose battlements the union flag

was brightened as it waved in the evening sun. To shorten his journey or perhaps to display his importance

and insult the English garrison, Balmawhapple, inclining to the right, took his route through the royal park,

With a mind more at ease, Waverley could not have failed to admire the mixture of romance and beauty

which renders interesting the scene through which he was now passingthe field which had been the scene

of the tournaments of oldthe rock from which the ladies beheld the contest, while each made vows for the

success of some favourite knightthe towers of the Gothic church, where these vows might be paidand,

surmounting all, the fortress itself, at once a castle and palace, where valour received the prize from royalty,

and knights and dames closed the evening amid the revelry of the dance, the song, and the feast. All these

But Waverley had other objects of meditation, and an incident soon occurred of a nature to disturb meditation

of any kind. Balmawhapple, in the pride of his heart, as he wheeled his little body of cavalry round the base

of the castle, commanded his trumpet to sound a flourish, and his standard to be displayed. This insult

produced apparently some sensation; for when the cavalcade was at such a distance from the southern battery

as to admit of a gun being depressed so as to bear upon them, a flash of fire issued from one of the

embrasures upon the rock; and ere the report with which it was attended could be heard, the rushing sound of

a cannonball passed over Balmawhapple's head, and the bullet, burying itself in the ground at a few yards'

distance, covered him with the earth which it drove up. There was no need to bid the party trudge. In fact,

every man, acting upon the impulse of the moment, soon brought Mr. Jinker's steeds to show their mettle, and

the cavaliers, retreating with more speed than regularity, never took to a trot, as the lieutenant afterwards

observed, until an intervening eminence had secured them from any repetition of so undesirable a

compliment on the part of Stirling Castle. I must do Balmawhapple, however, the justice to say, that he not

only kept the rear of his troop, and laboured to maintain some order among them, but, in the height of his

gallantry, answered the fire of the castle by discharging one of his horsepistols at the battlements; although,

the distance being nearly half a mile, I could never learn that this measure of retaliation was attended with

The travellers now passed the memorable field of Bannockburn, and reached the Torwood,a place glorious

or terrible to the recollections of the Scottish peasant, as the feats of Wallace, or the cruelties of Wude Willie

Grime, predominate in his recollection. At Falkirk, a town formerly famous in Scottish history, and soon to

be again distinguished as the scene of military events of importance, Balmawhapple proposed to halt and

repose for the evening. This was performed with very little regard to military discipline, his worthy

quartermaster being chiefly solicitous to discover where the best brandy might be come at. Sentinels were

deemed unnecessary, and the only vigils performed were those of such of the party as could procure liquor. A

few resolute men might easily have cut off the detachment; but of the inhabitants some were favourable,

many indifferent, and the rest overawed. So nothing memorable occurred in the course of the evening, except

that Waverley's rest was sorely interrupted by the revellers hallooing forth their Jacobite songs, without

Early in the morning they were again mounted, and on the road to Edinburgh, though the pallid visages of

some of the troop betrayed that they had spent a night of sleepless debauchery. They halted at Linlithgow,

distinguished by its ancient palace, which, Sixty Years since, was entire and habitable, and whose venerable

ruins, not quite Sixty Years since, very narrowly escaped the unworthy fate of being converted into a barrack

for French prisoners. May repose and blessings attend the ashes of the patriotic statesman, who, amongst his

As they approached the metropolis of Scotland, through a champaign and cultivated country, the sounds of

war began to be heard. The distant, yet distinct report of heavy cannon, fired at intervals, apprized Waverley

that the work of destruction was going forward. Even Balmawhapple seemed moved to take some

precautions, by sending an advanced party in front of his troop, keeping the main body in tolerable order, and

Marching in this manner they speedily reached an eminence, from which they could view Edinburgh

stretching along the ridgy hill which slopes eastward from the Castle. The latter, being in a state of siege, or

rather of blockade, by the northern insurgents, who had already occupied the town for two or three days, fired

at intervals upon such parties of Highlanders as exposed themselves, either on the main street, or elsewhere in

the vicinity of the fortress. The morning being calm and fair, the effect of this dropping fire was to invest the

Castle in wreaths of smoke, the edges of which dissipated slowly in the air, while the central veil was

darkened ever and anon by fresh clouds poured forth from the battlements; the whole giving, by the partial

concealment, an appearance of grandeur and gloom, rendered more terrific when Waverley reflected on the

cause by which it was produced, and that each explosion might ring some brave man's knell.

Ere they approached the city, the partial cannonade had wholly ceased. Balmawhapple, however, having in

his recollection the unfriendly greeting which his troop had received from the battery of Stirling, had

apparently no wish to tempt the forbearance of the artillery of the Castle. He therefore left the direct road, and

sweeping considerably to the southward, so as to keep out of the range of the cannon, approached the ancient

palace of Holyrood, without having entered the walls of the city. He then drew up his men in front of that

venerable pile, and delivered Waverley to the custody of a guard of Highlanders, whose officer conducted

A long, low, and illproportioned gallery, hung with pictures, affirmed to be the portraits of kings, who, if

they ever flourished at all, lived several hundred years before the invention of painting in oil colours, served

as a sort of guard chamber, or vestibule, to the apartments which the adventurous Charles Edward now

occupied in the palace of his ancestors. Officers, both in the Highland and Lowland garb, passed and repassed

in haste, or loitered in the hall, as if waiting for orders. Secretaries were engaged in making out passes,

musters, and returns. All seemed busy, and earnestly intent upon something of importance; but Waverley was

suffered to remain seated in the recess of a window, unnoticed by any one, in anxious reflection upon the

While he was deep sunk in his reverie, the rustle of tartans was heard behind him, a friendly arm clasped his

Waverley turned, and was warmly embraced by Fergus MacIvor. 'A thousand welcomes to Holyrood, once

more possessed by her legitimate sovereign! Did I not say we should prosper, and that you would fall into the

'Dear Fergus!' said Waverley, eagerly returning his greeting, 'it is long since I have heard a friend's voice.

'Aye, in this city at least,' answered his friend, 'and you shall see her; but first you must meet a friend whom

Thus saying, he dragged Waverley by the arm out of the guard chamber, and, ere he knew where he was

conducted, Edward found himself in a presenceroom, fitted up with some attempt at royal state.

A young man, wearing his own fair hair, distinguished by the dignity of his mien and the noble expression of

his wellformed and regular features, advanced out of a circle of military gentlemen and Highland chiefs, by

whom he was surrounded. In his easy and graceful manners Waverley afterwards thought he could have

discovered his high birth and rank, although the star on his breast, and the embroidered garter at his knee, had

'The descendant of one of the most ancient and loyal families in England,' said the young Chevalier,

interrupting him. 'I beg your pardon for interrupting you, my dear MacIvor; but no master of ceremonies is

Thus saying, he extended his hand to Edward with the utmost courtesy, who could not, had he desired it, have

avoided rendering him the homage which seemed due to his rank, and was certainly the right of his birth. 'I

am sorry to understand, Mr. Waverley, that, owing to circumstances which have been as yet but ill explained,

you have suffered some restraint among my followers in Perthshire, and on your march here; but we are in

such a situation that we hardly know our friends, and I am even at this moment uncertain whether I can have

He then paused for an instant; but before Edward could adjust a suitable reply or even arrange his ideas as to

its purport, the Prince took out a paper, and then proceeded:'I should indeed have no doubts upon this

subject, if I could trust to this proclamation, set forth by the friends of the Elector of Hanover, in which they

rank Mr. Waverley among the nobility and gentry who are menaced with the pains of high treason for loyalty

to their legitimate sovereign. But I desire to gain no adherents save from affection and conviction; and if Mr.

Waverley inclines to prosecute his journey to the south, or to join the forces of the Elector, he shall have my

passport and free permission to do so; and I can only regret, that my present power will not extend to protect

him against the probable consequences of such a measure. But,' continued Charles Edward, after another

short pause, 'if Mr. Waverley should, like his ancestor, Sir Nigel, determine to embrace a cause which has

little to recommend it but its justice, and follow a prince who throws himself upon the affections of his people

to recover the throne of his ancestors, or perish in the attempt, I can only say, that among these nobles and

gentlemen he will find worthy associates in a gallant enterprise, and will follow a master who may be

The politic Chieftain of the race of Ivor knew his advantage in introducing Waverley to this personal

interview with the royal Adventurer. Unaccustomed to the address and manners of a polished court, in which

Charles was eminently skilful, his words and his kindness penetrated the heart of our hero, and easily

outweighed all prudential motives. To be thus personally solicited for assistance by a Prince, whose form and

manners, as well as the spirit which he displayed in this singular enterprise, answered his ideas of a hero of

romance; to be courted by him in the ancient halls of his paternal palace, recovered by the sword which he

was already bending towards other conquests, gave Edward, in his own eyes, the dignity and importance

which he had ceased to consider as his attributes. Rejected, slandered, and threatened upon the one side, he

was irresistibly attracted to the cause which the prejudices of education, and the political principles of his

family, had already recommended as the most just. These thoughts rushed through his mind like a torrent,

sweeping before them every consideration of an opposite tendency,the time, besides, admitted of no

deliberation,and Waverley, kneeling to Charles Edward, devoted his heart and sword to the vindication of

The Prince (for, although unfortunate in the faults and follies of his forefathers, we shall here, and elsewhere,

give him the title due to his birth) raised Waverley from the ground, and embraced him with an expression of

thanks too warm not to be genuine. He also thanked Fergus MacIvor repeatedly for having brought him

such an adherent, and presented Waverley to the various noblemen, chieftains, and officers who were about

his person, as a young gentleman of the highest hopes and prospects, in whose bold and enthusiastic avowal

of his cause they might see an evidence of the sentiments of the English families of rank at this important

crisis. [See Note 23.] Indeed, this was a point much doubted among the adherents of the house of Stuart; and

as a wellfounded disbelief in the cooperation of the English Jacobites kept many Scottish men of rank

from his standard, and diminished the courage of those who had joined it, nothing could be more seasonable

for the Chevalier than the open declaration in his favour of the representative of the house of

WaverleyHonour, so long known as cavaliers and royalists. This Fergus had foreseen from the beginning.

He really loved Waverley, because their feelings and projects never thwarted each other; he hoped to see him

united with Flora, and he rejoiced that they were effectually engaged in the same cause. But, as we before

hinted, he also exulted as a politician in beholding secured to his party a partisan of such consequence; and he

was far from being insensible to the personal importance which he himself gained with the Prince, from

Charles Edward, on his part, seemed eager to show his attendants the value which he attached to his new

adherent, by entering immediately, as in confidence, upon the circumstances of his situation. 'You have been

secluded so much from intelligence, Mr. Waverley, from causes of which I am but indistinctly informed, that

I presume you are even yet unacquainted with the important particulars of my present situation. You have,

however, heard of my landing in the remote district of Moidart, with only seven attendants, and of the

numerous chiefs and clans whose loyal enthusiasm at once placed a solitary adventurer at the head of a

gallant army. You must also, I think, have learned, that the commanderinchief of the Hanoverian Elector,

Sir John Cope, marched into the Highlands at the head of a numerous and wellappointed military force, with

the intention of giving us battle, but that his courage failed him when we were within three hours' march of

each other, so that he fairly gave us the slip, and marched northward to Aberdeen, leaving the Low Country

open and undefended. Not to lose so favourable an opportunity, I marched on to this metropolis, driving

before me two regiments of horse, Gardiner's and Hamilton's, who had threatened to cut to pieces every

Highlander that should venture to pass Stirling; and while discussions were carrying forward among the

magistracy and citizens of Edinburgh, whether they should defend themselves or surrender, my good friend

Lochiel (laying his hand on the shoulder of that gallant and accomplished chieftain) saved them the trouble of

further deliberation, by entering the gates with five hundred Camerons. Thus far, therefore, we have done

well; but, in the meanwhile, this doughty general's nerves being braced by the keen air of Aberdeen, he has

taken shipping for Dunbar, and I have just received certain information that he landed there yesterday. His

purpose must unquestionably be to march towards us to recover possession of the capital. Now, there are two

opinions in my council of war: one, that being inferior probably in numbers, and certainly in discipline and

military appointments, not to mention our total want of artillery, and the weakness of our cavalry, it will be

safest to fall back towards the mountains, and there protract the war, until fresh succours arrive from France,

and the whole body of the Highland clans shall have taken arms in our favour. The opposite opinion

maintains, that a retrograde movement, in our circumstances, is certain to throw utter discredit on our arms

and undertaking; and, far from gaining us new partisans, will be the means of dishearteningthose who have

joined our standard. The officers who use these last arguments, among whom is your friend Fergus

MacIvor, maintain, that if the Highlanders are strangers to the usual military discipline of Europe, the

soldiers whom they are to encounter are no less strangers to their peculiar and formidable mode of attack; that

the attachment and courage of the chiefs and gentlemen are not to be doubted; and that as they will be in the

midst of the enemy, their clansmen will as surely follow them; in fine, that having drawn the sword, we

should throw away the scabbard, and trust our cause to battle, and to the God of Battles. Will Mr. Waverley

Waverley coloured high betwixt pleasure and modesty at the distinction implied in this question, and

answered, with equal spiritand readiness, that he could not venture to offer an opinion as derived from

military skill, but that the counsel would be far the most acceptable to him which should first afford him an

'Spoken like a Waverley!' answered Charles Edward; and that you may hold a rank in some degree

corresponding to your name, allow me, instead of the captain's commission which you have lost, to offer you

the brevet rank of major in my service, with the advantage of acting as one of my aides de camp until you can

'Your Royal Highness will forgive me,' answered Waverley (for his recollection turned to Balmawhapple and

his scanty troop), 'If I decline accepting any rank until the time and place where I may have interest enough to

raise a sufficient body of men to make my command useful to your Royal Highness's service. In the

meanwhile, I hope for your permission to serve as a volunteer under my friend Fergus MacIvor.'

'At least,' said the Prince, who was obviously pleased with this proposal, 'allow me the pleasure of arming

you after the Highland fashion.' With these words, he unbuckled the broadsword which he wore, the belt of

which was plated with silver, and the steel baskethilt richly and curiously inlaid, 'The blade,' said the Prince,

'is a genuine Andrea Ferrara; it has been a sort of heirloom in our family; but I am convinced I put it into

better hands than my own, and will add to it pistols of the same workmanship.Colonel MacIvor, you

must have much to say to your friend; I will detain you no longer from your private conversation; but

remember, we expect you both to attend us in the evening. It may be perhaps the last night we may enjoy in

these halls, and as we go to the field with a clear conscience, we will spend the eve of battle merrily.'

'How do you like him?' was Fergus's first question, as they descended the large stone staircase.

'I knew you would think so when you saw him, and I intended you should have met earlier, but was prevented

by your sprain. And yet he has his foibles, or rather he has difficult cards to play, and his Irish officers, [See

note 24.] who are much about him, are but sorry advisers,they cannot discriminate among the numerous

pretensions that are set up. Would you think itI have been obliged for the present to suppress an earl's

patent, granted for services rendered ten years ago, for fear of exciting the jealousy, forsooth, of C and

M. But you were very right, Edward, to refuse the situation of aide de camp. There are two vacant, indeed,

but Clanronald and Lochiel, and almost all of us, have requested one for young Aberchallader, and the

Lowlanders and the Irish party are equally desirous to have the other for the Master of F. Now, if either of

these candidates were to be superseded in your favour, you would make enemies. And then I am surprised

that the Prince should have offered you a majority, when he knows very well that nothing short of

lieutenantcolonel will satisfy others, who cannot bring one hundred and fifty men to the field. "But patience,

cousin, and shuffle the cards!" It is all very well for the present, and we must have you regularly equipped for

the evening in your new costume; for, to say truth, your outward man is scarce fit for a court.'

'Why,' said Waverley, looking at his soiled dress, 'my shooting jacket has seen service since we parted; but

'You do my secondsight too much honour,' said Fergus, 'We were so busy, first with the scheme of giving

battle to Cope, and afterwards with our operations in the Lowlands, that I could only give general directions

to such of our people as were left in Perthshire to respect and protect you, should you come in their way. But

let me hear the full story of your adventures, for they have reached us in a very partial and mutilated manner.'

Waverley then detailed at length the circumstances with which the reader is already acquainted, to which

Fergus listened with great attention. By this time they had reached the door of his quarters, which he had

taken up in a small paved court, retiring from the street called the Canongate, at the house of a buxom widow

of forty, who seemed to smile very graciously upon the handsome young Chief, she being a person with

whom good looks and good humour were sure to secure an interest, whatever might be the party's political

opinions. Here Callum Beg received them with a smile of recognition. 'Callum,' said the Chief, 'call Shemus

an Snachad' (James of the Needle). This was the hereditary tailor of Vich Ian Vohr. 'Shemus, Mr. Waverley is

to wear the CATH DATH (battle colour, or tartan); his trews must be ready in four hours. You know the

'Eleven from haunch to heel, seven round the waistI give your honour leave to hang Shemus, if there's a

pair of sheers in the Highlands that has a baulder sneck than her's ain at the CUMADH AN TRUAIS' (shape

'Get a plaid of MacIvor tartan, and sash,' continued the Chieftain, 'and a blue bonnet of the Prince's pattern,

at Mr. Mouat's in the Crames. My short green coat, with silver lace and silver buttons, will fit him exactly,

and I have never worn it. Tell Ensign Maccombich to pick out a handsome target from among mine. The

Prince has given Mr. Waverley broadsword and pistols, I will furnish him with a dirk and purse; add but a

pair of low heeled shoes, and then, my dear Edward (turning to him), you will be a complete son of Ivor.

These necessary directions given, the Chieftain resumed the subject of Waverley's adventures. 'It is plain,' he

said, 'that you have been in the custody of Donald Bean Lean. You must know, that when I marched away my

clan to join the Prince, I laid my injunctions on that worthy member of society to perform a certain piece of

service, which done, he was to join me with all the force he could muster. But instead of doing so, the

gentleman, finding the coast clear, thought it better to make war on his own account, and has scoured the

country, plundering, I believe, both friend and foe, under pretence of levying blackmail, sometimes as if by

my authority, and sometimes (and be cursed to his consummate impudence) in his own great name! Upon my

honour, if I live to see the cairn of Benmore again, I shall be tempted to hang that fellow! I recognize his

hand particularly in the mode of your rescue from that canting rascal Gilfillan, and I have little doubt that

Donald himself played the part of the pedlar on that occasion; but how he should not have plundered you, or

put you to ransom, or availed himself in some way or other of your captivity for his own advantage, passes

'The Prince himself told me,' said Fergus,' and inquired very minutely into your history. He then mentioned

your being at that moment in the power of one of our northern partiesyou know I could not ask him to

explain particularsand requested my opinion about disposing of you. I recommended that you should be

brought here as a prisoner, because I did not wish to prejudice you further with the English Government, in

case you pursued your purpose of going southward. I knew nothing, you must recollect, of the charge brought

against you of aiding and abetting high treason, which, I presume, had some share in changing your original

plan. That sullen, goodfornothing brute, Balmawhapple, was sent to escort you from Doune, with what he

calls his troop of horse. As to his behaviour, in addition to his natural antipathy to everything that resembles a

gentleman, I presume his adventure with Bradwardine rankles in his recollection, the rather that I dare say his

mode of telling that story contributed to the evil reports which reached your quondam regiment.'

'Very likely,' said Waverley; 'but now surely, my dear Fergus, you may find time to tell me something of

'Why,' replied Fergus, 'I can only tell you that she is well, and residing for the present with a relation in this

city. I thought it better she should come here, as since our success a good many ladies of rank attend our

military court; and I assure you, that there is a sort of consequence annexed to the near relative of such a

person as Flora MacIvor; and where there is such a justling of claims and requests, a man must use every

There was something in this last sentence which grated on Waverley's feelings. He could not bear that Flora

should be considered as conducing to her brother's preferment, by the admiration which she must

unquestionably attract; and although it was in strict correspondence with many points of Fergus's character, it

shocked him as selfish, and unworthy of his sister's high mind, and his own independent pride. Fergus, to

whom such manoeuvres were familiar, as to one brought up at the French court, did not observe the

unfavourable impression which he had unwarily made upon his friend's mind, and concluded by saying, that

they could hardly see Flora before the evening, when she would be at the concert and ball, with which the

Prince's party were to be entertained. She and I had a quarrel about her not appearing to take leave of you. I

am unwilling to renew it, by soliciting her to receive you this morning; and perhaps my doing so might not

While thus conversing, Waverley heard in the court, before the windows of the parlour, a wellknown voice.

'I aver to you, my worthy friend,' said the speaker, 'that it is a total dereliction of military discipline; and were

you not as it were a TYRO, your purpose would deserve strong reprobation. For a prisoner of war is on no

account to be coerced with fetters, or detained IN ERGASTULO, as would have been the case had you put

this gentleman into the pit of the peelhouse at Balmawhapple. I grant, indeed, that such a prisoner may for

The growling voice of Balmawhapple was heard as taking leave in displeasure, but the word 'landlouper'

alone was distinctly audible. He had disappeared before Waverley reached the house, in order to greet the

worthy Baron of Bradwardine. The uniform in which he was now attired, a blue coat, namely, with gold lace,

a scarlet waistcoat and breeches, and immense jackboots, seemed to have added fresh stiffness and rigidity

to his tall, perpendicular figure; and the consciousness of military command and authority had increased, in

the same proportion, the self importance of his demeanour, and the dogmatism of his conversation.

He received Waverley with his usual kindness, and expressed immediate anxiety to hear an explanation of the

circumstances attending the loss of his commission in Gardiner's dragoons; 'not,' he said, 'that he had the least

apprehension of his young friend having done aught which could merit such ungenerous treatment as he had

received from Government, but because it was right and seemly that the Baron of Bradwardine should be, in

point of trust and in point of power, fully able to refute all calumnies against the heir of WaverleyHonour,

Fergus MacIvor, who had now joined them, went hastily over the circumstances of Waverley's story, and

concluded with the flattering reception he had met from the young Chevalier. The Baron listened in silence,

and at the conclusion shook Waverley heartily by the hand, and congratulated him upon entering the service

of his lawful Prince. 'For,' continued he, 'although it has been justly held in all nations a matter of scandal and

dishonour to infringe the SACRAMENTUM MILITARE, and that whether it was taken by each soldier

singly, whilk the Romans denominated PER CONJURATIONEM, or by one soldier in name of the rest, yet

no one ever doubted that the allegiance so sworn was discharged by the DIMISSIO, or discharging of a

soldier, whose case would be as hard as that of colliers, salters, and other ADSCRIPTI GLEBAE, or slaves of

the soil, were it to be accounted otherwise. This is something like the brocard expressed by the learned

Sanchez in his work DE JUREJURANDO, which you have questionless consulted upon this occasion. As

for those who have calumniated you by leasingmaking, I protest to Heaven I think they have justly incurred

the penalty of the MEMNONIA LEX, also called LEX RHEMNIA, which is prelected upon by Tullius in his

oration IN VERREM. I should have deemed, however, Mr. Waverley, that before destining yourself to any

special service in the army of the Prince, ye might have inquired what rank the old Bradwardine held there,

and whether he would not have been peculiarly happy to have had your services in the regiment of horse

Edward eluded this reproach by pleading the necessity of giving an immediate answer to the Prince's

proposal, and his uncertainty at the moment whether his friend the Baron was with the army, or engaged upon

This punctilio being settled, Waverley made inquiry after Miss Bradwardine, and was informed she had come

to Edinburgh with Flora MacIvor, under guard of a party of the Chieftain's men. This step was indeed

necessary, TullyVeolan having become a very unpleasant, and even dangerous place of residence for an

unprotected young lady, on account of its vicinity to the Highlands, and also to one or two large villages,

which, from aversion as much to the Caterans as zeal for presbytery, had declared themselves on the side of

Government, and formed irregular bodies of partisans, who had frequent skirmishes with the mountaineers,

and sometimes attacked the houses of the Jacobite gentry in the braes, or frontier betwixt the mountain and

'I would propose to you,' continued the Baron, 'to walk as far as my quarters in the Luckenbooths, and to

admire in your passage the High Street, whilk is, beyond a shadow of dubitation, finer than any street,

whether in London or Paris. But Rose, poor thing, is sorely discomposed with the firing of the Castle, though

I have proved to her from Blondel and Coehorn, that it is impossible a bullet can reach these buildings; and,

besides, I have it in charge from His Royal Highness to go to the camp, or leaguer of our army, to see that the

men do CONCLAMARE VASA, that is, truss up their bag and baggage for tomorrow's march.'

'Craving your pardon, Colonel MacIvor, not quite so easily as ye seem to opine. I grant most of your folk

left the Highlands, expedited as it were, and free from the incumbrance of baggage; but it is unspeakable the

quantity of useless sprechery which they have collected on their march, I saw one fellow of yours (craving

'Aye,' said Fergus, still in good humour, 'he would have told you, if you had questioned him, A GANGING

FOOT IS AYE GETTING. But come, my dear Baron, you know as well as I, that a hundred Uhlans, or a

single troop of Schmirschitz's Pandours, would make more havoc in a country than the knight of the mirror

'And that is very true likewise,' replied the Baron; 'they are, as the heathen author says, FEROCIORES IN

ASPECTU, MITIORES IN ACTU, of a horrid and grim visage, but more benign in demeanour than their

physiognomy or aspect might infer.But I stand here talking to you two youngsters when I should be in the

'But you will dine with Waverley and me on your return? I assure you, Baron, though I can live like a

Highlander when needs must, I remember my Paris education, and understand perfectly FAIRE LA

'And wha the deil doubts it,' quoth the Baron, laughing, 'when ye bring only the cookery, and the gude toun

must furnish the materials?'Weel, I have some business in the toun too: But I'll join you at three, if the

So saying, he took leave of his friends, and went to look after the charge which had been assigned him.

James of the Needle was a man of his word, when whisky was no party to the contract; and upon this

occasion Callum Beg, who still thought himself in Waverley's debt, since he had declined accepting

compensation at the expense of mine Host of the Candlestick's person, took the opportunity of discharging

the obligation, by mounting guard over the hereditary tailor of Sliochd nan Ivor; and, as he expressed himself,

'targed him tightly' till the finishing of the job. To rid himself of this restraint, Shemus's needle flew through

the tartan like lightning; and as the artist kept chanting some dreadful skirmish of Fin Macoul, he

accomplished at least three stitches to the death of every hero. The dress was, therefore, soon ready, for the

short coat fitted the wearer, and the rest of the apparel required little adjustment.

Our hero having now fairly assumed the 'garb of old Gaul,' well calculated its it was to give an appearance of

strength to a figure, which, though tall and wellmade, was rather elegant than robust, I hope my fair readers

will excuse him if he looked at himself in the mirror more than once, and could not help acknowledging that

the reflection seemed that of a very handsome young fellow. In fact, there was no disguising it. His light

brown hairfor he wore no periwig, notwithstanding the universal fashion of the timebecame the bonnet

which surmounted it. His person promised firmness and agility, to which the ample folds of the tartan added

and an air of bashfulness, which was in reality the effect of want of habitual intercourse with the world, gave

'He's a pratty mana very pratty man,' said Evan Dhu (now Ensign Maccombich) to Fergus's buxom

'He's vera weel,' said the Widow Flockhart, 'but no naething sae weelfar'd as your colonel, ensign.'

'I wasna comparing them,' quoth Evan, 'nor was I speaking about his being weelfavoured; but only that Mr.

Waverley looks clean made and DELIVER, and like a proper lad of his quarters, that will not cry barley in a

brulzie, And, indeed, he's gleg aneuch at the broadsword and target, I hae played wi' him mysell at

'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich,' said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the

'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart,' replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils.'

'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich?' demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest.

'And will ye face thae tearing chields, the dragoons, Ensign Maccombich?' again inquired the landlady.

'Claw for claw, as Conan said to Satan, Mrs. Flockhart, and the deevil tak the shortest nails.'

'Ye may swear it, Mrs. Flockhart; the very first man will he be, by Saint Phedar.'

'Merciful goodness! and if he's killed amang the redcoats!' exclaimed the softhearted widow.

'Troth, if it should sae befall, Mrs. Flockhart, I ken ane that will no be living to weep for him. But we maun a'

live the day, and have our dinner; and there's Vich Ian Vohr has packed his DORLACH, and Mr. Waverley's

wearied wi' majoring yonder afore the muckle pierglass; and that grey auld stoor carle, the Baron o'

Bradwardine, that shot young Ronald of Ballenkeiroch, he's coming down the close wi' that droghling

coghling bailie body they ca' Macwhupple, just like the Laird o' Kittlegab's French cook, wi' his turnspit

doggie trindling ahint him, and I am as hungry as a gled, my bonny dow; sae bid Kate set on the broo', and do

ye put on your pinners, for ye ken Vich Ian Vohr winna sit down till ye be at the head o' the table;and

This hint produced dinner. Mrs. Flockhart, smiling in her weeds like the sun through a mist; took the head of

the table, thinking within herself, perhaps, that she cared not how long the rebellion lasted, that brought her

into company so much above her usual associates. She was supported by Waverley and the Baron, with the

advantage of the Chieftain VISAVIS. The men of peace and of war, that is, Bailie Macwheeble and Ensign

Maccombich, after many profound conges to their superiors and each other, took their places on each side of

the Chieftain. Their fare was excellent, time, place, and circumstances considered, and Fergus's spirits were

extravagantly high. Regardless of danger, and sanguine from temper, youth, and ambition, he saw in

imagination all his prospects crowned with success, and was totally indifferent to the probable alternative of a

soldier's grave. The Baron apologized slightly for bringing Macwheeble. They had been providing, he said,

for the expenses of the campaign. 'And, by my faith,' said the old man, 'as I think this will be my last, so I just

end where I beganI hae evermore found the sinews of war, as a learned author calls the CAISSE

'What! have you raised our only efficient body of cavalry, and got ye none of the louis d'or out of the

DOUTELLE, to help you?' [The Doutelle was an armed vessel, which brought a small supply of money and

'That's a scandal,' said the young Highlander; 'but you will share what is left of my subsidy: it will save you

an anxious thought tonight, and will be all one tomorrow, for we shall all be provided for, one way or

other, before the sun sets.' Waverley, blushing deeply, but with great earnestness, pressed the same request.

'I thank ye baith, my good lads,' said the Baron, 'but I will not infringe upon your peculium. Bailie

Here the Bailie shifted and fidgeted about in his seat, and appeared extremely uneasy. At length, after several

preliminary hems, and much tautological expression of his devotion to his honour's service, by night or day,

living or dead, he began to insinuate, 'that the Banks had removed a' their ready cash into the Castle; that, nae

doubt, Sandie Goldie, the silversmith, would do mickle for his honour; but there was little time to get the

wadset made out; and, doubtless, if his honour Glennaquoich, or Mr. Waverley, could accommodate'

'Let me hear of no such nonsense, sir,' said the Baron, in a, tone which rendered Macwheeble mute, 'but

proceed as we accorded before dinner, if it be your wish to remain in my service.'

To this peremptory order the Bailie, though he felt as if condemned to suffer a transfusion of blood from his

own veins into those of the Baron, did not presume to make any reply. After fidgeting a little while longer,

however, he addressed himself to Glennaquoich, and told him, if his honour had mair ready siller than was

sufficient for his occasions in the field, he could put it out at use for his honour in safe hands, and at great

At this proposal Fergus laughed heartily, and answered, when he had recovered his breath,'Many thanks,

Bailie; but you must know it is a general custom among us soldiers to make our landlady our banker.Here,

Mrs. Flockhart,' said he, taking four or five broad pieces out of a wellfilled purse, and tossing the purse

itself, with its remaining contents, into her apron, 'these will serve my occasions; do you take the rest; be my

banker if I live, and my executor if I die; but take care to give something to the Highland cailliachs [Old

women, on whom devolved the duty of lamenting for the dead, which the Irish call KEENING.] that shall cry

'It is the TESTAMENTUM MILITARE,' quoth the Baron, 'whilk, amang the Romans, was privilegiate to be

nuncupative.' But the soft heart of Mrs. Flockhart was melted within her at the Chieftain's speech; she set up a

lamentable blubbering, and positively refused to touch the bequest, which Fergus was therefore obliged to

'Well, then,' said the Chief, 'if I fall, it will go to the grenadier that knocks my brains out, and I shall take care

Bailie Macwheeble was again tempted to put in his oar; for where cash was concerned, he did not willingly

remain silent. 'Perhaps he had better carry the gowd to Miss MacIvor, in case of mortality, or accidents of

war. It might tak the form of a MORTIS CAUSA donation in the young leddie's favour, and wad cost but the

'The young lady,' said Fergus, 'should such an event happen, will have other matters to think of than these

'Trueundeniablethere 's nae doubt o' that; but your honour kens that a full sorrow'

'Is endurable by most folk more easily than a hungry one?True, Bailie, very true; and I believe there may

even be some who would be consoled by such a reflection for the loss of the whole existing generation. But

there is a sorrow which knows neither hunger nor thirst; and poor Flora'He paused, and the whole

The Baron's thoughts naturally reverted to the unprotected state of his daughter, and the big tear came to the

veteran's eye. 'If I fall, Macwheeble; you have all my papers, and know all my affairs; be just to Rose.'

The Bailie was a man of earthly mould, after all; a good deal of dirt and dress about him, undoubtedly, but

some kindly and just feelings he had, especially where the Baron or his young mistress were concerned. He

set up a lamentable howl. 'If that doleful day should come, while Duncan Macwheeble had a boddle, it should

be Miss Rose's. He wald scroll for a plack the sheet, or she kenn'd what it was to want; if indeed a' the bonnie

baronie o' Bradwardine and TullyVeolan, with the fortalice and manorplace thereof (he kept sobbing and

whining at every pause), tofts, crofts, mosses, muirsoutfield, infieldbuildingsorchards

dovecotswith the right of net and coble in the water and loch of Veolanteinds, parsonage and

vicarageannexis, connexis rights of pasturagefuel, feal, and divotparts, pendicles, and pertinents

whatsoever(here he had recourse to the end of his long cravat to wipe his eyes, which overflowed in spite

of him, at the ideas which this technical jargon conjured up)all as more fully described in the proper

evidents and titles thereof and lying within the parish of Bradwardine, and the shire of Perthif, as

aforesaid, they must a' pass from my master's child to InchGrabbit, wha's a Whig and a Hanoverian, and be

managed by his doer, Jamie Howie, wha's no fit to be a birlieman, let be a bailie'

The beginning of this lamentation really had something affecting, but the conclusion rendered laughter

irresistible. 'Never mind, Bailie,' said Ensign Maccombich, 'for the gude auld times of rugging and riving

(pulling and tearing) are come back again, an' Sneckus MacSnacbus (meaning, probably, annexis,

connexis), and a' the rest of your friends, maun gie place to the langest claymore.'

'And that claymore shall be ours, Bailie,' said the Chieftain, who saw that Macwheeble looked very blank at

'But come, Bailie, be not cast down; drink your wine with a joyous heart; the Baron shall return safe and

victorious to TullyVeolan, and unite Killancureit's lairdship with his own, since the cowardly halfbred

'To be sure, they lie maist ewest,' [i.e. contiguous] said the Bairie, wiping his eyes, 'and should naturally fa'

'And I,' proceeded the Chieftain, 'shall take care of myself, too; 'for you must know, I have to complete a

good work here, by bringing Mrs. Flockhart into the bosom of the Catholic church, or at least half way, and

that is to your Episcopal meetinghouse. Oh, Baron! if you heard her fine countertenor admonishing Kate

and Matty in the morning, you, who understand music, would tremble at the idea of hearing her shriek in the

'Lord forgie you, colonel, how ye rin on! But I hope your honours will tak tea before ye gang to the palace,

So saying, Mrs. Flockhart left the gentlemen to their own conversation, which, as might be supposed, turned

Ensign Maccombich having gone to the Highland camp upon duty, and Bailie Macwheeble having retired to

digest his dinner and Evan Dhu's intimation of martial law in some blind changehouse, Waverley, with the

Baron and the Chieftain, proceeded to Holyrood House. The two last were in full tide of spirits, and the

Baron rallied in his way our hero upon the handsome figure which his new dress displayed to advantage. 'If

you have any design upon the heart of a bonny Scotch lassie, I would premonish you, when you address her,

whilk verses Robertson of Struan, Chief of the Clan Donnochy (unless the claims of Lude ought to be

Although, indeed, ye wear the trews, a garment whilk I approve maist of the twa, as mair ancient and seemly.'

By this time they reached the palace of Holyrood, and were announced respectively as they entered the

It is but too well known how many gentlemen of rank, education, and fortune, took a concern in the illfated

and desperate undertaking of 1745. The ladies, also, of Scotland very generally espoused the cause of the

gallant and handsome young Prince, who threw himself upon the mercy of his countrymen, rather like a hero

of romance than a calculating politician. It is not, therefore, to be wondered that Edward, who had spent the

greater part of his life in the solemn seclusion of Waverley Honour, should have been dazzled at the

liveliness and elegance of the scene now exhibited in the longdeserted halls of the Scottish palace. The

accompaniments, indeed, fell short of splendour, being such as the confusion and hurry of the time admitted;

still, however, the general effect was striking, and, the rank of the company considered, might well be called

It was not long before the lover's eye discovered the object of his attachment. Flora MacIvor was in the act;

of returning to her seat, near the top of the room, with Rose Bradwardine by her side. Among much elegance

and beauty, they had attracted a great degree of the public attention, being certainly two of the handsomest

women present. The Prince took much notice of both, particularly of Flora, with whom he danced; a

preference which she probably owed to her foreign education, and command of the French and Italian

When the bustle attending the conclusion of the dance permitted, Edward, almost intuitively, followed Fergus

to the place where Miss MacIvor was seated. The sensation of hope, with which he had nursed his affection

in absence of the beloved object, seemed to vanish in her presence, and, like one striving to recover the

particulars of a forgotten dream, he would have given the world at that moment to have recollected the

grounds on which he had founded expectations which now seemed so delusive. He accompanied Fergus with

downcast eyes, tingling ears, and the feelings of the criminal, who, while the melancholy cart moves slowly

through the crowds that have assembled to behold his execution, receives no clear sensation either from the

Flora seemed a littlea very littleaffected and discomposed at his approach. 'I bring you an adopted son

There was a slight emphasis on the word, which would have escaped every ear but one that was feverish with

apprehension. It was, however, distinctly marked, and, combined with her whole tone and manner, plainly

intimated, 'I will never think of Mr. Waverley as a more intimate connexion.' Edward stopped, bowed, and

looked at Fergus, who bit his lip; a movement of anger, which proved that he also had put a sinister

interpretation on the reception which his sister had given his friend. 'This, then, is an end of my daydream!'

Such was Waverley's first thought, and it was so exquisitely painful as to banish from his cheek every drop of

These words, which she uttered with great emotion, were overheard by the Chevalier himself, who stepped

hastily forward, and, taking Waverley by the hand, inquired kindly after his health, and added, that he wished

to speak with him. By a strong and sudden effort, which the circumstances rendered indispensable, Waverley

recovered himself so far as to follow the Chevalier in silence to a recess in the apartment.

Here the Prince detained him some time, asking various questions about the great Tory and Catholic families

of England, their connexions, their influence, and the state of their affections towards the house of Stuart. To

these queries Edward could not at any time have given more than general answers, and it may be supposed

that, in the present state of his feelings, his responses were indistinct even to confusion. The Chevalier smiled

once or twice at the incongruity of his replies, but continued the same style of conversation, although he

found himself obliged to occupy the principal share of it, until he perceived that Waverley had recovered his

presence of mind. It is probable that this long audience was partly meant to further the idea which the Prince

desired should be entertained among his followers, that Waverley was a character of political influence. But it

appeared, from his concluding expressions, that he had a different and goodnatured motive, personal to our

hero, for prolonging the conference. 'I cannot resist the temptation,' he said, 'of boasting of my own discretion

as a lady's confidant. You see, Mr. Waverley, that I know all, and I assure you I am deeply interested in the

affair. But, my good young friend, you must put a more severe restraint upon your feelings. There are many

here whose eyes can see as clearly as mine, but the prudence of whose tongues may not be equally trusted.'

So saying, he turned easily away, and joined a circle of officers at a few paces' distance, leaving Waverley to

meditate upon his parting expression, which though not intelligible to him in its whole purport, was

sufficiently so in the caution which the last word recommended. Making, therefore, an effort to show himself

worthy of the interest which his new master had expressed, by instant obedience to his recommendation, he

walked up to the spot where Flora and Miss Bradwardine were still seated, and having made his compliments

to the latter, he succeeded, even beyond his own expectation, in entering into conversation upon general

If, my dear reader, thou hast ever happened to take posthorses at , or at (one at least of which blanks,

or more probably both, you will be able to fill up from an inn near your own residence), you must have

observed, and doubtless with sympathetic pain, the reluctant agony with which the poor jades at first apply

their galled necks to the collars of the harness. But when the irresistible arguments of the postboy have

prevailed upon them to proceed a mile or two, they will become callous to the first sensation; and being warm

at the harness, as the said postboy may term it, proceed as if their withers were altogether unwrung. This

simile so much corresponds with the state of Waverley's feelings in the course of this memorable evening,

that I prefer it (especially as being, I trust, wholly original) to any more splendid illustration with which

Exertion, like virtue, is its own reward; and our hero had, moreover, other stimulating motives for

persevering in a display of affected composure and indifference to Flora's obvious unkindness. Pride, which

supplies its caustic as a useful, though severe, remedy for the wounds of affection, came rapidly to his aid.

Distinguished by the favour of a Prince; destined, he had room to hope, to play a conspicuous part in the

revolution which awaited a mighty kingdom; excelling, probably, in mental acquirements, and equalling, at

least, in personal accomplishments, most of the noble and distinguished persons with whom he was now

ranked; young, wealthy, and highborncould he, or ought he to droop beneath the frown of a capricious

With the feeling expressed in these beautiful lines (which, however, were not then written) [They occur in

Miss Seward's fine verses, beginningTo thy rocks, stormy Lannow, adieu.], Waverley determined upon

convincing Flora that he was not to be depressed. by a rejection, in which his vanity whispered that perhaps

she did her own prospects as much injustice as his. And, to aid this change of feeling, there lurked the secret

and unacknowledged hope, that she might learn to prize his affection more highly when she did not conceive

it to be altogether within her own choice to attract or repulse it. There was a mystic tone of encouragement,

also, in the Chevalier's words, though he feared they only referred to the wishes of Fergus in favour of a

union between him and his sister. But the whole circumstances of time, place, and incident, combined at once

to awaken his imagination, and to call upon him for a manly and decisive tone of conduct, leaving to fate to

dispose of the issue. Should he appear to be the only one sad and disheartened on the eve of battle, how

greedily would the tale be commented upon by the slander which had been already but too busy with his

fame? Never, never, he internally resolved, shall my unprovoked enemies possess such an advantage over my

Under the influence of these mixed sensations, and cheered at times by a smile of intelligence and

approbation from the Prince as he passed the group, Waverley exerted his powers of fancy, animation, and

eloquence, and attracted the general admiration of the company. The conversation gradually assumed the tone

best qualified for the display of his talents and acquisitions. The gaiety of the evening was exalted in

character, rather than checked, by the approaching dangers of the morrow. All nerves were strung for the

future, and prepared to enjoy the present. This mood of mind is highly favourable for the exercise of the

powers of imagination, for poetry, and for that eloquence which is allied to poetry. Waverley, as we have

elsewhere observed, possessed at times a wonderful flow of rhetoric; and, on the present occasion, he touched

more than once the higher notes of feeling, and then again ran off in a wild voluntary of fanciful mirth. He

was supported and excited by kindred spirits, who felt the same impulse of mood and time; and even those of

more cold and calculating habits were hurried along by the torrent. Many ladies declined the dance, which

still went forward, and, under various pretences, joined the party to which the 'handsome young Englishman'

seemed to have attached himself. He was presented to several of the first rank, and his manners, which for the

present were altogether free from the bashful restraint by which, in a moment of less excitation, they were

Flora MacIvor appeared to be the only female present who regarded him with a degree of coldness and

reserve; yet even she could not suppress a sort of wonder at talents which, in the course of their acquaintance,

she had never seen displayed with equal brilliancy and impressive effect. I do not know whether she might

not feel a momentary regret at having taken so decisive a resolution upon the addresses of a lover, who

seemed fitted so well to fill a high place in the highest stations of society. Certainly she had hitherto

accounted among the incurable deficiencies of Edward's disposition, the MAUVAISE HONTE, which, as she

had been educated in the first foreign circles, and was little acquainted with the shyness of English manners,

was, in her opinion, too nearly related to timidity and imbecility of disposition. But if a passing wish occurred

that Waverley could have rendered himself uniformly thus amiable and attractive, its influence was

momentary; for circumstances had arisen since they met, which rendered, in her eyes, the resolution she had

With opposite feelings, Rose Bradwardine bent her whole soul to listen. She felt a secret triumph at the public

tribute paid to one, whose merit she had learned to prize too early and too fondly. Without a thought of

jealousy, without a feeling of fear, pain, or doubt, and undisturbed by a single selfish consideration, she

resigned herself to the pleasure of observing the general murmur of applause. When Waverley spoke, her ear

was exclusively filled with his voice; when others answered, her eye took its turn of observation, and seemed

to watch his reply. Perhaps the delight which she experienced in the course of that evening, though transient,

and followed by much sorrow, was in its nature the most pure and disinterested which the human mind is

'Baron,' said the Chevalier, 'I would not trust my mistress in the company of your young friend. He is really,

though perhaps somewhat romantic, one of the most fascinating young men whom I have ever seen.'

'And by my honour, sir,' replied the Baron, 'the lad can sometimes be as dowff as a sexagenary like myself. If

your Royal Highness had seen him dreaming and dozing about the banks of TullyVeolan like an

hypochondriac person, or, as Burton's ANATOMIA hath it, a phrenesiac or lethargic patient, you would

wonder where he hath sae suddenly acquired all this fine sprack festivity and jocularity.'

'Truly,' said Fergus MacIvor, 'I think it can only be the inspiration of the tartans; for, though Waverley be

always a young fellow of sense and honour, I have hitherto often found him a very absent and inattentive

'We are the more obliged to him,' said the Prince, 'for having reserved for this evening qualities which even

such intimate friends had not discovered.But come, gentlemen, the night advances, and the business of

tomorrow must be early thought upon. Each take charge of his fair partner, and honour a small refreshment

He led the way to another suite of apartments, and assumed the seat and canopy at the head of a long range of

tables, with an air of dignity mingled with courtesy, which well became his high birth and lofty pretensions.

An hour had hardly flown away when the musicians played the signal for parting, so well known in Scotland.'

[Which is, or was wont to be, the old air of 'Good night, and joy be with you a'!']

'Goodnight, then, said the Chevalier, rising; 'Goodnight, and joy be with you!Goodnight, fair ladies,

who have so highly honoured a proscribed and banished Prince.Goodnight, my brave friends;may the

happiness we have this evening experienced be an omen of our return to these our paternal halls, speedily and

in triumph, and of many and many future meetings of mirth and pleasure in the palace of Holyrood!'

When the Baron of Bradwardine afterwards mentioned this adieu of the Chevalier, he never failed to repeat,

'which,' as he added, 'is weel rendered into English metre by my friend Bangour:

The conflicting passions and exhausted feelings of Waverley had resigned him to late but sound repose. He

was dreaming of Glennaquoich, and had transferred to the halls of Ian nan Chaistel the festal train which so

lately graced those of Holyrood. The pibroch too was distinctly heard; and this at least was no delusion, for

the 'proud step of the chief piper' of the 'chlain MacIvor' was perambulating the court before the door of his

Chieftain's quarters, and, as Mrs. Flockhart, apparently no friend to his minstrelsy, was pleased to observe,

'garring the very staneandlime wa's dingle wi' his screeching.' Of course, it soon became too powerful for

The sound of Callum's brogues in his apartment (for MacIvor had again assigned Waverley to his care) was

the next note of parting. 'Winna yere honour bang up? Vich Ian Vohr and ta Prince are awa to the lang green

glen ahint the clachan, tat they ca' the King's Park, and mony ane's on his ain shanks the day, that will be

carried on ither folk's ere night.' [The main body of the Highland army encamped, or rather bivouacked, in

Waverley sprang up, and, with Callum's assistance and instructions, adjusted his tartans in proper costume.

Callum told him also, 'tat his leather DORLACH wi' the lock on her was come frae Doune, and she was awa

By this periphrasis Waverley readily apprehended his portmanteau was intended. He thought upon the

mysterious packet of the maid of the cavern, which seemed always to escape him when within his very grasp.

But this was no time for indulgence of curiosity; and having declined Mrs, Flockhart's compliment of a

morning, i.e. a matutinal dram, being probably the only man in the Chevalier's army by whom such a

courtesy would have been rejected, he made his adieus, and departed with Callum.

'Callum,' said he, as they proceeded down a dirty close to gain the southern skirts of the Canongate, 'what

'Ta deil ane ye maun think o',' said Callum. 'Vich Ian Vohr's marching on foot at the head o' his kin (not to

say ta Prince, wha does the like), wi' his target on his shoulder; and ye maun e'en be neighbourlike.'

'And so I will, Callumgive me my target;so, there we are fixed. How does it look?'

'Like the bra' Highlander tat's painted on the board afore the mickle changehouse they ca' Luckie

Middlemass's,' answered Callum; meaning, I must observe, a high compliment, for, in his opinion, Luckie

Middlemass's sign was an exquisite specimen of art. Waverley, however, not feeling the full force of this

Upon extricating themselves from the mean and dirty suburbs of the metropolis, and emerging into the open

air, Waverley felt a renewal both of health and spirits, and turned his recollection with firmness upon the

events of the preceding evening, and with hope and resolution towards those of the approaching day.

When he had surmounted a small craggy eminence, called St. Leonard's Hill, the King's Park, or the hollow

between the mountain of Arthur's Seat, and the rising grounds on which the southern part of Edinburgh is

now built, lay beneath him, and displayed a singular and animating prospect. It was occupied by the army of

the Highlanders, now in the act of preparing for their march. Waverley had already seen something of the

kind at the huntingmatch which he attended with Fergus MacIvor; but this was on a scale of much greater

magnitude, and incomparably deeper interest. The rocks, which formed the background of the scene, and the

very sky itself, rang with the clang of the bagpipers, summoning forth, each with his appropriate pibroch, his

chieftain and clan. The mountaineers, rousing themselves from their couch under the canopy of heaven, with

the hum and bustle of a confused and irregular multitude, like bees alarmed and arming in their hives, seemed

to possess all the pliability of movement fitted to execute military manoeuvres. Their motions appeared

spontaneous and confused, but the result was order and regularity; so that a general must have praised the

conclusion, though a martinet might have ridiculed the method by which it was attained.

The sort of complicated medley created by the hasty arrangements of the various clans under their respective

banners, for the purpose of getting into the order of march, was in itself a gay and lively spectacle. They had

no tents to strike, having generally, and by choice, slept upon the open field, although the autumn was now

waning, and the nights began to be frosty. For a little space, while they were getting into order, there was

exhibited a changing, fluctuating; and confused appearance of waving tartans and floating plumes, and of

banners displaying the proud gathering word of Clanronald, GANION COHERIGA (Gainsay who dares);

LOCHSLOY, the watchword of the MacFarlanes; FORTH FORTUNE, AND FILL THE FETTERS, the

motto of the Marquis of Tuilibardine; BYDAND, that of Lord Lewis Gordon; and the appropriate signal

At length the mixed and wavering multitude arranged themselves into a narrow and dusky column of great

length, stretching through the whole extent of the valley. In the front of the column the standard of the

Chevalier was displayed, bearing at red cross upon a white ground, with the motto TANDEM

TRIUMPHANS. The few cavalry being chiefly Lowland gentry, with their domestic servants and retainers,

formed the advanced guard of the army; and their standards, of which they had rather too many in respect of

their numbers, were seen waving upon the extreme verge of the horizon. Many horsemen of this body, among

whom Waverley accidentally remarked Balmawhapple, and his lieutenant, Jinker (which last, however, had

been reduced, with several others, by the advice of the Baron of Bradwardine, to the situation of what he

called reformed officers, or reformadoes), added to the liveliness, though by no means to the regularity, of the

scene, by galloping their horses as fast forward as the press would permit, to join their proper station in the

van. The fascinations of the Circes of the High Street, and the potations of strength with which they had been

drenched over night, had probably detained these heroes within the walls of Edinburgh somewhat later than

was consistent with their morning duty. Of such loiterers, the prudent took the longer and circuitous, but

more open route, to attain their place in the march, by keeping at some distance from the infantry, and

making their way through the enclosures to the right, at the expense of leaping over or pulling down the

drystone fences. The irregular appearance and vanishing of these small parties of horsemen, as well as the

confusion occasioned by those who endeavoured, though generally without effect, to press to the front

through the crowd of Highlanders, maugre their curses, oaths, and opposition, added to the picturesque

While Waverley gazed upon this remarkable spectacle, rendered yet more impressive by the occasional

discharge of cannonshot from the Castle at the Highland guards as they were withdrawn from its vicinity to

join their main body, Callum, with his usual freedom of interference, reminded him that Vich Ian Vohr's folk

were nearly at the head of the column of march, which was still distant, and that 'they would gang very fast

after the cannon fired.' Thus admonished, Waverley walked briskly forward, yet often easting a glance upon

the darksome clouds of warriors who were collected before and beneath him. A nearer view, indeed, rather

diminished the effect impressed on the mind by the more distant appearance of the army. The leading men of

each clan were well armed with broadsword, target, and fusee, to which all added the dirk, and most the steel

pistol. But these consisted of gentlemen, that is, relations of the chief, however distant, and who had an

immediate title to his countenance and protection. Finer and hardier men could not have been selected out of

any army in Christendom; while the free and independent habits which each possessed, and which each was

yet so well taught to subject to the command of his chief, and the peculiar mode of discipline adopted in

Highland warfare, rendered them equally formidable by their individual courage and high spirit, and from

their rational conviction of the necessity of acting in unison, and of giving their national mode of attack the

But, in a lower rank to these, there were found individuals of an inferior description, the common peasantry

of the Highland country, who, although they did not allow themselves to be so called, and claimed often, with

apparent truth, to be of more ancient descent than the masters whom they served, bore, nevertheless, the

livery of extreme penury, being indifferently accoutred, and worse armed, half naked, stinted in growth, and

miserable in aspect. Each important clan had some of those Helots attached to them;thus, the MacCouls,

though tracing their descent from Comhal, the father of Finn or Fingal, were a sort of Gibeonites, or

hereditary servants to the Stewarts of Appin; the Macbeths, descended from the unhappy monarch of that

name, were subjects to the Morays, and clan Donnochy, or Robertsons of Athole; and many other examples

might be given, were it not for the risk of hurting any pride of clanship which may yet be left, and thereby

drawing a Highland tempest into the shop of my publisher. Now these same Helots, though forced into the

field by the arbitrary authority of the chieftains under whom they hewed wood and drew water, were, in

general, very sparingly fed, ill dressed, and worse armed. The latter circumstance was indeed owing chiefly

to the general disarming act, which had been carried into effect ostensibly through the whole Highlands,

although most of the chieftains contrived to eludeits influence, by retaining the weapons of their own

immediate clansmen, and delivering up those of less value, which they collected from these inferior satellites.

It followed, as a matter of course, that, as we have already hinted, many of these poor fellows were brought to

From this it happened, that, in bodies, the van of which were admirably well armed in their own fashion, the

rear resembled actual banditti. Here was a poleaxe, there a sword without a scabbard; here a gun without a

lock, there a scythe set straight upon a pole; and some had only their dirks, and bludgeons or stakes pulled out

of hedges. The grim, uncombed, and wild appearance of these men, most of whom gazed with all the

admiration of ignorance upon the most ordinary production of domestic art, created surprise in the Lowlands,

but it also created terror. So little was the condition of the Highlands known at that late period, that the

character and appearance of their population, while thus sallying forth as military adventurers, conveyed to

the southcountry Lowlanders as much surprise as if an invasion of African Negroes or Esquimaux Indians

had issued forth from the northern mountains of their own native country. It cannot therefore be wondered if

Waverley, who had hitherto judged of the Highlanders generally from the samples which the policy of Fergus

had from time to time exhibited, should have felt damped and astonished at the daring attempt of a body not

half the number, at the utmost, were armed, to change the fate, and alter the dynasty, of the British kingdoms.

As he moved along the column, which still remained stationary, an iron gun, the only piece of artillery

possessed by the army which meditated so important a revolution, was fired as the signal of march. The

Chevalier had expressed a wish to leave this useless piece of ordnance behind him; but, to his surprise, the

Highland chiefs interposed to solicit that it might accompany their march, pleading the prejudices of their

followers, who, little accustomed to artillery, attached a degree of absurd importance to this fieldpiece, and

expected it would contribute essentially to a victory which they could only owe to their own muskets and

broadswords. Two or three French artillerymen were therefore appointed to the management of this military

engine, which was drawn along by a string of Highland ponies, and was, after all, only used for the purpose

No sooner was its voice heard upon the present occasion, than the whole line was in motion. A wild cry of

joy from the advancing battalions rent the air, and was then lost in the shrill clangour of the bagpipes, as the

sound of these, in their turn, was partially drowned by the heavy tread of so many men put at once into

motion. The banners glittered and shook as they moved forward, and the horse hastened to occupy their

station as the advanced guard, and to push on reconnoitring parties to ascertain and report the motions of the

enemy. They vanished from Waverley's eye as they wheeled round the base of Arthur's seat, under the

The infantry followed in the same direction, regulating their pace by another body which occupied a road

more to the southward. It cost Edward some exertion of activity to attain the place which Fergus's followers

When Waverley reached that part of the column which was filled by the clan of MacIvor, they halted,

formed, and received him with a triumphant flourish upon the bagpipes, and a loud shout of the men, most of

whom knew him personally, and were delighted to see him in the dress of their country and of their sept. 'You

shout,' said a Highlander of a neighbouring clan to Evan Dhu, 'as if the Chieftain were just come to your

MAR E BRAN IS E BRATHAIR, If it be not Bran, it is Bran's brother,' was the proverbial reply of

Maccombich. [Bran, the wellknown dog of Fingal, is often the theme of Highland proverb as well as song.]

'Oh, then, it is the handsome Sassenach Duinhewassel, that is to be married to Lady Flora?'

'That may be, or it may not be; and it is neither your matter nor mine, Gregor.'

Fergus advanced to embrace the volunteer, and afford him a warm and hearty welcome; but he thought it

necessary to apologize for the diminished numbers of his battalion (which did not exceed three hundred men),

The real fact, however, was, that the defection of Donald Bean Lean had deprived him of at least thirty hardy

fellows, whose services he had fully reckoned upon, and that many of his occasional adherents had been

recalled by their several chiefs to the standards to which they most properly owed their allegiance. The rival

chief of the great northern branch also of his own clan, had mustered his people, although he had not yet

declared either for the Government or for the Chevalier, and by his intrigues had in some degree diminished

the force with which Fergus took the field. To make amends for these disappointments, it was universally

admitted that the followers of Vich Ian Vohr, in point of appearance, equipment, arms, and dexterity in using

them, equalled the most choice troops which followed the standard of Charles Edward. Old Ballenkeiroch

acted as his major; and, with the other officers who had known Waverley when at Glennaquoich, gave our

hero a cordial reception, as the sharer of their future dangers and expected honours.

The route pursued by the Highland army, after leaving the village of Duddingston, was for some time the

common postroad betwixt Edinburgh and Haddington, until they crossed the Esk at Musselburgh, when,

instead of keeping the low grounds towards the sea, they turned more inland, and occupied the brow of the

eminence called Carberry hill, a place already distinguished in Scottish history as the spot where the lovely

Mary surrendered herself to her insurgent subjects. This direction was chosen, because the Chevalier had

received notice that the army of the Government, arriving by sea from Aberdeen, had landed at Dunbar, and

quartered the night before to the west of Haddington, with the intention of falling down towards the seaside,

and approaching Edinburgh by the lower coastroad. By keeping the height, which overhung that road in

many places, it was hoped the Highlanders might find an opportunity of attacking them to advantage. The

army therefore halted upon the ridge of Carberry hill, both to refresh the soldiers, and as a central situation,

from which their march could be directed to any point that the motions of the enemy might render most

advisable. While they remained in this position, a messenger arrived in haste to desire MacIvor to come to

the Prince, adding, that their advanced post had had a skirmish with some of the enemy's cavalry, and that the

Waverley walked forward out of the line to satisfy his curiosity, and soon observed five or six of the troopers,

who, covered with dust, had galloped in to announce that the enemy were in full march westward along the

coast. Passing still a little further on, he was struck with a groan which issued from a hovel. He approached

the spot, and heard a voice, in the provincial English of his native county, which endeavoured, though

frequently interrupted by pain, to repeat the Lord's Prayer. The voice of distress always found a ready answer

in our hero's bosom. He entered the hovel, which seemed to be intended for what is called, in the pastoral

counties of Scotland, a smearinghouse; and in its obscurity Edward could only at first discern a sort of red

bundle; for those who had stripped the wounded man of his arms, and part of his clothes, had left him the

'For the love of God,' said the wounded man, as he heard Waverley's step, 'give me a single drop of water!'

'You shall have it,' answered Waverley, at the same time raising him in his arms, bearing him to the door of

'I should know that voice,' said the man; but, looking on Waverley's dress with a bewildered look,'no, this

This was the common phrase by which Edward was distinguished on the estate of WaverleyHonour, and the

sound now thrilled to his heart with the thousand recollections which the wellknown accents of his native

country had already contributed to awaken. 'Houghton!' he said, gazing on the ghastly features which death

'I never thought to hear an English voice again,' said the wounded man; 'they left me to live or die here as I

could, when they found I would say nothing about the strength of the regiment. But, oh, squire! how could

you stay from us so long, and let us be tempted by that fiend of the pit, Ruffin?we should have followed

'I often thought so,' said Houghton, 'though they showed us your very seal; and so Timms was shot, and I was

'Do not exhaust your strength in speaking,' said Edward; 'I will get you a surgeon presently.'

He saw MacIvor approaching, who was now returning from head quarters, where he had attended a

council of war, and hastened to meet him. 'Brave news!' shouted the Chief; 'we shall be at it in less than two

hours. The Prince has put himself at the head of the advance, and as he drew his sword, called out, "My

'Why, where should you? We have none, you know, but two or three French fellows, who, I believe, are little

'Poor fellow!' said Fergus, in a momentary fit of compassion; then instantly added, 'But it will be a thousand

'I'll send Callum to you. But DIAOUL!CAEDE MILLIA MOLLIGHEART!' continued the impatient

Chieftain,'what made an old soldier, like Bradwardine, send dying men here to cumber us?'

Callum came with his usual alertness; and, indeed, Waverley rather gained than lost in the opinion of the

Highlanders, by his anxiety about the wounded man. They would not have understood the general

philanthropy which rendered it almost impossible for Waverley to have passed any person in such distress;

but, as apprehending that the sufferer was one of his following, [SCOTTICE for followers.] they

unanimously allowed that Waverley's conduct was that of a kind and considerate chieftain, who merited the

attachment of his people. In about a quarter of an hour poor Humphry breathed his last, praying his young

master, when he returned to WaverleyHonour, to be kind to old Job Houghton and his dame, and conjuring

When his last breath was drawn, Waverley, who had beheld with sincere sorrow, and no slight tinge of

remorse, the final agonies of mortality, now witnessed for the first time, commanded Callum to remove the

body into the hut. This the young Highlander performed, not without examining the pockets of the defunct,

which, however, he remarked, had been pretty well spung'd. He took the cloak, however, and proceeding with

the provident caution of a spaniel hiding a bone, concealed it among some furze, and carefully marked the

spot, observing that, if he chanced to return that way, it would be an excellent rokelay for his auld mother

It was by a considerable exertion that they regained their place in the marching column, which was now

moving rapidly forward to occupy the high grounds above the village of Tranent, between which and the sea,

This melancholy interview with his late sergeant forced many unavailing and painful reflections upon

Waverley's mind. It was clear, from the confession of the man, that Colonel Gardiner's proceedings had been

strictly warranted, and even rendered indispensable, by the steps taken in Edward's name to induce the

soldiers of his troop to mutiny. The circumstance of the seal, he now, for the first time, recollected, and that

he had lost it in the cavern of the robber, Bean Lean. That the artful villain had secured it, and used it as the

means of carrying on an intrigue in the regiment, for his own purposes, was sufficiently evident, and Edward

had now little doubt that in the packet placed in his portmanteau by his daughter, he should find further light

upon his proceedings. In the meanwhile, the repeated expostulation of Houghton,'Ah, squire, why did you

'Yes,' he said, 'I have indeed acted towards you with thoughtless cruelty. I brought you from your paternal

fields, and the protection of a generous and kind landlord, and when I had subjected you to all the rigour of

military discipline, I shunned to bear my own share of the burden, and wandered from the duties I had

undertaken, leaving alike those whom it was my business to protect, and my own reputation, to suffer under

the artifices of villany. O indolence and indecision of mind! if not in yourselves vices, to how much exquisite

Although the Highlanders marched on very fast, the sun was declining when they arrived upon the brow of

those high grounds which command an open and extensive plain stretching northward to the sea, on which

are situated, but at a considerable distance from each other, the small villages of Seaton and Cockenzie, and

the larger one of Preston. One of the low coastroads to Edinburgh passed through this plain, issuing upon it

from the enclosures of Seatonhouse, and at the town or village of Preston again entering the defiles of an

enclosed country. By this way the English general had chosen to approach the metropolis, both as most

commodious for his cavalry, and being probably of opinion that, by doing so, he would meet in front with the

Highlanders advancing from Edinburgh in the opposite direction. In this he was mistaken; for the sound

judgement of the Chevalier, or of those to whose advice he listened, left the direct passage free, but occupied

When the Highlanders reached the heights above the plain described, they were immediately formed in army

of battle along the brow of the hill. Almost at the same instant the van of the English appeared issuing from

among the trees and enclosures of Seaton, with the purpose of occupying the level plain between the high

ground and the sea; the space which divided the armies being only about half a mile in breadth. Waverley

could plainly see the squadrons of dragoons issue, one after another, from the defiles, with their videttes in

front, and form upon the plain, with their front opposed to that of the Prince's army. They were followed by a

train of fieldpieces, which, when they reached the flank of the dragoons, were also brought into line, and

pointed against the heights. The march was continued by three or four regiments of infantry marching in open

column, their fixed bayonets showing like successive hedges of steel, and their arms glancing like lightning,

as, at a signal given, they also at once wheeled up, and were placed in direct opposition to the Highlanders. A

second train of artillery, with another regiment of horse, closed the long march, and formed on the left flank

While the English army went through these evolutions, the Highlanders showed equal promptitude and zeal

for battle. As fast as the clans came upon the ridge which fronted their enemy, they were formed into line, so

that both armies got into complete order of battle at the same moment. When this was accomplished, the

Highlanders set up a tremendous yell, which was reechoed by the heights behind them. The regulars, who

were in high spirits, returned a loud shout of defiance, and fired one or two of their cannon upon an advanced

post of the Highlanders. The latter displayed great earnestness to proceed instantly to the attack, Evan Dhu

urging to Fergus, by way of argument, that 'the SIDIER ROY was tottering like an egg upon a staff, and that

they had a' the vantage of the onset, for even a haggis (God bless her!) could charge down hill.'

But the ground through which the mountaineers must have descended, although not of great extent, was

impracticable in its character, being not only marshy, but intersected with walls of drystone, and traversed

in its whole length by a very broad and deep ditch, circumstances which must have given the musketry of the

regulars dreadful advantages, before the mountaineers could have used their swords, on which they were

taught to rely. The authority of the commanders was therefore interposed to curb the impetuosity of the

Highlanders, and only a few marksmen were sent down the descent to skirmish with the enemy's advanced

Here, then, was a military spectacle of no ordinary interest, or usual occurrence. The two armies, so different

in aspect and discipline, yet each admirably trained in its own peculiar mode of war, upon whose conflict the

temporary fate at least of Scotland appeared to depend, now faced each other like two gladiators in the arena,

each meditating upon the mode of attacking their enemy. The leading officers, and the general's staff of each

army, could be distinguished in front of their lines, busied with spyglasses to watch each other's motions,

and occupied in dispatching the orders and receiving the intelligence conveyed, by the aidesdecamp and

orderly men, who gave life to the scene by galloping along in different directions as if the fate of the day

depended upon the speed of their horses. The space between the armies was at times occupied by the partial

and irregular contests of individual sharpshooters, and a hat or bonnet was occasionally seen to fall, as a

wounded man was borne off by his comrades. These, however, were but trifling skirmishes, for it suited the

views of neither party to advance in that direction. From the neighbouring hamlets, the peasantry cautiously

showed themselves, as if watching the issue of the expected engagement; and at no great distance in the bay

were two squarerigged vessels, bearing the English flag, whose tops and yards were crowded with less timid

When this awful pause had lasted for a short time, Fergus, with another chieftain, received orders to detach

their clans towards the village of Preston, in order to threaten the right flank of Cope's army, and compel him

to a change of position. To enable him to execute these orders, the Chief of Glennaquoich occupied the

churchyard of Tranent, a commanding situation, and a convenient place, as Evan Dhu remarked, 'for any

gentleman who might have the misfortune to be killed, and chanced to be curious about Christian burial.' To

check or dislodge this party, the English general detached two guns escorted by a strong party of cavalry.

They approached so near, that Waverley could plainly recognize the standard of the troop he had formerly

commanded, and hear the trumpets and kettledrums sound the signal of advance, which he had so often

obeyed. He could hear, too, the wellknown word given in the English dialect, by the equally

welldistinguished voice of the commandingofficer, for whom he had once felt so much respect. It was at

that instant, that, looking around him, he saw the wild dress and appearance of his Highland associates, heard

their whispers in an uncouth and unknown language, looked upon his own dress, so unlike that which he had

worn from his infancy, and wished to awake from what seemed at the moment a dream, strange, horrible, and

unnatural. 'Good God!' he muttered, 'am I then a traitor to my country, a renegade to my standard, and a foe,

Ere he could digest or smother the recollection, the tall military form of his late commander came full in

view, for the purpose of reconnoitring. 'I can hit him now,' said Callum, cautiously raising his fusee over the

Edward felt as if he was about to see a parricide committed in his presence; for the venerable grey hair and

striking countenance of the veteran recalled the almost paternal respect with which his officers universally

regarded him. But ere he could say 'Hold!' an aged Highlander, who lay beside Callum Beg, stopped his arm.

'Spare your shot,' said the seer, 'his hour is not yet come. But let him beware of tomorrow.I see his

Callum, flint to other considerations, was penetrable to superstition. He turned pale at the words of the

TAISHATR, and recovered his piece. Colonel Gardiner, unconscious of the danger he had escaped, turned

By this time the regular army had assumed a new line, with one flank inclined towards the sea, and the other

resting upon the village of Preston; and as similar difficulties occurred in attacking their new position, Fergus

and the rest of the detachment were recalled to their former post. This alteration created the necessity of a

corresponding change in General Cope's army, which was again brought into a line parallel with that of the

Highlanders. In these manoeuvres on both sides the daylight was nearly consumed, and both armies prepared

to rest upon their arms for the night in the lines which they respectively occupied.

'There will be nothing done tonight,' said Fergus to his friend Waverley. 'Ere we wrap ourselves in our

When they approached his post, they found the good old careful officer, after having sent out his night

patrols, and posted his sentinels, engaged in reading the Evening Service of the Episcopal Church to the

remainder of his troop. His voice was loud and sonorous, and though his spectacles upon his nose, and the

appearance of Saunders Saunderson, in military array, performing the functions of clerk, had something

ludicrous, yet the circumstances of danger in which they stood, the military costume of the audience, and the

appearance of their horses, saddled and picketed behind them, gave an impressive and solemn effect to the

'I have confessed today, ere you were awake,' whispered Fergus to Waverley; 'yet I am not so strict a

As he shut the book, 'Now, lads,' said he, 'have at them in the morning, with heavy hands and light

consciences.' He then kindly greeted MacIvor and Waverley, who requested to know his opinion of their

situation. 'Why, you know, Tacitus saith, "IN REBUS BELLICIS MAXIME DOMINATUR FORTUNA,"

which is equiponderate with our vernacular adage, "Luck can maist in the mellee." But credit me, gentlemen,

yon man is not a deacon o' his craft. He damps the spirits of the poor lads he commands, by keeping them on

the defensive, whilk of itself implies inferiority or fear. Now will they lie on their arms yonder, as anxious

and as ill at ease as a toad under a harrow, while our men will be quite fresh and blithe for action in the

morning. Well, goodnight.One thing troubles me, but if tomorrow goes well off, I will consult you about

'I could almost apply to Mr. Bradwardine the character which Henry gives of Fluellen,' said Waverley, as his

'He has seen much service,' answered Fergus, 'and one is sometimes astonished to find how much nonsense

and reason are mingled in his composition, I wonder what can be troubling his mindprobably something

The roll of the drum and shrill accompaniment of the fifes swelled up the hilldied awayresumed its

thunderand was at length hushed. The trumpets and kettledrums of the cavalry were next heard to perform

the beautiful and wild point of war appropriated as a signal for that piece of nocturnal duty, and then finally

The friends, who had now reached their post, stood and looked round them ere they lay down to rest. The

western sky twinkled with stars, but a frostmist, rising from the ocean, covered the eastern horizon, and

rolled in white wreaths along the plain where the adverse army lay couched upon their arms. Their advanced

posts were pushed as far as the side of the great ditch at the bottom of the descent, and had kindled large fires

at different intervals, gleaming with obscure and hazy lustre through the heavy fog which encircled them with

The Highlanders, 'thick as leaves in Vallombrosa,' lay stretched upon the ridge of the hill, buried (excepting

their sentinels) in the most profound repose. 'How many of these brave fellows will sleep more soundly

'You must not think of that,' answered Fergus, whose ideas were entirely military. 'You must only think of

With the opiate contained in this undeniable remark, Edward endeavoured to lull the tumult of his conflicting

feelings. The Chieftain and he, combining their plaids, made a comfortable and warm couch. Callum, sitting

down at their head (for it was his duty to watch upon the immediate person of the Chief), began a long

mournful song in Gaelic, to a low and uniform tune, which, like the sound of the wind at a distance, soon

When Fergus MacIvor and his friend had slept for a few hours, they were awakened, and summoned to

attend the Prince. The distant villageclock was heard to toll three as they hastened to the place where he lay.

He was already surrounded by his principal officers and the chiefs of clans. A bundle of peas straw, which

had been lately his couch, now served for his seat. Just as Fergus reached the circle, the consultation had

broken up. 'Courage, my brave friends!' said the Chevalier, 'and each one put himself instantly at the head of

his command; a faithful friend [See Note 26.] has offered to guide us by a practicable, though narrow and

circuitous route, which, sweeping to our right, traverses the broken ground and morass, and enables us to gain

the firm and open plain, upon which the enemy are lying. This difficulty surmounted, Heaven and your good

The proposal spread unanimous joy, and each leader hastened to get his men into order with as little noise as

possible. The army, moving by its right from off the ground on which they had rested, soon entered the path

through the morass, conducting their march with astonishing silence and great rapidity. The mist had not

risen to the higher grounds, so that for some time they had the advantage of starlight. But this was lost as the

stars faded before approaching day, and the head of the marching column, continuing its descent, plunged as

it were into the heavy ocean of fog, which rolled its white waves over the whole plain, and over the sea by

which it was bounded. Some difficulties were now to be encountered, inseparable from darkness,a narrow,

broken, and marshy path, and the necessity of preserving union in the march. These, however, were less

inconvenient to Highlanders, from their habits of life, than they would have been to any other troops, and

As the clan of Ivor approached the firm ground, following the track of those who preceded them, the

challenge of a patrol was heard through the mist, though they could not see the dragoon by whom it was

'Hush!' cried Fergus, 'hush!Let none answer, as he values his life.Press forward!' and they continued

The patrol fired his carabine upon the body, and the report was instantly followed by the clang of his horse's

feet as he galloped off. 'HYLAX IN LIMINE LATRAT,' said the Baron of Bradwardine, who heard the shot;

The clan of Fergus had now gained the firm plain, which had lately borne a large crop of corn. But the

harvest was gathered in, and the expense was unbroken by tree, bush, or interruption of any kind. The rest of

the army were following fast, when they heard the drums of the enemy beat the general. Surprise, however,

had made no part of their plan, so they were not disconcerted by this intimation that the foe was upon his

guard and prepared to receive them. It only hastened their dispositions for the combat, which were very

The Highland army, which now occupied the eastern end of the wide plain, or stubble field, so often referred

to, was drawn up in two lines, extending from the morass towards the sea. The first was destined to charge

the enemy, the second to act as a reserve. The few horse, whom the Prince headed in person, remained

between the two lines. The Adventurer had intimated a resolution to charge in person at the head of his first

line; but his purpose was deprecated by all around him, and he was with difficulty induced to abandon it.

Both lines were now moving forward, the first prepared for instant combat. The clans of which it was

composed, formed each a sort of separate phalanx, narrow in front, and in depth ten, twelve, or fifteen files,

according to the strength of the following. The best armed and best born, for the words were synonymous,

were placed in front of each of these irregular subdivisions. The others in the rear shouldered forward the

front, and by their pressure added both physical impulse, and additional ardour and confidence, to those who

'Down with your plaid, Waverley,' cried Fergus, throwing off his own; 'we'll win silks for our tartans before

The clansmen on every side stripped their plaids, prepared their arms, and there was an awful pause of about

three minutes, during which the men, pulling off their bonnets, raised their faces to heaven, and uttered a

short prayer; then pulled their bonnets over their brows, and began to move forward at first slowly. Waverley

felt his heart at that moment throb as it would have burst from his bosom. It was not fear, it was not

ardour,it was a compound of both, a new and deeply energetic impulse, that with its first emotion chilled

and astounded, then fevered and maddened his mind, The sounds around him combined to exalt his

enthusiasm; the pipes played, and the clans rushed forward, each in its own dark column. As they advanced

they mended their pace, and the muttering sounds of the men to each other began to swell into a wild cry.

At this moment, the sun, which was now risen above the horizon, dispelled the mist. The vapours rose like a

curtain, and showed the two armies in the act of closing. The line of the regulars was formed directly fronting

the attack of the Highlanders; it glittered with the appointments of a complete army, and was flanked by

'Forward, sons of Ivor,' cried their Chief, 'or the Camerons will draw the first blood!'They rushed on with a

The rest is well known. The horse, who were commanded to charge the advancing Highlanders in the flank,

received an irregular fire from their fusees as they ran on, and, seized with a disgraceful panic, wavered,

halted, disbanded, and galloped from the field. The artillerymen, deserted by the cavalry, fled after

discharging their pieces, and the Highlanders, who dropped their guns when fired, and drew their

It was at this moment of confusion and terror, that Waverley remarked an English officer, apparently of high

rank, standing alone and unsupported by a fieldpiece, which, after the flight of the men by whom it was

wrought, he had himself levelled and discharged against the clan of MacIvor, the nearest group of

Highlanders within his aim. Struck with his tall, martial figure, and eager to save him from inevitable

destruction, Waverley outstripped for an instant even the speediest of the warriors, and, reaching the spot

first, called to him to surrender. The officer replied by a thrust with his sword, which Waverley received in

his target, and in turning it aside the Englishman's weapon broke. At the same time the battleaxe of Dugald

Mahony was in the act of descending upon the officer's head. Waverley intercepted and prevented the blow,

and the officer, perceiving further resistance unavailing, and struck with Edward's generous anxiety for his

safety, resigned the fragment of his sword, and was committed by Waverley to Dugald, with strict charge to

use him well, and not to pillage his person, promising him, at the same time, full indemnification for the

On Edward's right, the battle for a few minutes raged fierce and thick. The English infantry, trained in the

wars in Flanders, stood their ground with great courage. But their extended files were pierced and broken in

many places by the close masses of the clans; and in the personal struggle which ensued, the nature of the

Highlanders' weapons, and their extraordinary fierceness and activity, gave them a decided superiority over

those who had been accustomed to trust much to their array and discipline, and felt that the one was broken

and the other useless. Waverley, as he cast his eyes towards this scene of smoke and slaughter, observed

Colonel Gardiner, deserted by his own soldiers in spite of all his attempts to rally them, yet spurring his horse

through the field to take the command of a small body of infantry, who, with their backs arranged against the

wall of his own park (for his house was close by the field of battle), continued a desperate and unavailing

resistance. Waverley could perceive that he had already received many wounds, his clothes and saddle being

marked with blood. To save this good and brave man, became the instant object of his most anxious

exertions. But he could only witness his fall. Ere Edward could make his way among the Highlanders, who,

furious and eager for spoil, now thronged upon each other, he saw his former commander brought from his

horse by the blow of a scythe, and beheld him receive, while on the ground, more wounds than would have

let out twenty lives. When Waverley came up, however, perception had not entirely fled. The dying warrior

seemed to recognize Edward, for he fixed his eye upon him with an upbraiding, yet sorrowful look, and

appeared to struggle for utterance. But he felt that death was dealing closely with him, and resigning his

purpose, and folding his hands as if in devotion, he gave up his soul to his Creator. The look with which he

regarded Waverley in his dying moments did not strike him so deeply at that crisis of hurry and confusion, as

when it recurred to his imagination at the distance of some time. [See Note 27.]

Loud shouts of triumph now echoed over the whole field. The battle was fought and won, and the whole

baggage, artillery, and military stores of the regular army remained in possession of the victors. Never was a

victory more complete. Scarce any escaped from the battle, excepting the cavalry, who had left it at the very

onset, and even these were broken into different parties and scattered all over the country. So far as our tale is

concerned, we have only to relate the fate of Balmawhapple, who, mounted on a horse as headstrong and

stiffnecked as his rider, pursued the flight of the dragoons above four miles from the field of battle, when

some dozen of the fugitives took heart of grace, turned round, and, cleaving his skull with their broadswords,

satisfied the world that the unfortunate gentleman had actually brains, the end of his life thus giving proof of

a fact greatly doubted during its progress. His death was lamented by few. Most of those who knew him

agreed in the pithy observation of Ensign Maccombich, that there 'was mair TINT (lost) at SheriffMuir.' His

friend, Lieutenant Jinker, bent his eloquence only to exculpate his favourite mare from any share in

contributing to the catastrophe. 'He had tauld the laird a thousand times,' he said, 'that it was a burning shame

to put a martingale upon the puir thing, when he would needs ride her wi' a curb of half a yard lang; and that

he could na but bring himsell (not to say her) to some mischief, by flinging her down, or otherwise; whereas,

if he had had a wee bit rinnin ring on the snaffle, she wad ha' rein'd as cannily as a cadger's pownie.'

When the battle was over, and all things coming into order, the Baron of Bradwardine, returning from the

duty of the day, and having disposed those under his command in their proper stations, sought the Chieftain

of Glennaquoich and his friend Edward Waverley. He found the former busied in determining disputes

among his clansmen about points of precedence and deeds of valour, besides sundry high and doubtful

questions concerning plunder. The most important of the last respected the property of a gold watch, which

had once belonged to some unfortunate English officer. The party against whom judgement was awarded

consoled himself by observing, 'She (i.e. the watch, which he took for a living animal) died the very night

Vich Ian Vohr gave her to Murdock;' the machine having, in fact, stopped for want of winding up.

It was just when this important question was decided, that the Baron of Bradwardine, with a careful and yet

important expression of countenance, joined the two young men. He descended from his reeking charger, the

care of which he recommended to one of his grooms. 'I seldom ban, sir,' said he to the man; 'but if you play

any of your hound'sfoot tricks, and leave puir Berwick before he's sorted, to rin after spuilzie, deil be wi' me

if I do not; give your craig a thraw. He then stroked with great complacency the animal which had borne him

through the fatigues of the day, and having taken a tender leave of him,'Weel, my good young friends, a

glorious and decisive victory,' said he; 'but these loons of troopers fled ower soon. I should have liked to have

shown you the true points of the PRAELIUM EQUESTRE, or equestrian combat, whilk their cowardice has

postponed, and which I hold to be the pride and terror of warfare. Weel, I have fought once more in this old

quarrel, though I admit I could not be so far BEN as you lads, being that it was my point of duty to keep

together our handful of horse. And no cavalier ought in any wise to begrudge honour that befalls his

companions, even though they are ordered upon thrice his danger, whilk, another time, by the blessing of

God, may be his own case.But, Glennaquoich, and you, Mr. Waverley, I pray ye to give me your best

advice on a matter of mickle weight, and which deeply affects the honour of the house of Bradwardine.I

crave your pardon, Ensign Maccombich, and yours, Inveraughlin, and yours, Edderalshendrach, and yours,

The last person he addressed was Ballenkeiroch, who, remembering the death of his son, loured on him with

a look of savage defiance. The Baron, quick as lightning at taking umbrage, had already bent his brow, when

Glennaquoich dragged his major from the spot, and remonstrated with him, in the authoritative tone of a

'The ground is cumbered with carcases,' said the old mountaineer, turning sullenly away; 'ONE MORE would

hardly have been kenn'd upon it; and if it wasna for yoursell, Vich Ian Vohr, that one should be

The chief soothed while he hurried him away; and then returned to the Baron. 'It is Ballenkeiroch,' he said, in

an under and confidential voice, 'father of the young man who fell eight years since in the unlucky affair at

'Ah!' said the Baron, instantly relaxing the doubtful sternness of his features, 'I can take mickle frae a man to

whom I have unhappily rendered sie a displeasure as that. Ye were right to apprize me, Glennaquoich; he

may look as black as midnight at Martinmas ere Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine shall say he does him wrang.

Ah! I have nae male lineage, and I should bear with one I have made childless, though you are aware the

bloodwit was made up to your ain satisfaction by assythment, and that I have since expedited letters of

slains.Weel, as I have said, I have no male issue, and yet it is needful that I maintain the honour of my

house; and it is on that score I prayed ye for your peculiar and private attention,'

'I doubt na, lads,' he proceeded, 'but your education has been sae seen to, that ye understand the true nature of

Fergus, afraid of an endless dissertation, answered, 'Intimately, Baron,' and touched Waverley, as a signal to

'And ye are aware, I doubt not, that the holding of the Barony of Bradwardine is of a nature alike honourable

and peculiar, being blanch (which Craig opines ought to be Latinated BLANCUM, or rather FRANCUM, a

free holding) PRO SERVITIO DETRAHENDI, SEU EXUENDI, CALIGAS REGIS POST BATTALIAM.'

Here Fergus turned his falcon eye upon Edward, with an almost imperceptible rise of his eyebrow, to which

his shoulders corresponded in the same degree of elevation. 'Now, twa points of dubitation occur to me upon

this topic. First, whether this service, or feudal homage, be at any event due to the person of the Prince, the

words being, PER EXPRESSUM, CALIGAS REGIS, the boots of the king himself; and I pray your opinion

'Why, he is Prince Regent,' answered MacIvor, with laudable composure of countenance; 'and in the court of

France all the honours are rendered to the person of the Regent which are due to that of the King. Besides,

were I to pull off either of their boots, I would render that service to the young Chevalier ten times more

'Aye, but I talk not of personal predilections. However, your authority is of great weight as to the usages of

the court of France: and doubtless the Prince, as ALTER EGO, may have a right to claim the HOMAGIUM

of the great tenants of the crown, since all faithful subjects are commanded, in the commission of regency, to

respect him as the king's own person. Far, therefore, be it from me to diminish the lustre of his authority, by

withholding this act of homage, so peculiarly calculated to give it splendour; for I question if the Emperor of

Germany hath his boots taken off by a free baron of the empire. But here lieth the second difficultyThe

'Why,' said he, 'you know, Baron, the proverb tells us, "It's ill taking the breeks off a Highlandman,"and

'The word CALIGAE, however,' continued the Baron, 'though I admit, that, by family tradition, and even in

our ancient evidents, it is explained LIE BOOTS, means, in its primitive sense, rather sandals; and Caius

Caesar, the nephew and successor of Caius Tiberius, received the agnomen of Caigula, A CALIGULIS, SIVE

PATRIS SUI. And the CALIGAE were also proper to the monastic bodies; for we read in an ancient

Glossarium, upon the rule of St. Benedict, in the Abbey of St. Amand, that CALIGAE were tied with

'It will so, my dear Glennaquoich;and the words are express: CALIGAE DICTAE SUNT QUIA

are denominated from the ligatures wherewith they are bound; whereas SOCCI, which may be analogous to

our mules, whilk the English denominate slippers, are only slipped upon the feet, The words of the charter are

also alternative,EXUERE, SEU DETRAHERE; that is, to UNDO, as in the case of sandals or brogues; and

to PULL OF, as we say vernacularly, concerning boots. Yet I would we had more light; but I fear there is

'I should doubt it very much,' said the Chieftain, looking around on the straggling Highlanders, who were

returning loaded with spoils of the slain, 'though the RES VESTIARIA itself seems to be in some request at

This remark coming within the Baron's idea of jocularity, he honoured it with a smile, but immediately

resumed what to him appeared very serious business. 'Bailie Macwheeble indeed holds an opinion, that this

honorary service is due, from its very nature, SI PETATUR TANTUM; only if his Royal Highness shall

require of the great tenant of the crown to perform that personal duty; and indeed he pointed out the case in

Dirleton's DOUBTS AND QUERIES, Grippit VERSUS Spicer, anent the eviction of an estate OB NON

SOLUTUM CANONEM, that is, for nonpayment of a feuduty of three peppercorns a year, whilk were taxt

to be worth seven eighths of a penny Scots, in whilk the defender was assoilzied. But I deem it safest, wi'

your good favour, to place myself in the way of rendering the Prince this service, and to proffer performance

thereof; and I shall cause the Bailie to attend with a schedule of a protest, whilk he has here prepared (taking

out a paper), intimating, that if it shall be his Royal Highness's pleasure to accept of other assistance at

pulling off his CALIGAE (whether the same shall be rendered boots or brogues) save that of the said Baron

of Bradwardine, who is in presence ready and willing to perform the same, it shall in no wise impinge upon

or prejudice the right of the said Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine to perform the said service in future; nor shall

it give any esquire, valet of the chamber, squire, or page, whose assistance it may please his Royal Highness

to employ, any right, title, or ground, for evicting from the said Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine the estate and

barony of Bradwardine, and others held as aforesaid, by the due and faithful performance thereof.'

Fergus highly applauded this arrangement; and the Baron took a friendly leave of them, with a smile of

'Long live our dear friend the Baron,' exclaimed the Chief, as soon as he was out of hearing, 'for the most

absurd original that exists north of the Tweed! I wish to heaven I had recommended him to attend the circle

this evening with a bootketch under his arm. I think he might have adopted the suggestion, if it had been

'Begging pardon, my dear Waverley, you are as ridiculous as he. Why, do you not see that the man's whole

mind is wrapped up in this ceremony? He has heard and thought of it since infancy, as the most august

privilege and ceremony in the world; and I doubt not but the expected pleasure of performing it was a

principal motive with him for taking up arms. Depend upon it, had I endeavoured to divert him from

exposing himself, he would have treated me as an ignorant conceited coxcomb, or perhaps might have taken a

fancy to cut my throat; a pleasure which he once proposed to himself upon some point of etiquette, not half so

important, in his eyes, as this matter of boots or brogues, or whatever the CALIGAE shall finally be

pronounced by the learned. But I must go to headquarters to prepare the Prince for this extraordinary scene.

My information will be well taken, for it will give him a hearty laugh at present, and put him on his guard

against laughing, when it might be very MALAPROPOS. So, AU REVOIR, my dear Waverley.'

The first occupation of Waverley, after he departed from the Chieftain, was to go in quest of the officer

whose life he had saved. He was guarded, along with his companions in misfortune, who were very

On entering the room where they stood crowded together, Waverley easily recognized the object of his visit,

not only by the peculiar dignity of his appearance, but by the appendage of Dugald Mahony, with his

battleaxe, who had stuck to him from the moment of his captivity, as if he had been skewered to his side.

This close attendance was, perhaps, for the purpose of securing his promised reward from Edward, but it also

operated to save the English gentleman from being plundered in the scene of general confusion; for Dugald

sagaciously argued, that the amount of the salvage which he might be allowed, would be regulated by the

state of the prisoner, when he should deliver him over to Waverley, He hastened to assure Waverley,

therefore, with more words than he usually employed, that he had 'keepit ta SIDIER ROY haill, and that he

wasna a plack the waur since the fery moment when his honour forbad her to gie him a bit clamhewit wi' her

Waverley assured Dugald of a liberal recompense, and, approaching the English officer, expressed his

anxiety to do anything which might contribute to his convenience under his present unpleasant circumstances.

'I am not so inexperienced a soldier, sir,' answered the Englishman, 'as to complain of the fortune of war. I am

only grieved to see those scenes acted in our own island, which I have often witnessed elsewhere with

'Another such day as this,' said Waverley, 'and I trust the cause of your regrets will be removed, and all will

The officer smiled and shook his head. 'I must not forget my situation so far as to attempt a formal

confutation of that opinion; but, notwithstanding your success, and the valour which achieved it, you have

'Come, Edward, come along; the Prince has gone to Pinkiehouse for the night; and we must follow, or lose

the whole ceremony of the CALIGAE. Your friend, the Baron, has been guilty of a great piece of cruelty; he

has insisted upon dragging Bailie Macwheeble out to the field of battle. Now you must know the Bailie's

greatest horror is an armed Highlander, or a loaded gun; and there he stands, listening to the Baron's

instructions concerning the protest; ducking his head like a seagull at the report of every gun and pistol that

our idle boys are firing upon the fields; and undergoing, by way of penance, at every symptom of flinching, a

severe rebuke from his patron, who would not admit the discharge of a whole battery of cannon, within

pointblank distance, as an apology for neglecting a discourse, in which the honour of his family is

'Why, he had come as far as Musselburgh, I fancy, in hopes of making some of our wills; and the peremptory

commands of the Baron dragged him forward to Preston after the battle was over. He complains of one or

two of our ragamuffins having put him in peril of his life, by presenting their pieces at him; but as they

limited his ransom to an English penny, I don't think we need trouble the provostmarshal upon that subject.

'Waverley!' said the English officer, with great emotion; 'the nephew of Sir Everard Waverley, of shire?'

'The same, sir,' replied our hero, somewhat surprised at the tone in which he was addressed.

'I am ignorant, sir,' answered Waverley, 'how I have deserved so much interest.'

'I have heard him talk with great regard of such a person,' replied Edward; 'a colonel, I believe, in the army,

and the husband of Lady Emily Blandeville; but I thought Colonel Talbot had been abroad.'

'I am just returned,' answered the officer; 'and being in Scotland, thought it my duty to act where my services

promised to be useful. Yes, Mr. Waverley, I am that Colonel Talbot, the husband of the lady you have

named; and I am proud to acknowledge, that I owe alike my professional rank and my domestic happiness to

your generous and nobleminded relative. Good God! that I should find his nephew in such a dress, and

'Sir,' said Fergus, haughtily, 'the dress and cause are those of men of birth and honour.'

'My situation forbids me to dispute your assertion,' said Colonel Talbot; 'otherwise it were no difficult matter

to show, that neither courage nor pride of lineage can gild a bad cause. But, with Mr. Waverley's permission,

and yours, sir, if yours also must be asked, I would willingly speak a few words with him on affairs

'Mr. Waverley, sir, regulates his own motions. You will follow me, I suppose, to Pinkie,' said Fergus, turning

to Edward, 'when you have finished your discourse with this new acquaintance?' So saying, the Chief of

Glennaquoich adjusted his plaid with rather more than his usual air of haughty assumption, and left the

The interest of Waverley readily procured for Colonel Talbot the freedom of adjourning to a large garden

belonging to his place of confinement. They walked a few paces in silence, Colonel Talbot apparently

'Mr. Waverley, you have this day saved my life; and yet I would to God that I had lost it, ere I had found you

'I forgive your reproach, Colonel Talbot; it is well meant, and your education and prejudices render it natural.

But there is nothing extraordinary in finding a man, whose honour has been publicly and unjustly assailed, in

the situation which promised most fair to afford him satisfaction on his calumniators.'

'I should rather say, in the situation most likely to confirm the reports which they have circulated,' said

Colonel Talbot, 'by following the very line of conduct ascribed to you. Are you aware, Mr. Waverley, of the

infinite distress, and even danger, which your present conduct has occasioned to your nearest relatives?'

'Yes, sir, danger. When I left England, your uncle and father had been obliged to find bail to answer a charge

of treason, to which they were only admitted by the exertion of the most powerful interest. I came down to

Scotland, with the sole purpose of rescuing you from the gulf into which you have precipitated yourself; nor

can I estimate the consequences to your family, of your having openly joined the rebellion, since the very

suspicion of your intention was so perilous to them. Most deeply do I regret that I did not meet you before

'I am really ignorant,' said Waverley, in a tone of reserve, 'why Colonel Talbot should have taken so much

'Mr. Waverley,' answered Talbot, 'I am dull at apprehending irony; and therefore I shall answer your words

according to their plain meaning. I am indebted to your uncle for benefits greater than those which a son

owes to a father. I acknowledge to him the duty of a son; and as I know there is no manner in which I can

requite his kindness so well as by serving you, I will serve you, if possible, whether you will permit me or no.

The personal obligation which you have this day laid me under (although in common estimation as great as

one human being can bestow on another) adds nothing to my zeal on your behalf; nor can that zeal be abated

'Your intentions may be kind, sir,' said Waverley, drily; 'but your language is harsh, or at least peremptory.'

'On my return to England,' continued Colonel Talbot, 'after long absence, I found your uncle, Sir Everard

Waverley, in the custody of a king's messenger, in consequence of the suspicion brought upon him by your

conduct. He is my oldest friendhow often shall I repeat it?my best benefactor; he sacrificed his own

views of happiness to minehe never uttered a word, he never harboured a thought, that benevolence itself

might not have thought or spoken. I found this man in confinement, rendered harsher to him by his habits of

life, his natural dignity of feeling, andforgive me, Mr. Waverleyby the cause through which this

calamity had come upon him. I cannot disguise from you my feelings upon this occasion; they were most

painfully unfavourable to you. Having, by my family interest, which you probably know is not

inconsiderable, succeeded in obtaining Sir Everard's release, I set out for Scotland. I saw Colonel Gardiner, a

man whose fate alone is sufficient to render this insurrection for ever execrable. In the course of conversation

with him, I found, that, from late circumstances, from a re examination of the persons engaged in the

mutiny, and from his original good opinion of your character, he was much softened towards you; and I

doubted not, that if I could be so fortunate as to discover you, all might yet be well. But this unnatural

rebellion has ruined all. I have, for the first time in a long and active military life, seen Britons disgrace

themselves by a panic flight, and that before a foe without either arms or discipline: and now I find the heir of

my dearest friendthe son, I may say, of his affectionssharing a triumph, for which he ought the first to

have blushed. Why should I lament Gardiner? his lot was happy, compared to mine!'

There was so much dignity in Colonel Talbot's manner, such a mixture of military pride and manly sorrow,

and the news of Sir Everard's imprisonment was told in so deep a tone of feeling, that Edward stood

mortified, abashed, and distressed in presence of the prisoner, who owed to him his life not many hours

before. He was not sorry when Fergus interrupted their conference a second time.

'His Royal Highness commands Mr. Waverley's attendance.' Colonel Talbot threw upon Edward a

reproachful glance, which did not escape the quick eye of the Highland Chief. 'His immediate attendance,' he

repeated, with considerable emphasis. Waverley turned again towards the Colonel.

'We shall meet again,' he said; 'in the meanwhile, every possible accommodation'

'I desire none,' said the Colonel; 'let me fare like the meanest of those brave men, who, on this day of

calamity, have preferred wounds and captivity to flight; I would, almost exchange places with one of those

who have fallen, to know that my words have made a suitable impression on your mind.'

'Let Colonel Talbot be carefully secured,' said Fergus to the Highland officer, who commanded the guard

over the prisoners; 'it is the Prince's particular command; he is a prisoner of the utmost importance.'

'Consistent always with secure custody,' reiterated Fergus. The officer signified his acquiescence in both

commands, and Edward followed Fergus to the gardengate, where Callum Beg, with three saddlehorses,

awaited them. Turning his head, he saw Colonel Talbot reconducted to his place of confinement by a file of

Highlanders; he lingered on the threshold of the door, and made a signal with his hand towards Waverley, as

'Horses,' said Fergus, as he mounted, 'are now as plenty as blackberries; every man may have them for the

catching. Come, let Callum adjust your stirrups, and let us to Pinkiehouse [Charles Edward took up his

quarters after the battle at Pinkie house, adjoining to Musselburgh.] as fast as these CIDEVANT

'I was turned back,' said Fergus to Edward, as they galloped from Preston to Pinkiehouse, 'by a message

from the Prince. But, I suppose, you know the value of this most noble Colonel Talbot as a prisoner. He is

held one of the best officers among the red coats; a special friend and favourite of the Elector himself, and

of that dreadful hero, the Duke of Cumberland, who has been summoned from his triumphs at Fontenoy, to

come over and devour us poor Highlanders alive. Has he been telling you how the bells of St. James's ring?

'Nay, I cannot tell what to make of you,' answered the Chief of MacIvor, 'you are blown about with every

wind of doctrine. Here have we gained a victory, unparalleled in historyand your behaviour is praised by

every living mortal to the skiesand the Prince is eager to thank you in personand all our beauties of the

White Rose are pulling caps for you,and you, the PREUX CHEVALIER of the day, are stooping on your

horse's neck like a butterwoman riding to market, and looking as black as a funeral!'

'Why, then, be sorry for five minutes, and then be glad again; his chance today may be ours tomorrow.

And what does it signify?the next best thing to victory is honourable death; but it is a PISALLER, and

'But Colonel Talbot has informed me that my father and uncle are both imprisoned by government on my

'We'll put in bail, my boy; old Andrew Ferrara [See Note 29.] shall lodge his security; and I should like to see

'Then why is thy noble spirit cast down, Edward? Dost think that the Elector's Ministers are such doves as to

set their enemies at liberty at this critical moment, if they could or durst confine and punish them? Assure

thyself that either they have no charge against your relations on which they can continue their imprisonment,

or else they are afraid of our friends, the jolly cavaliers of old England. At any rate, you need not be

apprehensive upon their account; and we will find some means of conveying to them assurances of your

Edward was silenced, but not satisfied, with these reasons. He had now been more than once shocked at the

small degree of sympathy which Fergus exhibited for the feelings even of those whom he loved, if they did

not correspond with his own mood at the time, and more especially if they thwarted him while earnest in a

favourite pursuit. Fergus sometimes indeed observed that he had offended Waverley, but, always intent upon

some favourite plan or project of his own, he was never sufficiently aware of the extent or duration of his

displeasure, so that the reiteration of these petty offences somewhat cooled the volunteer's extreme

The Chevalier received Waverley with his usual favour, and paid him many compliments on his distinguished

bravery. He then took him apart, made many inquiries concerning Colonel Talbot, and when he had received

all the information which Edward was able to give concerning him and his connexions, he proceeded,'I

cannot but think, Mr. Waverley, that since this gentleman is so particularly connected with our worthy and

excellent friend, Sir Everard Waverley, and since his lady is of the house of Blandeville, whose devotion to

the true and loyal principles of the Church of England is so generally known, the Colonel's own private

sentiments cannot be unfavourable to us, whatever mask he may have assumed to accommodate himself to

'If I am to judge from the language he this day held to me, I am under the necessity of differing widely from

'Well, it is worth making a trial at least. I therefore entrust you with the charge of Colonel Talbot, with power

to act concerning him as you think most advisable;and I hope you will find means of ascertaining what are

'I am convinced,' said Waverley, bowing, 'that if Colonel Talbot chooses to grant his parole, it may be

securely depended upon; but if he refuses it, I trust your Royal Highness will devolve on some other person

than the nephew of his friend, the task of laying him under the necessary restraint.'

'I will trust him with no person but you,' said the Prince, smiling, but peremptorily repeating his mandate: 'it

is of importance to my service that there should appear to be a good intelligence between you, even if you are

unable to gain his confidence in earnest. You will therefore receive him into your quarters, and in case he

declines giving his parole, you must apply for a proper guard. I beg you will go about this directly. We return

Being thus remanded to the vicinity of Preston, Waverley lost the Baron of Bradwardine's solemn act of

homage. So little, however, was he at this time in love with vanity, that he had quite forgotten the ceremony

in which Fergus had laboured to engage his curiosity. But next day a formal GAZETTE was circulated,

containing a detailed account of the battle of Gladsmuir, as the Highlanders chose to denominate their

victory. It concluded with an account of the Court afterwards held by the Chevalier at Pinkiehouse, which

'Since that fatal treaty which annihilates Scotland as an independent nation, it has not been our happiness to

see her princes receive, and her nobles discharge, those acts of feudal homage, which, founded upon the

splendid actions of Scottish valour, recall the memory of her early history, with the manly and chivalrous

simplicity of the ties which united to the Crown the homage of the warriors by whom it was repeatedly

upheld and defended. But on the evening of the 20th, our memories were refreshed with one of those

ceremonies which belong to the ancient days of Scotland's glory. After the circle was formed, Cosmo

Comyne Bradwardine, of that ilk, colonel in the service, came before the Prince, attended by Mr. D.

Macwheeble, the Bailie of his ancient barony of Bradwardine (who, we understand, has beenlately named a

commissary), and, under form of instrument, claimed permission to perform, to the person of his Royal

Highness, as representing his father, the service used and wont, for which, under a charter of Robert Bruce

(of which the original was produced and inspected by the Masters of his Royal Highness's Chancery, for the

time being), the claimant held the barony of Bradwardine, and lands of TullyVeolan. His claim being

admitted and registered, his Royal Highness having placed his foot upon a cushion, the Baron of

Bradwardine, kneeling upon his right knee, proceeded to undo the latchet of the brogue, or lowheeled

Highland shoe, which our gallant young hero wears in compliment to his brave followers. When this was

performed, his Royal Highness declared the ceremony completed; and embracing the gallant veteran,

protested that nothing but compliance with an ordinance of Robert Bruce could have induced him to receive

even the symbolical performance of a menial office from hands which had fought so bravely to put the crown

upon the head of his father. The Baron of Bradwardine then took instruments in the hands of Mr.

Commissary Macwheeble, bearing, that all points and circumstances of the act of homage had been RITE ET

SOLENNITER ACTA ET PERACTA; and a corresponding entry was made in the protocol of the Lord High

Chamberlain, and in the record of Chancery. We understand that it is in contemplation of his Royal Highness,

when his Majesty's pleasure can be known, to raise Colonel Bradwardine to the peerage, by the title of

Viscount Bradwardine, of Bradwardine and TullyVeolan, and that, in the meanwhile, his Royal Highness, in

his father's name and authority, has been pleased to grant him an honourable augmentation to his paternal

coat of arms, being a budget or bootjack, disposed saltierwise with a naked broadsword, to be borne in the

dexter cantle of the shield; and, as an additional motto, on a scroll beneath, the words, "DRAW AND DRAW

'Were it not for the recollection of Fergus's raillery,' thought Waverley to himself, when he had perused this

long and grave document, 'how very tolerable would all this sound, and how little should I have thought of

connecting it with any ludicrous idea! Well, after all, everything has its fair, as well as its seamy side; and

truly I do not see why the Baron's bootjack may not stand as fair in heraldry as the waterBuckets,

waggons, cartwheels, ploughsocks, shuttles, candlesticks, and other ordinaries, conveying ideas of

anything save chivalry, which appear in the arms of some of our most ancient gentry.'This, however, is an

When Waverley returned to Preston, and rejoined Colonel Talbot, he found him recovered from the strong

and obvious emotions with which a concurrence of unpleasing events had affected him. He had regained his

natural manner, which was that of an English gentleman and soldier, manly, open, and generous, but not

unsusceptible of prejudice against those of a different country, or who opposed him in political tenets. When

Waverley acquainted Colonel Talbot with the Chevalier's purpose to commit him to his charge, 'I did not

think to have owed so much obligation to that young gentleman,' he said, 'as is implied in this destination. I

can at least cheerfully join in the prayer of the honest Presbyterian clergyman, that, as he has come among us

seeking an earthly crown, his labours may be speedily rewarded with a heavenly one. [The clergyman's name

was MacVicar. Protected by the cannon of the Castle, he preached every Sunday in the West Kirk, while the

Highlanders were in possession of Edinburgh; and it was in presence of some of the Jacobites that he prayed

for Prince Charles Edward in the terms quoted in the text.] I shall willingly give my parole not to attempt an

escape without your knowledge, since, in fact, it was to meet you that I came to Scotland; and I am glad it has

happened even under this predicament. But I suppose we shall be 'but a short time together. Your Chevalier

(that is a name we may both give to him), with his plaids and bluecaps, will, I presume, be continuing his

'Not as I hear; I believe the army makes some stay, in Edinburgh, to collect reinforcements.'

'And to besiege the Castle?' said Talbot, smiling sarcastically. 'Well, unless my old commander, General

Preston, turn false metal, or the Castle sink into the North Loch, events which I deem equally probable, I

think we shall have some time to make up our acquaintance. I have a guess that this gallant Chevalier has a

design that I should be your proselyte; and, as I wish you to be mine, there cannot be a more fair proposal

than to afford us fair conference together. But as I spoke today under the influence of feelings I rarely give

way to, I hope you will excuse my entering again upon controversy till we are somewhat better acquainted.'

It is not necessary to record in these pages the triumphant entrance of the Chevalier into Edinburgh after the

decisive affair of Preston. One circumstance, however, may be noticed, because it illustrates the high spirit of

Flora MacIvor. The Highlanders, by whom the Prince was surrounded, in the licence and extravagance of

this joyful moment, fired their pieces repeatedly, and one of these having been accidentally loaded with ball,

the bullet grazed the young lady's temple as she waved her handkerchief from a balcony. [See Note 30.]

Fergus, who beheld the accident, was at her side in an instant; and, on seeing that the wound was trifling, he

drew his broadsword, with the purpose of rushing down upon the man by whose carelessness she had

incurred so much danger, when, holding him by the plaid, 'Do not harm the poor fellow,' she cried; 'for

Heaven's sake, do not harm him! but thank God with me that the accident happened to Flora MacIvor; for

had it befallen a Whig, they would have pretended that the shot was fired on purpose.'

Waverley escaped the alarm which this accident would have occasioned to him, as he was unavoidably

They performed the journey together on horseback, and for some time, as if to sound each other's feelings and

When Waverley again entered upon the subject which he had most at heart, the situation, namely, of his

father and his uncle, Colonel Talbot seemed now rather desirous to alleviate than to aggravate his anxiety.

This appeared particularly to be the case when he heard Waverley's history, which he did not scruple to

'And so,' said the Colonel, 'there has been no malice prepense, as lawyers, I think, term it, in this rash step of

yours; and you have been trepanned into the service of this Italian knight errant by a few civil speeches

from him, and one or two of his Highland recruiting sergeants? It is sadly foolish, to be sure, but not nearly so

bad as I was led to expect. However, you cannot desert, even from the Pretender, at the present moment,

that seems impossible. But I have little doubt that, in the dissensions incident to this heterogeneous mass of

wild and desperate men, some opportunity may arise, by availing yourself of which, you may extricate

yourself honourably from your rash engagement before the bubble burst. If this can be managed, I would

have you go to a place of safety in Flanders, which I shall point out. And I think I can secure your pardon

'I cannot; permit you, Colonel Talbot,' answered Waverley, 'to speak of any plan which turns on my deserting

an enterprise in which I may have engaged hastily, but certainly voluntarily, and with the purpose of abiding

'Well,' said Colonel Talbot, smiling, 'leave me my thoughts and hopes at least at liberty, if not my speech. But

In Edinburgh they soon arrived. Waverley's quarters had been assigned to him, by the Prince's express orders,

in a handsome lodging, where there was accommodation, for Colonel Talbot. His first business was to

examine his portmanteau, and, after a very short search, out tumbled the expected packet. Waverley opened it

eagerly. Under a blank cover, simply addressed to E. Waverley, Esq., he found a number of open letters. The

uppermost were two from Colonel Gardiner, addressed to himself. The earliest in date was a kind and gentle

remonstrance for neglect of the writer's advice respecting the disposal of his time during his leave of absence,

the renewal of which, he reminded Captain Waverley, would speedily expire. 'Indeed,' the letter proceeded,

'had it been otherwise, the news from abroad, and my instructions from the Waroffice, must have compelled

me to recall it, as there is great danger, since the disaster in Flanders, both of foreign invasion and

insurrection among the disaffected at home. I therefore entreat you will repair, as soon as possible, to the

headquarters of the regiment; and I am concerned to add, that this is still the more necessary, as there is

some discontent in your troop, and I postpone inquiry into particulars until I can have the advantage of your

The second letter, dated eight days later, was in such a style as might have been expected from the Colonel's

receiving no answer to the first. It reminded Waverley of his duty as a man of honour, an officer, and a

Briton; took notice of the increasing dissatisfaction of his men, and that some of them had been heard to hint

that their Captain encouraged and approved of their mutinous behaviour; and, finally, the writer expressed the

utmost regret and surprise that he had not obeyed his commands by repairing to headquarters, reminded him

that his leave of absence had been recalled, and conjured him, in a style in which paternal remonstrance was

mingled with military authority, to redeem his error by immediately joining his regiment. 'That I may be

certain,' concluded the letter, 'that this actually reaches you, I dispatch it by Corporal Timms, of your troop,

Upon reading these letters, Waverley, with great bitterness of feeling, was compelled to make the AMENDE

HONORABLE to the memory of the brave and excellent writer; for surely, as Colonel Gardiner must have

had every reason to conclude they had come safely to hand, less could not follow, on their being neglected,

than that third and final summons, which Waverley actually received at Glennaquoich, though too late to

obey it. And his being superseded, in consequence of his apparent neglect of this last command, was so far

from being a harsh or severe proceeding, that it was plainly inevitable. The next letter he unfolded was from

the Major of the regiment, acquainting him that a report, to the disadvantage of his reputation, was public in

the country, stating, that one Mr. Falconer of Ballihopple, or some such name, had proposed, in his presence,

a treasonable toast, which he permitted to pass in silence, although it was so gross an affront to the royal

family, that a gentleman in company, not remarkable for his zeal for government, had nevertheless taken the

matter up; and that, supposing the account true, Captain Waverley had thus suffered another, comparatively

unconcerned, to resent an affront directed against him personally as an officer,and to go out with the person

by whom it was offered. The Major concluded, that no one of Captain Waverley's brother officers could

believe this scandalous story, but it was necessarily their joint opinion that his own honour, equally with that

of the regiment, depended upon its being instantly contradicted by his authority,

'What do you think of all this?' said Colonel Talbot, to whom Waverley handed the letters after he had

'Be calm, my young friend; let us see what are these dirty scrawls that follow.'

The first was addressed, 'For Master W. Ruffin These,''Dear sur, sum of our yong gulpins will not bite,

thof I tuold them you shoed me the squoire's own seel. But Timms will deliver you the lettrs as desired, and

tell ould Addem he gave them to squoir's hond, as to be sure yours is the same, and shall be ready for signal,

and hoy for Hoy Church and Sachefrel, as fadur sings at harvestwhome. Yours, deer Sur, H.H.

'Poscriff. Do' e tell squoire we longs to heer from him, and has dootings about his not writing himself, and

'This Ruffin, I suppose, then, is your Donald of the Cavern, who has intercepted your letters, and carried on a

The other letters were to the same purpose, and they soon received yet more complete light upon Donald

John Hedges, one of Waverley's servants, who had remained with the regiment, and had been taken at

Preston, now made his appearance. He had sought out his master, with the purpose of again entering his

service. From this fellow they learned, that, some time after Waverley had gone from the headquarters of

the regiment, a pedlar, called Ruthven, Ruffin, or Rivane, known among the soldiers by the name of Wily

Will, had made frequent visits to the town of Dundee. He appeared to possess plenty of money, sold his

commodities very cheap, seemed always willing to treat his friends at the alehouse, and easily ingratiated

himself with many of Waverley's troop, particularly Sergeant Houghton, and one Timms, also a

noncommissioned officer. To these he unfolded, in Waverley's name, a plan for leaving the regiment, and

joining him in the Highlands, where report said the clans had already taken arms in great numbers. The men,

who had been educated as Jacobites, so far as they had any opinion at all, and who knew their landlord, Sir

Everard, had always been supposed to hold such tenets, easily fell into the snare. That Waverley was at a

distance in the Highlands, was received as a sufficient excuse for transmitting his letters through the medium

of the pedlar; and the sight of his wellknown seal seemed to authenticate the negotiations in his name,

where writing might have been dangerous. The cabal, however, began to take air, from the premature

mutinous language of those concerned. Wily Will justified his appellative; for, after suspicion arose, he was

seen no more. When the Gazette appeared, in which Waverley was superseded, great part of his troop broke

out into actual mutiny, but were surrounded and disarmed by the rest of the regiment. In consequence of the

sentence of a courtmartial, Houghton and Timms were condemned to be shot, but afterwards permitted to

cast lots for life. Houghton, the survivor, showed much penitence, being convinced from the rebukes and

explanations of Colonel Gardiner, that he had really engaged in a very heinous crime. It is remarkable, that,

as soon as the poor fellow was satisfied of this, he became also convinced that the instigator had acted

without authority from Edward, saying, 'If it was dishonourable and against Old England, the squire could

know naught about it; he never did, or thought to do, anything dishonourable,no more didn't Sir Everard,

nor none of them afore him, and in that belief he would live and die that Ruffin had done it all of his own

The strength of conviction with which he expressed himself upon this subject, as well as his assurances that

the letters intended for Waverley had been delivered to Ruthven, made that revolution in Colonel Gardiner's

The reader has long since understood that Donald Bean Lean played the part of tempter on this occasion. His

motives were shortly these. Of an active and intriguing spirit, he had been long employed as a subaltern agent

and spy by those in the confidence of the Chevalier, to an extent beyond what was suspected even by Fergus

MacIvor, whom, though obliged to him for protection, he regarded with fear and dislike. To success in this

political department, he naturally looked for raising himself by some bold stroke above his present hazardous

and precarious state of rapine. He was particularly employed in learning the strength of the regiments in

Scotland, the character of the officers, and had long had his eye upon Waverley's troop, as open to

temptation. Donald even believed that Waverley himself was at bottom in the Stuart interest, which seemed

confirmed by his long visit to the Jacobite Baron of Bradwardine. When, therefore, he came to his cave with

one of Glennaquoich's attendants, the robber, who could never appreciate his real motive, which was mere

curiosity, was so sanguine as to hope that his own talents were to be employed in some intrigue of

consequence, under the auspices of this wealthy young Englishman. Nor was he undeceived by Waverley's

neglecting all hints and openings for an explanation. His conduct passed for prudent reserve, and somewhat

piqued Donald Bean, who, supposing himself left out of a secret where confidence promised to be

advantageous, determined to have his share in the drama, whether a regular part were assigned him or not.

For this purpose, during Waverley's sleep, he possessed, himself of his seal, as a token to be used to any of

the troopers whom he might discover to be possessed of the captain's confidence. His first journey to Dundee,

the town where the regiment was quartered, undeceived him in his original supposition, but opened to him a

new field of action. He knew there would be no service so well rewarded by the friends of the Chevalier, as

seducing a part of the regular army to his standard. For this purpose, he opened the machinations with which

the reader is already acquainted, and which form a clue to all the intricacies and obscurities of the narrative

By Colonel Talbot's advice, Waverley declined detaining in his service the lad whose evidence had thrown

additional light on these intrigues. He represented to him that it would be doing the man an injury to engage

him in a desperate undertaking, and that, whatever should happen, his evidence would go some length, at

least, in explaining the circumstances under which Waverley himself had embarked in it. Waverley therefore

wrote a short statement of what had happened, to his uncle and his father, cautioning them, however, in the

present circumstances, not to attempt to answer his letter. Talbot then gave the young man a letter to the

commander of one of the English vessels of war cruising in the frith, requesting him to put the bearer ashore

at Berwick, with a pass to proceed to shire. He was then furnished with money to make an expeditious

journey and directed to get on board the ship by means of bribing a fishingboat, which, as they afterwards

Tired of the attendance of Callum Beg, who, he thought, had some disposition to act as a spy on his motions,

Waverley hired as a servant a simple Edinburgh swain, who had mounted the white cockade in a fit of spleen

and jealousy, because Jenny Jop had danced a whole night with Corporal Bullock of the Fusileers.

Colonel Talbot became more kindly in his demeanour towards Waverley after the confidence he had reposed

in him; and as they were necessarily much together, the character of the Colonel rose in Waverley's

estimation. There seemed at first something harsh in his strong expressions of dislike and censure, although

no one was in the general case more open to conviction. The habit of authority had also given his manners

some peremptory hardness, notwithstanding the polish which they had received from his intimate

acquaintance with the higher circles. As a specimen of the military character, he differed from all whom

Waverley had as yet seen. The soldiership of the Baron of Bradwardine was marked by pedantry; that of

Major Melville by a sort of martinet attention to the minutiae and technicalities of discipline, rather suitable

to one who was to manoeuvre a battalion, than to him who was to command an army; the military spirit of

Fergus was so much warped and blended with his plans and political views, that it was less that of a soldier

than of a petty sovereign. But Colonel Talbot was in every point the English soldier. His whole soul was

devoted to the service of his king and country, without feeling any pride in knowing the theory of his art with

the Baron, or its practical minutiae with the Major, or in applying his science to his own particular plans of

ambition, like the Chieftain of Glennaquoich. Added to this, he was a man of extended knowledge and

cultivated taste, although strongly tinged, as we have already observed, with those prejudices which are

The character of Colonel Talbot dawned upon Edward by degrees; for the delay of the Highlanders in the

fruitless siege of Edinburgh Castle occupied several weeks, during which Waverley had little to do, excepting

to seek such amusement as society afforded. He would willingly have persuaded his new friend to become

acquainted with some of his former intimates. But the Colonel, after one or two visits, shook his head, and

declined further experiment. Indeed he went further, and characterized the Baron as the most intolerable

formal pedant he had ever had the misfortune to meet with, and the Chief of Glennaquoich as a Frenchified

Scotchman, possessing all the cunning and plausibility of the nation where he was educated, with the proud,

vindictive, and turbulent humour of that of his birth. 'If the devil,' he said, 'had sought out an agent expressly

for the purpose of embroiling this miserable country, I do not think he could find a better than such a fellow

as this, whose temper seems equally active, supple, and mischievous, and who is followed, and implicitly

obeyed, by a gang of such cutthroats as those whom you are pleased to admire so much.'

The ladies of the party did not escape his censure. He allowed that Flora MacIvor was a fine woman, and

Rose Bradwardine a pretty girl. But he alleged that the former destroyed the effect of her beauty by an

affectation of the grand airs which she had probably seen practised at the mock court of St. Germains. As for

Rose Bradwardine, he said it was impossible for any mortal to admire such a little uninformed thing, whose

small portion of education was as ill adapted to her sex or youth, as if she had appeared with one of her

father's old campaigncoats upon her person for her sole garment. Now much of this was mere spleen and

prejudice in the excellent Colonel, with whom the white cockade on the breast, the white rose in the hair, and

the Mac at the beginning of a name, would have made a devil out of an angel; and indeed he himself jocularly

allowed, that he could not have endured Venus herself, if she had been announced in a drawing room by the

Waverley, it may easily be believed, looked upon these young ladies with very different eyes. During the

period of the siege, he paid them almost daily visits, although he observed with regret that his suit made as

little progress in the affections of the former as the arms of the Chevalier in subduing the fortress. She

maintained with rigour the rule she had laid down of treating him with indifference, without either affecting

to avoid him, or to shun intercourse with him. Every word, every look, was strictly regulated to accord with

her system, and neither the dejection of Waverley, nor the anger which Fergus scarcely suppressed, could

extend Flora's attention to Edward beyond that which the most ordinary politeness demanded. On the other

hand, Rose Bradwardine gradually rose in Waverley's opinion. He had several opportunities of remarking,

that, as her extreme timidity wore off, her manners received a higher character; that the agitating

circumstances of the stormy time seemed to call forth a certain dignity of feeling and expression, which he

had not formerly observed; and that she omitted no opportunity within her reach to extend her knowledge and

Flora MacIvor called Rose her pupil, and was attentive to assist her in her studies, and to fashion both her

taste and understanding. It might have been remarked by a very close observer, that in the presence of

Waverley she was much more desirous to exhibit her friend's excellences than her own. But I must request of

the reader to suppose, that this kind and disinterested purpose was concealed by the most cautious delicacy,

studiously shunning the most distant approach to affectation. So that it was as unlike the usual exhibition of

one pretty woman affecting to PRONER another, as the friendship of David and Jonathan might be to the

The fact is, that, though the effect was felt, the cause could hardly be observed. Each of the ladies, like two

excellent actresses, were perfect in their parts, and performed them to the delight of the audience; and such

being the case, it was almost impossible to discover that the elder constantly ceded to her friend that which

But to Waverley, Rose Bradwardine possessed an attraction which few men can resist, from the marked

interest which she took in everything that effected him. She was too young and too inexperienced to estimate

the full force of the constant attention which she paid to him. Her father was too abstractedly immersed in

learned and military discussions to observe her partiality, and Flora MacIvor did not alarm her by

remonstrance, because she saw in this line of conduct the most probable chance of her friend securing at

The truth is, that, in her first conversation after their meeting, Rose had discovered the state of her mind to

that acute and intelligent friend, although she was not herself aware of it. From that time, Flora was not only

determined upon the final rejection of Waverley's addresses, but became anxious that they should, if possible,

be transferred to her friend. Nor was she less interested in this plan, though her brother had from time to time

talked, as between jest and earnest, of paying his suit to Miss Bradwardine. She knew that Fergus had the true

continental latitude of opinion respecting the institution of marriage, and would not have given his hand to an

angel, unless for the purpose of strengthening his alliances, and increasing his influence and wealth. The

Baron's whim of transferring his estate to the distant heirmale instead of his own daughter, was therefore

likely to be an insurmountable obstacle to his entertaining any serious thoughts of Rose Bradwardine. Indeed,

Fergus's brain was a perpetual workshop of scheme and intrigue of every possible kind and description;

while, like many a mechanic of more ingenuity than steadiness, he would often unexpectedly and without any

apparent motive, abandon one plan, and go earnestly to work upon another, which was either fresh from the

forge of his imagination, or had at some former period been flung aside half finished. It was therefore often

difficult to guess what line of conduct he might finally adopt upon any given occasion.

Although Flora was sincerely attached to her brother, whose high energies might indeed have commanded

her admiration even without the ties which bound them together, she was by no means blind to his faults,

which she considered as dangerous to the hopes of any woman who should found her ideas of a happy

marriage in the peaceful enjoyment of domestic society, and the exchange of mutual and engrossing

affection. The real disposition of Waverley, on the other hand, notwithstanding his dreams of tented fields

and military honour, seemed exclusively domestic. He asked and received no share in the busy scenes which

were constantly going on around him, and was rather annoyed than interested by the discussion of contending

claims, rights, and interests, which often passed in his presence. All this pointed him out as the person formed

She remarked this point in Waverley's character one day while she sat with Miss Bradwardine. 'His genius

and elegant taste,' answered Rose, 'cannot be interested in such trifling discussions. What is it to him, for

example, whether the Chief of the Macindallaghers, who has brought out only fifty men, should be a colonel

or a captain? and how could Mr. Waverley be supposed to interest himself in the violent altercation between

your brother and young Corrinaschian, whether the post of honour is due to the eldest cadet of a clan or the

youngest?' 'My dear Rose, if he were the hero you suppose him, he would interest himself in these matters,

not indeed as important in themselves, but for the purpose of mediating between the ardent spirits who

actually do make them the subject of discord. You saw when Corrinaschian raised his voice in great passion,

and laid his hand upon his sword, Waverley lifted his head as if he had just awaked from a dream, and asked,

'Well, and did not the laughter they fell into at his absence of mind, serve better to break off the dispute than

'True, my dear,' answered Flora; 'but not quite so creditably for Waverley as if he had brought them to their

'Would you have him peacemaker general between all the gunpowder Highlanders in the army? I beg your

pardon, Florayour brother, you know, is out of the question; he has more sense than half of them. But can

you think the fierce, hot, furious spirits, of whose brawls we see much, and hear more, and who terrify me out

'I do not compare him with those uneducated men, my dear Rose. I only lament, that, with his talents and

genius, he does not assume that place in society for which they eminently fit him, and that he does not lend

their full impulse to the noble cause in which he has enlisted. Are there not Lochiel, and P, and M, and

G, all men of the highest education, as well as the first talents?why will he not stoop like them to be

alive and useful?I often believe his zeal is frozen by that proud cold blooded Englishman, whom he now

'Colonel Talbot?he is a very disagreeable person, to be sure. He looks as if he thought no Scottish woman

worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea. But Waverley is so gentle, so well informed'

'Yes,' said Flora, smiling; 'he can admire the moon, and quote a stanza from Tasso.'

'For mere fighting,' answered Flora, 'I believe all men (that is, who deserve the name) are pretty much alike;

there is generally more courage required to run away. They have, besides, when confronted with each other, a

certain instinct for strife, as we see in other male animals, such as dogs, bulls, and so forth. But high and

perilous enterprise is not Waverley's forte. He would never have been his celebrated ancestor Sir Nigel, but

only Sir Nigel's eulogist and poet. I will tell you where he will be at home, my dear, and in his place,in the

quiet circle of domestic happiness, lettered indolence, and elegant enjoyments, of WaverleyHonour. And he

will refit the old library in the most exquisite Gothic taste, and garnish its shelves, with the rarest and most

valuable volumes; and he will draw plans and landscapes, and write verses, and rear temples, and dig

grottoes;and he will stand in a clear summer night in the colonnade before the hall, and gaze on the deer as

they stray in the moonlight, or lie shadowed by the boughs of the huge old fantastic oaks;and he will repeat

verses to his beautiful wife, who will hang upon his arm;and he will be a happy man.'

'And she will be a happy woman,' thought poor Rose. But she only sighed, and dropped the conversation.

Waverly had, indeed, as he looked closer into the state of the Chevalier's Court, less reason to be satisfied

with it. It contained, as they say an acorn includes all the ramifications of the future oak, as many seeds of

TRACASSERIE and intrigue, as might have done honour to the Court of a large empire. Every person of

consequence had some separate object, which he pursued with a fury that Waverley considered as altogether

disproportioned to its importance. Almost all had their reasons for discontent, although the most legitimate

was that of the worthy old Baron, who was only distressed on account of the common cause.

'We shall hardly,' said he one morning to Waverley, when they had been viewing the castle,'we shall

hardly gain the obsidional crown, which you wot well was made of the roots or grain which takes root within

the place besieged, or it may be of the herb woodbind, PARETARIA, or pellitory; we shall not, I say, gain it

by this same blockade or leaguer of Edinburgh Castle.' For this opinion, he gave most learned and

Having escaped from the old gentleman, Waverley went to Fergus's lodgings by appointment, to await his

return from Holyrood House. 'I am to have a particular audience tomorrow,' said Fergus to Waverley,

overnight, 'and you must meet me to wish me joy of the success which I securely anticipate.'

The morrow came, and in the Chief's apartment he found Ensign Maccombich waiting to make report of his

turn of duty in a sort of ditch which they had dug across the Castlehill, and called a trench. In a short time

the Chief's voice was heard on the stair in a tone of impatient fury:'Callum,why, Callum Beg,

Diaoul!' He entered the room with all the marks of a man agitated by a towering passion; and there were few

upon whose features rage produced a more violent effect. The veins of his forehead swelled when he was in

such agitation; his nostril became dilated; his cheek and eye inflamed; and his look that of a demoniac. These

appearances of halfsuppressed rage were the more frightful, because they were obviously caused by a strong

effort to temper with discretion an almost ungovernable paroxysm of passion, and resulted from an internal

conflict of the most dreadful kind, which agitated his whole frame of mortality.

As he entered the apartment, he unbuckled his broadsword, and throwing it down with such violence that the

weapon rolled to the other end of the room, 'I know not what,' he exclaimed, 'withholds me from taking a

solemn oath that I will never more draw it in his cause. Load my pistols, Callum, and bring them hither

instantly;instantly!' Callum, whom nothing ever startled, dismayed, or disconcerted, obeyed very coolly.

Evan Dhu, upon whose brow the suspicion that his Chief had been insulted, called up a corresponding storm,

swelled in sullen silence, awaiting to learn where or upon whom vengeance was to descend.

'So, Waverley you are there,' said the Chief, after a moment's recollection;'Yes, I remember I asked you to

share my triumph, and you have come to witness mydisappointment we shall call it.' Evan now presented

the written report he had in his hand, which Fergus threw from him with great passion. 'I wish to God,' he

said, 'the old den would tumble down upon the heads of the fools who attack, and the knaves who defend it! I

'The Colonel's in an unco kippage,' said Mrs. Flockhart to Evan, as he descended; 'I wish he may be

weel,the very veins on his brent brow are swelled like whipcord: wad he no tak something?'

'He usually lets blood for these fits,' answered the Highland ancient with great composure.

When this officer left the room, the Chieftain gradually reassumed some degree of composure.'I know,

Waverley,' he said, 'that Colonel Talbot has persuaded you to curse ten times a day your engagement with us;

nay, never deny it, for I am at this moment tempted to curse my own. Would you believe it, I made this very

morning two suits to the Prince, and he has rejected them both: what do you think of it?'

'Why, what signifies what they were, man? I tell you it was I that made them,I, to whom he owes more

than to any three who have joined the standard; for I negotiated the whole business, and brought in all the

Perthshire men when not one would have stirred. I am not likely, I think, to ask anything very unreasonable,

and if I did they might have stretched a point. Well, but you shall know all, now that I can draw my breath

again with some freedom.You remember my earl's patent; it is dated some years back, for services then

rendered; and certainly my merit has not been diminished, to say the least, by my subsequent behaviour.

Now, sir, I value this bauble of a coronet as little as you can, or any philosopher on earth; for I hold that the

chief of such a clan as the Sliochd nan Ivor is superior in rank to any earl in Scotland. But I had a particular

reason for assuming this cursed title at this time. You must know, that I learned accidentally that the Prince

has been pressing that old foolish Baron of Bradwardine to disinherit his male heir, or nineteenth or twentieth

cousin, who has taken a command in the Elector of Hanover's militia, and to settle his estate upon your pretty

little friend Rose; and this, as being the command of his king and overlord, who may alter the destination of a

'Curse the homage!I believe Rose is to pull off the queen's slipper on her coronationday, or some such

trash. Well sir, as Rose Bradwardine would always have made a suitable match for me, but for this idiotical

predilection of her father for the heir male, it occurred to me there now remained no obstacle, unless that the

Baron might expect his daughter's husband to take the name of Bradwardine (which you know would be

impossible in my case), and that this might be evaded by my assuming the title to which I had so good a right,

and which, of course, would supersede that difficulty. If she was to be also Viscountess Bradwardine in her

own right, after her father's demise, so much the better; I could have no objection.'

'But, Fergus,' said Waverley, 'I had no idea that you had any affection for Miss Bradwardine, and you are

'I have as much affection for Miss Bradwardine, my good friend, as I think it necessary to have for the future

mistress of my family, and the mother of my children. She is a very pretty, intelligent girl, and is certainly of

one of the very first Lowland families; and, with a little of Flora's instructions and forming, will make a very

good figure. As to her father, he is an original, it is true, and an absurd one enough; but he has given such

severe lessons to Sir Hew Halbert, that dear defunct the Laird of Balmawhapple, and others, that nobody dare

laugh at him, so his absurdity goes for nothing. I tell you there could have been no earthly objectionnone. I

'To what purpose? To have spoke to the Baron before I had assumed my title would have only provoked a

premature and irritating discussion on the subject of the change of name, when, as Earl of Glennaquoich, I

had only to propose to him to carry his dd bear and bootjack PARTY PER PALE, or in a scutcheon of

pretence, or in a separate shield perhapsany way that would not blemish my own coat of arms. And as to

Rose, I don't see what objection she could have made, if her father was satisfied.'

Fergus gave a broad stare at the comparison which this supposition implied, but cautiously suppressed the

answer which rose to his tongue. 'Oh, we should easily have arranged all that.so, sir, I craved a private

interview, and this morning was assigned; and I asked you to meet me here, thinking, like a fool, that I should

want your countenance as bride'sman. Well I state my pretensionsthey are not denied; the promises so

repeatedly made, and the patent grantedthey are acknowledged. But I propose, as a natural consequence, to

assume the rank which the patent bestowedI have the old story of the jealousy of C and M trumped

up against meI resist this pretext, and offer to procure their written acquiescence, in virtue of the date of

my patent as prior to their silly claimsI assure you I would have had such a consent from them, if it had

been at the point of the sword. And then, out comes the real truth; and he dares to tell me, to my face, that my

patent must be suppressed for the present, for fear of disgusting that rascally coward and

FAINEANT(naming the rival chief of his own clan)who has no better title to be a chieftain than I to be

Emperor of China; and who is pleased to shelter his dastardly reluctance to come out, agreeable to his

promise twenty times pledged, under a pretended jealousy of the Prince's partiality to me. And, to leave this

miserable driveller without a pretence for his cowardice, the Prince asks if as a personal favour of me,

forsooth, not to press my just and reasonable request at this moment. After this, put your faith in princes!'

'End? Oh, no! I was determined to leave him no pretence for his ingratitude, and I therefore stated, with all

the composure I could muster,for I promise you I trembled with passion,the particular reasons I had for

wishing that his Royal Highness would impose upon me any other mode of exhibiting my duty and devotion,

as my views in life made, what at any other time would have been a mere trifle, at this crisis a severe

'Answer? whyit is well it is written, Curse not the king; no, not in thy thought!why, he answered, that

truly he was glad I had made him my confidant, to prevent more grievous disappointment, for he could assure

me, upon the word of a prince, that Miss Bradwardine's affections were engaged, and he was under a

particular promise to favour them. "So, my dear Fergus," said he, with his most gracious cast of smile, "as the

marriage is utterly out of question, there need be no hurry, you know, about the earldom." And so he glided

'I'll tell you what I could have done at that momentsold myself to the devil or the Elector, whichever

offered the dearest revenge. However, I am now cool. I know he intends to marry her to some of his rascally

Frenchmen, or his Irish officers: but I will watch them close; and let the man that would supplant me look

After some further conversation, unnecessary to be detailed, Waverley took leave of the Chieftain, whose

fury had now subsided into a deep and strong desire of vengeance, and returned home, scarce able to analyse

'I am the very child of caprice,' said Waverley to himself, as he bolted the door of his apartment, and paced it

with hasty steps. 'What is it to me that Fergus MacIvor should wish to marry Rose Bradwardine?I love

her not.I might have been loved by her, perhaps; but I rejected her simple, natural, and affecting

attachment, instead of cherishing it into tenderness, and dedicated myself to one who will never love mortal

man, unless old Warwick, the Kingmaker, should arise from the dead. The Baron, tooI would not have

cared about his estate, and so the name would have been no stumblingblock, The devil might have taken the

barren moors, and drawn off the royal CALIGAE, for anything I would have minded. But, framed as she is

for domestic affection and tenderness, for giving and receiving all those kind and quiet attentions which

sweeten life to those who pass it together, she is sought by Fergus MacIvor. He will not use her ill, to be

sureof that he is incapablebut he will neglect her after the first month; he will be too intent on subduing

some rival chieftain, or circumventing some favourite at court, on gaining some heathy hill and lake, or

adding to his bands some new troop of caterans, to inquire what she does, or how she amuses herself.

And such a catastrophe of the most gentle creature on earth might have been prevented, if Mr. Edward

Waverley had had his eyes! Upon my word, I cannot understand how I thought Flora so much that is, so

very muchhandsomer than Rose. She is taller, indeed, and her manner more formed; but many people

think Miss Bradwardine's more natural; and she is certainly much younger. I should think Flora is two years

And with this resolution Waverley went to drink tea (as the fashion was Sixty Years since) at the house of a

lady of quality attached to the cause of the Chevalier, where he found, as he expected, both the ladies. All

rose as he entered, but Flora immediately resumed her place, and the conversation in which she was engaged.

Rose, on the contrary, almost imperceptibly, made a little way in the crowded circle for his advancing the

corner of a chair. 'Her manner, upon the whole, is most engaging,' said Waverley to himself.

A dispute occurred whether the Gaelic or Italian language was most liquid, and best adapted for poetry; the

opinion for the Gaelic, which probably might not have found supporters elsewhere, was here fiercely

defended by seven Highland ladies, who talked at the top of their lungs, and screamed the company deaf,

with examples of Celtic EUPHONIA. Flora, observing the Lowland ladies sneer at the comparison, produced

some reasons to show that it was not altogether so absurd; but Rose, when asked for her opinion, gave it with

animation in praise of Italian, which she had studied with Waverley's assistance. 'She has a more correct ear

than Flora, though a less accomplished musician,' said Waverley to himself. 'I suppose Miss MacIvor will

Lastly, it so befell that the company differed whether Fergus should be asked to perform on the flute, at

which he was an adept, or Waverley invited to read a play of Shakespeare; and the lady of the house

goodhumouredly undertook to collect the votes of the company for poetry or music, under the condition,

that the gentleman whose talents were not laid under contribution that evening, should contribute them to

enliven the next. It chanced that Rose had the casting vote. Now Flora, who seemed to impose it as a rule

upon herself never to countenance any proposal which might seem to encourage Waverley, had voted for

music, providing the Baron would take his violin to accompany Fergus. 'I wish you joy of your taste, Miss

MacIvor,' thought Edward, as they sought for his book. 'I thought it better when we were at Glennaquoich;

but certainly the Baron is no great performer, and Shakespeare is worth listening to.'

ROMEO AND JULIET was selected, and Edward read with taste, feeling, and spirit, several scenes from that

play. All the company applauded with their hands, and many with their tears. Flora, to whom the drama was

well known, was among the former; Rose, to whom it was altogether new, belonged to the latter class of

The conversation turning upon the incidents of the play, and upon the characters, Fergus declared that the

only one worth naming, as a man of fashion and spirit, was Mercutio. 'I could not,' he said, 'quite follow all

his oldfashioned wit, but he must have been a very pretty fellow, according to the ideas of his time.'

'And it was a shame,' said Ensign Maccombich, who usually followed his Colonel everywhere, 'for that

Tibbert, or Taggart, or whatever was his name, to stick him under the other gentleman's arm while he was

The ladies, of course, declared loudly in favour of Romeo; but this opinion did not go undisputed. The

mistress of the house, and several other ladies, severely reprobated the levity with which the hero transfers his

affections from Rosalind to Juliet. Flora remained silent until her opinion was repeatedly requested, and then

answered, she thought the circumstance objected to not only reconcilable to nature, but such as in the highest

degree evinced the art of the poet. 'Romeo is described,' said she, 'as a young man, peculiarly susceptible of

the softer passions; his love is at first fixed upon a woman who could afford it no return; this he repeatedly

Now, as it was impossible that Romeo's love, supposing him a reasonable being, could continue to subsist

without hope, the poet has, with great art, seized the moment when he was reduced actually to despair, to

throw in his way an object more accomplished than her by whom he had been rejected, and who is disposed

to repay his attachment. I can scarce conceive a situation more calculated to enhance the ardour of Romeo's

affection for Juliet, than his being at once raised by her from the state of drooping melancholy in which he

'Good, now, Miss MacIvor,' said a young lady of quality, 'do you mean to cheat us out of our prerogative?

will you persuade us love cannot subsistwithout hope, or that the lover must become fickle if the lady is

'A lover, my dear Lady Betty,' said Flora, 'may, I conceive, persevere in his suit under very discouraging

circumstances. Affection can (now and then) withstand very severe storms of rigour, but not a long polar frost

of downright indifference. Don't, even with YOUR attractions, try the experiment upon any lover whose faith

you value. Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope, but not altogether without it.'

'It will be just like Duncan MacGirdie's mare,' said Evan, 'if your ladyships please; he wanted to use her by

degrees to live without meat, and just as he had put her on a straw a day, the poor thing died!'

Evan's illustration set the company alaughing, and the discourse took a different turn. Shortly afterwards the

party broke up, and Edward returned home, musing on what Flora had said. 'I will love my Rosalind no

more,' said he: 'she has given me a broad enough hint for that; and I will speak to her brother, and resign my

suit. But for a Julietwould it be handsome to interfere with Fergus's pretensions?though it is impossible

they can ever succeed: and should they miscarry, what then? why then ALORS COMME ALORS.' And

with this resolution, of being guided by circumstances, did our hero commit himself to repose.

If my fair readers should be of opinion that my hero's levity in love is altogether unpardonable, I must remind

them that all his griefs and difficulties did not arise from that sentimental source. Even the lyric poet, who

complains so feelingly of the pains of love, could not forget, that, at the same time, he was 'in debt and in

drink,' which, doubtless, were great aggravations of his distress. There were indeed whole days in which

Waverley thought neither of Flora nor Rose Bradwardine, but which were spent in melancholy conjectures on

the probable state of matters at WaverleyHonour, and the dubious issue of the civil contest in which he was

pledged. Colonel Talbot often engaged him in discussions upon the justice of the cause he had espoused.

'Not,' he said, 'that it is possible for you to quit it at this present moment, for, come what will, you must stand

by your rash engagement. But I with you to be aware that the right is not with you; that you are fighting

against the real interests of your country; and that you ought, as an Englishman and a patriot, to take the first

In such political disputes, Waverley usually opposed the common arguments of his party, with which it is

unnecessary to trouble the reader. But he had little to say when the Colonel urged him to compare the

strength by which they had undertaken to overthrow the Government, with that which was now assembling

very rapidly for its support. To this statement Waverley had but one answer: 'If the cause I have undertaken

be perilous, there would be the greater disgrace in abandoning it.' And in his turn he generally silenced

One night, when, after a long dispute of this nature, the friends had separated, and our hero had retired to bed,

he was awakened about midnight by a suppressed groan. He started up and listened; it came from the

apartment of Colonel Talbot, which was divided from his own by a wainscoted partition, with a door of

communication. Waverley approached this door, and distinctly heard one or two deepdrawn sighs. What

could be the matter? The Colonel had parted from him, apparently, in his usual state of spirits. He must have

been taken suddenly ill. Under this impression, he opened the door of communication very gently, and

perceived the Colonel, in his nightgown, seated by a table, on which lay a letter and a picture. He raised his

head hastily, as Edward stood uncertain whether to advance or retire, and Waverley perceived that his cheeks

As if ashamed at being found giving way to such emotion, Colonel Talbot rose with apparent displeasure, and

said, with some sternness, 'I think, Mr. Waverley, my own apartment, and the hour, might have secured even

'Do not say INTRUSION, Colonel Talbot; I heard you breathe hard, and feared you were ill; that alone could

'Nothing, Mr. Waverley: I was only thinking of home, and of some unpleasant occurrences there.'

'No,it is a grief entirely my own. I am ashamed you should have seen it disarm me so much; but it must

have its course at times, that it may be at others more decently supported. I would have kept it secret from

you; for I think it will grieve you, and yet you can administer no consolation. But you have surprised me,I

'I received yours, my dearest brother, by Hodges. Sir E. W. and Mr. R. are still at large, but are not permitted

to leave London. I wish to Heaven I could give you as good an account of matters in the square. But the news

of the unhappy affair at Preston came upon us, with the dreadful addition that you were among the fallen.

You know Lady Emily's state of health, when your friendship for Sir E. induced you to leave her. She was

much harassed with the sad accounts from Scotland of the rebellion having broken out; but kept up her spirits

as, she said, it became your wife, and for the sake of the future heir, so long hoped for in vain. Alas, my dear

brother, these hopes are now ended! Notwithstanding all my watchful care, this unhappy rumour reached her

without preparation. She was taken ill immediately; and the poor infant scarce survived its birth. Would to

God this were all! But although the contradiction of the horrible report by your own letter has greatly revived

her spirits, yet Dr apprehends, I grieve to say, serious, and even dangerous, consequences to her health,

especially from the uncertainty in which she must necessarily remain for some time, aggravated by the ideas

Do therefore, my dear brother, as soon as this reaches you, endeavour to gain your release, by parole, by

ransom, or any way that is practicable. I do not exaggerate Lady Emily's state of health; but I must notdare

notsuppress the truth.Ever, my dear Philip, your most affectionate sister, 'LUCY TALBOT.'

Edward stood motionless when he had perused this letter; for the conclusion was inevitable, that by the

Colonel's journey in quest of him, he had incurred this heavy calamity. It was severe enough, even in its

irremediable part; for Colonel Talbot and Lady Emily, long without a family, had fondly exulted in the hopes

which were now blasted. But this disappointment was nothing to the extent of the threatened evil; and

Ere he could collect himself sufficiently to speak, Colonel Talbot had recovered his usual composure of

'She is a woman, my young friend, who may justify even a soldier's tears.' He reached him the miniature,

exhibiting features which fully justified the eulogium; 'and yet, God knows, what you see of her there is the

least of the charms she possessespossessed, I should perhaps saybut God's will be done!'

'You must flyyou must fly instantly to her relief. It is not it shall not be too late.'

'You cannot do so consistently with your duty; nor can I accept a discharge from you with due regard to my

'I will answer it with my head, if necessary,' said Waverley, impetuously. 'I have been the unhappy cause of

'No, my dear Edward,' said Talbot, taking him kindly by the hand, 'you are in no respect to blame; and if I

concealed this domestic distress for two days, it was lest your sensibility should view it in that light. You

could not think of me, hardly knew of my existence, when I left England in quest of you. It is a responsibility,

Heaven knows, sufficiently heavy for mortality, that we must answer for the foreseen and direct result of our

actions,for their indirect and consequential operation, the great and good Being, who alone can foresee the

dependence of human events on each other, hath not pronounced his frail creatures liable.'

But that you should have left Lady Emily,' said Waverley, with much emotion, 'in the situation of all others

'I only did my duty,' answered Colonel Talbot, calmly, 'and I do not, ought not to regret it. If the path of

gratitude and honour were always smooth and easy, there would be little merit in following it; but it moves

often in contradiction to our interest and passions, and sometimes to our better affections. These are the trials

of life, and this, though not the least bitter' (the tears came unbidden to his eyes), 'is not the first which it has

been my fate to encounter. But we will talk of this tomorrow,' he said, wringing Waverley's hands. 'Good

night; strive to forget it for a few hours. It will dawn, I think, by six, and it is now past two. Goodnight.'

When Colonel Talbot entered the breakfastparlour next morning, he learned from Waverley's servant that

our hero had been abroad at an early hour, and was not yet returned. The morning was well advanced before

he again appeared, He arrived out of breath, but with an air of joy that astonished Colonel Talbot.

'There,' said he, throwing a paper on the table, 'there is my morning's work.Alick, pack up the Colonel's

The Colonel examined the paper with astonishment. It was a pass from the Chevalier to Colonel Talbot, to

repair to Leith, or any other port in possession of his Royal Highness's troops, and there to embark for

England or elsewhere, at his free pleasure; he only giving his parole of honour not to bear arms against the

'In the name of God,' said the Colonel, his eyes sparkling with eagerness, 'how did you obtain this?'

'I was at the Chevalier's levee as soon as he usually rises. He was gone to the camp at Duddingston. I pursued

him thither; asked and obtained an audiencebut I will tell you not a word more, unless I see you begin to

'Before I know whether I can avail myself of this passport, or how it was obtained?'

'Oh, you can take out the things again, you know.Now I see you busy, I will go on. When I first mentioned

your name, his eyes sparkled almost as bright as yours did two minutes since. "Had you," he earnestly asked,

"Not in the least, nor was there any hope you would do so." His countenance fell. I requested your freedom.

"Impossible," he said;"your importance, as a friend and confidant of such and such personages, made my

request altogether extravagant." I told him my own story and yours and asked him to judge what my feelings

must be by his own. He has a heart, and a kind one, Colonel Talbot, you may say what you please. He took a

sheet of paper, and wrote the pass with his own hand. "I will nottrust myself with my council," he said "they

will argue me out of what is right. I will not endure that a friend, valued as I value you, should be loaded with

the painful reflections which must afflict you in ease of further misfortune in Colonel Talbot's family; nor

will I keep a brave enemy a prisoner under such circumstances. Besides," said he, "I think I can justify myself

to my prudent advisers, by pleading the good effect such lenity will produce on the minds of the great English

'Well, at least he concluded like a king's son"Take the passport; I have added a condition for form's sake;

but if the Colonel objects to it, let him depart without giving any parole whatever. I come here to war with

'To the Chevalier,' said the Colonel; 'it is a good travelling name, and which we may both freely use. Did he

'Only asked if there was anything else he could oblige me in; and when I replied in the negative, he shook me

by the hand, and wished all his followers were as considerate, since some friends of mine not only asked all

he had to bestow, but many things which were entirely out of his power, or that of the greatest sovereign

upon earth. Indeed, he said, no prince seemed, in the eyes of his followers, so like the Deity as himself, if you

'Poor young gentleman!' said the Colonel 'I suppose he begins to feel the difficulties of his situation. Well,

dear Waverley, this is more than kind, and shall not be forgotten while Philip Talbot can remember anything.

My lifepshawlet Emily thank you for thatthis is a favour worth fifty lives. I cannot hesitate on giving

my parole in the circumstances: there it is (he wrote it out in form)and now, how am I to get off?'

'All that is settled: your baggage is packed, my horses wait, and a boat has been engaged, by the Prince's

permission, to put you on board the Fox frigate. I sent a messenger down to Leith on purpose.'

'That will do excellently well. Captain Beaver is my particular friend: he will put me ashore at Berwick or

Shields, from whence I can ride post to London;and you must entrust me with the packet of papers which

you recovered by means of your Miss Bean Lean. I may have an opportunity of using them to your

advantage.But I see your Highland friend, Glenwhat do you call his barbarous name? and his orderly

with himI must not call him his orderly cutthroat any more, I suppose. See how he walks as if the world

were his own, with the bonnet on one side of his head, and his plaid puffed out across his breast! I should like

now to meet that youth where my hands were not tied: I would tame his pride, or he should tame mine,'

'For shame, Colonel Talbot! you swell at sight of tartan, as the bull is said to do at scarlet. You and MacIvor

The latter part of this discourse took place in the street. They passed the Chief, the Colonel and he sternly and

punctiliously greeting each other, like two duellists before they take their ground. It was evident the dislike

was mutual. 'I never see that surly fellow that dogs his heels,' said the Colonel, after he had mounted his

horse, 'but he reminds me of lines I have somewhere heardupon the stage, I think:

'I assure you, Colonel,' said Waverley,' that you judge too harshly of the Highlanders.'

'Not a whit, not a whit; I cannot spare them a jotI cannot bate them an ace. Let them stay in their own

barren mountains, and puff and swell, and hang their bonnets on the horns of the moon, if they have a mind;

but what business have they to come where people wear breeches, and speak an intelligible language? I mean

intelligible in comparison with their gibberish, for even the Lowlanders talk a kind of English little better

than the negroes in Jamaica. I could pity the Pr, I mean the Chevalier himself, for having so many

desperadoes about him. And they learn their trade so early. There is a kind of subaltern imp, for example, a

sort of sucking devil, whom your friend GlennaGlennamuck there, has sometimes in his train. To look at

him, he is about fifteen years; but he is a century old in mischief and villany. He was playing at quoits the

other day in the court; a gentlemana decentlooking person enoughcame past, and as a quoit hit his

shin, he lifted his cane: but my young brave whips out his pistol, like Beau Clincher in the TRIP TO THE

JUBILEE and had not a scream of GARDEZ L'EAU from an upper window set all parties a scampering for

fear of the inevitable consequences, the poor gentleman would have lost his life by the hands of that little

'Oh, Justice Shallow,' said the Colonel, 'will save me the trouble"Barren, barrenbeggars all, beggars all.

Marry, good air,"and that only when you are fairly out of Edinburgh, and not yet come to Leith, as is our

'Farewell, Colonel; may you find all as you would wish it! Perhaps we may meet sooner than you expect:

Tell me nothing of that,' said Talbot 'I wish to carry no news of your motions.'

'Simply then, adieu. Say, with a thousand kind greetings, all that is dutiful and affectionate to Sir Everard and

Aunt Rachel. Think of me as kindly as you canspeak of me as indulgently as your conscience will permit,

'And adieu, my dear Waverley!many, many thanks for your kindness. Unplaid yourself on the first

opportunity. I shall ever think on you with gratitude, and the worst of my censure shall be, QUE DIABLE

And thus they parted, Colonel Talbot going on board of the boat, and Waverley returning to Edinburgh.

It is not our purpose to intrude upon the province of history. We shall therefore only remind our readers, that

about the beginning of November the Young Chevalier, at the head of about six thousand men at the utmost,

resolved to peril his cause on an attempt to penetrate into the centre of England, although aware of the mighty

preparations which were made for his reception. They set forward on this crusade in weather which would

have rendered any other troops incapable of marching, but which in reality gave these active mountaineers

advantages over a less hardy enemy. In defiance of a superior army lying upon the Borders, under Field

Marshal Wade, they besieged and took Carlisle, and soon afterwards prosecuted their daring march to the

As Colonel MacIvor's regiment marched in the van of the clans, he and Waverley, who now equalled any

Highlander in the endurance of fatigue, and was become somewhat acquainted with their language, were

perpetually at its head. They marked the progress of the army, however, with very different eyes. Fergus, all

air and fire, and confident against the world in arms, measured nothing but that every step was a yard nearer

London. He neither asked, expected, nor desired any aid, except that of the clans, to place the Stuarts once

more on the throne; and when by chance a few adherents joined the standard, he always considered them in

the light of new claimants upon the favours of the future monarch, who, he concluded, must therefore

subtract for their gratification so much of the bounty which ought to be shared among his Highland followers.

Edward's views were very different. He could not but observe, that in those towns in which they proclaimed

James the Third, 'no man cried, God bless him.' The mob stared and listened, heartless, stupefied, and dull,

but gave few signs even of that boisterous spirit which induces them to shout upon all occasions, for the mere

exercise of their most sweet voices. The Jacobites had been taught to believe that the northwestern counties

abounded with wealthy squires and hardy yeomen, devoted to the cause of the White Rose. But of the

wealthier Tories they saw little. Some fled from their houses, some feigned themselves sick, some

surrendered themselves to the Government as suspected persons. Of such as remained, the ignorant gazed

with astonishment, mixed with horror and aversion, at the wild appearance, unknown language, and singular

garb, of the Scottish clans. And to the more prudent, their scanty numbers, apparent deficiency in discipline;

and poverty of equipment, seemed certain tokens of the calamitous termination of their rash undertaking.

Thus the few who joined them were such as bigotry of political principle blinded to consequences, or whose

The Baron of Bradwardine being asked what he thought of these recruits, took a long pinch of snuff, and

answered drily, 'that he could not but have an excellent opinion of them, since they resembled precisely the

followers who attached themselves to the good King David at the cave of Adullam; VIDELICET, every one

that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, which the Vulgate

renders bitter of soul; and doubtless,' he said 'they will prove mighty men of their hands, and there is much

But none of these considerations moved Fergus. He admired the luxuriant beauty of the country, and the

situation of many of the seats which they passed. 'Is WaverleyHonour like that house, Edward?'

'It is three times; as extensive, and rather resembles a forest than a mere park.'

'I hope Miss MacIvor will have much reason for happiness, unconnected with WaverleyHonour.'

'I hope so too; but, to be mistress of such a place, will be a pretty addition to the sum total.'

'An addition, the want of which, I trust, will be amply supplied by some other means.'

'How,' said Fergus, stopping short, and turning upon Waverley 'How am I to understand that, Mr.

'And I am to understand that you no longer desire my alliance, and my sister's hand?'

'Your sister has refused mine,' said Waverley, 'both directly, and by all the usual means by which ladies

'I have no idea,' answered the Chieftain, 'of a lady dismissing or a gentleman withdrawing his suit, after it has

been approved of by her legal guardian, without giving him an opportunity of talking the matter over with the

lady. You did not, I suppose, expect my sister to drop into your mouth like a ripe plum, the first moment you

'As to the lady's title to dismiss her lover, Colonel replied Edward, 'it is a point which you must argue with

her, as I am ignorant of the customs of the Highlands in that particular. But as to my title to acquiesce in a

rejection from her without an appeal to your interest, I will tell you plainly, without meaning to undervalue

Miss MacIvor's admitted beauty and accomplishments, that I would not take the hand of an angel, with an

empire for her dowry, if her consent were extorted by the importunity of friends and guardians, and did not

'An angel, with the dowry of an empire,' repeated Fergus, in a tone of bitter irony, 'is not very likely to be

pressed upon a shire squire.But sir,' changing his tone, 'if Flora MacIvor have not the dowry of an

empire, she is my sister; and that is sufficient at least to secure her against being treated with anything

She is Flora MacIvor, sir,' said Waverley, with firmness, 'which to me, were I capable of treating any

The brow of the Chieftain was now fully clouded, but Edward felt too indignant at the unreasonable tone

which he had adopted, to avert the storm by the least concession. They both stood still while this short

dialogue passed, and Fergus seemed half disposed to say something more violent, but, by a strong effort,

suppressed his passion, and, turning his face forward, walked sullenly on. As they had always hitherto walked

together, and almost constantly side by side; Waverley pursued his course silently in the same direction,

determined to let the Chief take his own time in recovering the good humour which he had so unreasonably

After they had marched on in this sullen manner about a mile, Fergus resumed the discourse in a different

tone. 'I believe I was warm, my dear Edward, but you provoke me with your want of knowledge of the world.

You have taken pet at some of Flora's prudery, or highflying notions of loyalty, and now, like a child, you

quarrel with the plaything you have been crying for, and beat me, your faithful keeper, because my arm

cannot reach to Edinburgh to hand it to you. I am sure, if I was passionate, the mortification of losing the

alliance of such a friend, after your arrangement had been the talk of both Highlands and Lowlands, and that

without so much as knowing why or wherefore, might well provoke calmer blood than mine. I shall write to

Edinburgh, and put all to rights; that is, if you desire I should do so,as indeed I cannot suppose that your

good opinion of Flora, it being such as you have often expressed to me, can be at once laid aside.'

'Colonel MacIvor,' said Edward, who had no mind to be hurried farther or faster than he chose, in a matter

which he had already considered as broken off, 'I am fully sensible of the value of your good offices; and

certainly, by your zeal on my behalf in such an affair, you do me no small honour. But as Miss MacIvor has

made her election freely and voluntarily, and as all my attentions in Edinburgh were received with more than

coldness, I cannot, in justice either to her or myself, consent that she should again be harassed upon this topic.

I would have mentioned this to you some time since;but you saw the footing upon which we stood

together, and must have understood it. Had I thought otherwise, I would have earlier spoken; but I had a

'Oh, very well, Mr. Waverley,' said Fergus, haughtily, 'the thing is at an end. I have no occasion to press my

'Nor have I any occasion to court repeated rejection from the same young lady,' answered Edward, in the

'I shall make due inquiry, however,' said the Chieftain, without noticing the interruption, 'and learn what my

'Respecting such inquiries, you will of course be guided by your own judgement,' said Waverley. 'It is, I am

aware, impossible Miss MacIvor can change her mind; and were such an unsupposable case to happen, it is

certain I will not change mine. I only mention this to prevent any possibility of future misconstruction.'

Gladly at this moment would MacIvor have put their quarrel to a personal arbitrament;his eye flashed

fire, and he measured Edward as if to choose where he might best plant a mortal wound. But although we do

not now quarrel according to the modes and figures of Caranza or Vincent Saviola, no one knew better than

Fergus that there must be some decent pretext for a mortal duel. For instance, you may challenge a man for

treading on your corn in a crowd, or for pushing you up to the wall, or for taking your seat in the theatre; but

the modern code of honour will not permit you to found a quarrel upon your right of compelling a man to

continue addresses to a female relative, which the fair lady has already refused. So that Fergus was compelled

to stomach this supposed affront, until the whirligig of time, whose motion he promised himself he would

Waverley's servant always led a saddlehorse for him in the rear of the battalion to which he was attached,

though his master seldom rode. But now, incensed at the domineering and unreasonable conduct of his late

friend, he fell behind the column, and mounted his horse, resolving to seek the Baron of Bradwardine, and

'A happy time of it I should have had,' thought he, after he was mounted, 'to have been so closely allied to this

superb specimen of pride and selfopinion and passion. A colonel! why, he should have been a

generalissimo. A petty chief of three or four hundred men!his pride might suffice for the Cham of

Tartary the Grand Seigniorthe Great Mogul! I am well free of him. Were Flora an angel, she would

The Baron, whose learning (like Sancho's jests while in the Sierra Morena) seemed to grow mouldy for want

of exercise, joyfully embraced the opportunity of Waverley's offering his service in his regiment, to bring it

into some exertion. The goodnatured old gentleman, however, laboured to effect a reconciliation between

the two quondam friends. Fergus turned a cold ear to his remonstrances, though he gave them a respectful

hearing; and as for Waverley, he saw no reason why he should be the first in courting a renewal of the

intimacy which the Chieftain had so unreasonably disturbed. The Baron then mentioned the matter to the

Prince, who, anxious to prevent quarrels in his little army, declared he would himself remonstrate with

Colonel MacIvor on the unreasonableness of his conduct. But, in the hurry of their march, it was a day or

In the meanwhile, Waverley turned the instructions he had received while in Gardiner's dragoons to some

account, and assisted the Baron in his command as a sort of adjutant. 'PARMI LES AVEUGLES UN

BORGNE EST ROI,' says the French proverb; and the cavalry, which consisted chiefly of Lowland

gentlemen, their tenants and servants, formed a high opinion of Waverley's skill, and a great attachment to his

person. This was indeed partly owing to the satisfaction which they felt at the distinguished English

volunteer's leaving the Highlanders to rank among them; for there was a latent grudge between the horse and

foot, not only owing to the difference of the services, but because most of the gentlemen, living near the

Highlands, had at one time or other had quarrels with the tribes in their vicinity, and all of them looked with a

jealous eye on the Highlanders' avowed pretensions to superior valour, and utility in the Prince's service.

It was Waverley's custom sometimes to ride a little apart from the main body, to look at any object of

curiosity which occurred on the march. They were now in Lancashire, when, attracted by a castellated old

hall, he left the squadron for half an hour, to take a survey and slight sketch of it. As he returned down the

avenue, he was met by Ensign Maccombich. This man had contracted a sort of regard for Edward since the

day of his first seeing him at TullyVeolan, and introducing him to the Highlands. He seemed to loiter, as if

on purpose to meet with our hero. Yet, as he passed him, he only approached his stirrup, and pronounced the

single word, 'Beware!' and then walked swiftly on, shunning all further communication.

Edward, somewhat surprised at this hint, followed with his eyes the course of Evan, who speedily

disappeared among the trees. His servant, Alick Polwarth, who was in attendance, also looked after the

'The ne'er be in me, sir, if I think you're safe amang thae Highland rintherouts.'

'The MacIvors, sir, hae gotten it into their heads, that ye hae affronted their young leddy, Miss Flora; and I

hae heard mae than ane say, they wadna, tak muckle to make a blackcock o' ye; and ye ken weel eneugh

there's mony o' them wadna mind a bawbee the weising a ball through the Prince himsell, an the Chief gae

them the winkor whether he did or no,if they thought it a thing that would please him when it was dune.'

Waverley, though confident that Fergus MacIvor was incapable of such treachery, was by no means equally

sure of the forbearance of his followers. He knew, that where the honour of the Chief or his family was

supposed to be touched, the happiest man would be he that could first avenge the stigma; and he had often

heard them quote a proverb, 'That the best revenge was the most speedy and most safe.' Coupling this with

the hint of Evan, he judged it most prudent to set spurs to his horse, and ride briskly back to the squadron. Ere

he reached the end of the long avenue, however, a ball whistled past him, and the report of a pistol was heard.

'It was that deevil's buckie, Callum Beg,' said Alick; I saw him whisk away through amang the reises.'

Edward, justly incensed at this act of treachery, galloped out of the avenue, and observed the battalion of

MacIvor at some distance moving along the common, in which it terminated. He also saw an individual

running very fast to join the party; this he concluded was the intended assassin, who, by leaping an enclosure,

might easily make a much shorter path to the main body than he could find on horseback. Unable to contain

himself, he commanded Alick to go to the Baron of Bradwardine, who was at the head of his regiment about

half a mile in front, and acquaint him with what had happened. He himself immediately rode up to Fergus's

regiment. The Chief himself was in the act of joining them. He was on horseback, having returned from

waiting on the Prince. On perceiving Edward approaching, he put his horse in motion towards him.

'Colonel MacIvor,' said Waverley, without any further salutation, 'I have to inform you that one of your

'As that,' answered MacIvor, 'excepting the circumstance of a lurkingplace, is a pleasure which I presently

propose to myself, I should be glad to know which of my clansmen dared to anticipate me.'

'I shall certainly be at your command whenever you please;the gentleman who took your office upon

'You did,' said Alick Polwarth, who was already returned, having met a trooper by whom he dispatched an

account of what was going forward to the Baron of Bradwardine, while he himself returned to his master at

full gallop, neither sparing the rowels of his spurs, nor the sides of his horse. 'You did; I saw you as plainly as

'You lie,' replied Callum, with his usual impenetrable obstinacy. The combat between the knights would

certainly, as in the days of chivalry, have been preceded by an encounter between the squires (for Alick was a

stouthearted Merseman, and feared the bow of Cupid far more than a Highlander's dirk or claymore), but

Fergus, with his usual tone of decision, demanded Callum's pistol. The cock was down, the pan and muzzle

'Take that,' said Fergus, striking the boy upon the head with the heavy pistolbutt with his whole force, 'take

that for acting without orders, and lying to disguise it.' Callum received the blow without appearing to flinch

from it, and fell without sign of life. 'Stand still, upon your lives!' said Fergus to the rest of the clan; 'I blow

out the brains of the first man who interferes between Mr. Waverley and me.' They stood motionless; Evan

Dhu alone showed symptoms of vexation and anxiety. Callum lay on the ground bleeding copiously, but no

one ventured to give him any assistance. It seemed as if he had gotten his death blow.

'And now for you, Mr. Waverley; please to turn your horse twenty yards with me upon the common.'

Waverley complied; and Fergus, confronting him when they were a little way from the line of march, said,

with great affected coolness, 'I could not but wonder, sir, at the fickleness of taste which you were pleased to

express the other day. But it was not an angel, as you justly observed, who had charms for you, unless she

brought an empire for her fortune. I have now an excellent commentary upon that obscure text.'

'I am at a loss even to guess at your meaning, Colonel MacIvor, unless it seems plain that you intend to

'Your affected ignorance shall not serve you, sir. The Prince, the Prince himself, has acquainted me with

your manoeuvres, I little thought that your engagements with Miss Bradwardine were the reason of your

breaking off your intended match with my sister. I suppose the information that the Baron had altered the

destination of his estate, was quite a sufficient reason for slighting your friend's sister, and carrying off your

'Did the Prince tell you I was engaged to Miss Bradwardine?' said Waverley. 'Impossible.'

'He did, sir,' answered MacIvor; 'so, either draw and defend yourself, or resign your pretensions to the lady.'

'Oh! no evasion! draw your sword!' said the infuriated Chieftain,his own already unsheathed.

'What title have you,' cried Waverley, utterly losing command of himself,'What title have you, or any man

At this moment the Baron of Bradwardine, followed by several of his troop, came up on the spur, some from

curiosity, others to take part in the quarrel, which they indistinctly understood had broken out between the

MacIvors and their corps. The clan, seeing them approach, put themselves in motion to support their

Chieftain, and a scene of confusion commenced, which seemed likely to terminate in bloodshed. A hundred

tongues were in motion at once. The Baron lectured, the Chieftain stormed, the Highlanders screamed in

Gaelic, the horsemen cursed and swore in Lowland Scotch. At length matters came to such a pass, that the

Baron threatened to charge the MacIvors unless they resumed their ranks, and many of them, in return,

presented their fire arms at him and the other troopers. The confusion was privately fostered by old

Ballenkeiroch, who made no doubt that his own day of vengeance was arrived, when, behold! a cry arose of

approach of the Prince, who came up with a party of FitzJames's foreign dragoons that acted as his

bodyguard. His arrival produced some degree of order. The Highlanders re assumed their ranks, the cavalry

The Prince called them and Waverley before him. Having heard the original cause of the quarrel through the

villany of Callum Beg, he ordered him into custody of the provostmarshal for immediate execution, in the

event of his surviving the chastisement inflicted by his Chieftain. Fergus, however, in a tone betwixt claiming

a right and asking a favour, requested he might be left to his disposal, and promised his punishment should be

exemplary. To deny this, might have seemed to encroach on the patriarchal authority of the Chieftains, of

which they were very jealous, and they were not persons to be disobliged. Callum was therefore left to the

The Prince next demanded to know the new cause of quarrel between Colonel MacIvor and Waverley.

There was a pause. Both gentlemen found the presence of the Baron of Bradwardine (for by this time all three

had approached the Chevalier by his command) an insurmountable barrier against entering upon a subject

where the name of his daughter must unavoidably be mentioned. They turned their eyes on the ground, with

looks in which shame and embarrassment were mingled with displeasure. The Prince, who had been educated

amongst the discontented and mutinous spirits of the court of St. Germains, where feuds of every kind were

the daily subject of solicitude to the dethroned sovereign, had served his apprenticeship, as old Frederick of

Prussia would have said, to the trade of royalty. To promote or restore concord among his followers was

'Monseigneur!' said a very handsome French cavalry officer, who was in attendance.

'Ayez la bonte d'alligner ces montagnards la, ainsi que la cavalerie, s'il vous plait, et de les remettre a la

marche. Vous parlez si bien l'Anglois, cela ne vous donneroit pas beaucoup de peine.'

'Ah! pas de tout, Monseigneur,' replied Mons. le Comte de Beaujeu, his head bending down to the neck of his

little prancing highlymanaged charger. Accordingly he PIAFFED away, in high spirits and confidence, to

the head of Fergus's regiment, although understanding not a word of Gaelic, and very little English.

'Messieurs les sauvages Ecossoisdat isgentilmans savages, have the goodness d'arranger vous.'

The clan, comprehending the order more from the gesture than the words, and seeing the Prince himself

'Ah! ver well! dat is fort bien!' said the Count de Beaujeu. 'Gentilmans sauvagesmais tres bienEh

bien!Qu'estce que vous appellez visage, Monsieur?' (to a lounging trooper who stood by him). 'Ah, oui!

FACEJe vous remercie, Monsieur. Gentilshommes, have de goodness to make de face to de right par

file, dat is, by files.Marsh!Mais tres bienencore, Messieurs; il faut vous mettre a la marche...Marchez

donc, au nom de Dieu, parceque j'ai oublie le mot Angloismais vous etes des braves gens, et me

The Count next hastened to put the cavalry in motion. 'Gentilmans cavalry, you must fall inAh! par ma foi,

I did not say fall off! I am a fear de little gross fat gentilman is moche hurt. Ah, mon Dieu! c'est le

Commissaire qui nous a apporte les premieres nouvelles de ce maudit fracas. Je suis trop fache, Monsieur!'

But poor Macwheeble, who, with a sword stuck across him, and a white cockade as large as a pancake, now

figured in the character of a commissary, being overturned in the bustle occasioned by the troopers hastening

to get themselves in order in the Prince's presence, before he could rally his galloway, slunk to the rear amid

'Eh bien, Messieurs, wheel to de rightAh! dat is it!Eh, Monsieur de Bradwardine, ayez la bonte de vous

The Baron of Bradwardine was obliged to go to the assistance of Monsieur de Beaujeu, after he had fairly

expended his few English military phrases. One purpose of the Chevalier was thus answered. The other he

proposed was, that in the eagerness to hear and comprehend commands issued through such an indistinct

medium in his own presence, the thoughts of the soldiers in both corps might get a current different from the

Charles Edward was no sooner left with the Chieftain and Waverley, the rest of his attendants being at some

distance, than he said, 'If I owed less to your disinterested friendship, I could be most seriously angry with

both of you for this very extraordinary and causeless broil, at a moment when my father's service so

decidedly demands the most perfect unanimity. But the worst of my situation is, that my very best friends

hold they have liberty to ruin themselves, as well as the cause they are engaged in, upon the slightest caprice.'

Both the young men protested their resolution to submit every difference to his arbitration. 'Indeed,' said

Edward, 'I hardly know of what I am accused. I sought Colonel MacIvor merely to mention to him that I had

narrowly escaped assassination at the hand of his immediate dependenta dastardly revenge, which I knew

him to be incapable of authorizing. As to the cause for which he is disposed to fasten a quarrel upon me, I am

ignorant of it, unless it be that he accuses me, most unjustly, of having engaged the affections of a young lady

'If there is an error,' said the Chieftain, 'it arises from a conversation which I held this morning with his Royal

'With me?' said the Chevalier; 'how can Colonel MacIvor have so far misunderstood me?'

He then led Fergus aside, and, after five minutes' earnest conversation, spurred his horse towards Edward. 'Is

it possible nay, ride up, Colonel, for I desire no secretsIs it possible, Mr. Waverley, that I am mistaken

in supposing that you are an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine?a fact of which I was by circumstances,

though not by communication from you, so absolutely convinced, that I alleged it to Vich Ian Vohr this

morning as a reason why, without offence to him, you might not continue to be ambitious of an alliance,

which to an unengaged person, even though once repulsed, holds out too many charms to be lightly laid

'Your Royal Highness,' said Waverley, 'must have founded on circumstances altogether unknown to me,

when you did me the distinguished honour of supposing me an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine. I feel the

distinction implied in the supposition, but I have no title to it. For the rest, my confidence in my own merits is

too justly slight to admit of my hoping for success in any quarter after positive rejection.'

The Chevalier was silent for a moment, looking steadily at them both, and then said, 'Upon my word, Mr.

Waverley, you are a less happy man than I conceived I had very good reason to believe you.But now,

gentlemen, allow me to be umpire in this matter, not as Prince Regent, but as Charles Stuart, a brother

adventurer with you in the same gallant cause. Lay my pretensions to be obeyed by you entirely out of view,

and consider your own honour, and how far it is well, or becoming, to give our enemies the advantage, and

our friends the scandal, of showing that, few as we are, we are not united. And forgive me if I add, that the

names of the ladies who have been mentioned, crave more respect from us all than to be made themes of

He took Fergus a little apart, and spoke to him very earnestly for two or three minutes, and then returning to

Waverley, said 'I believe I have satisfied Colonel MacIvor that his resentment was founded upon a

misconception, to which, indeed, I myself gave rise; and I trust Mr. Waverley is too generous to harbour any

recollection of what is past, when I assure him that such is the case.You must state this matter properly to

your clan, Vich Iain Vohr, to prevent a recurrence of their precipitate violence.' Fergus bowed. 'And now,

They advanced coldly, and with measured steps, each apparently reluctant to appear most forward in

concession. They did, however, shake hands, and parted, taking a respectful leave of the Chevalier. Charles

Edward [See Note 31.] then rode to the head of the MacIvors, threw himself from his horse, begged a drink

out of old Ballenkeiroch's canteen, and marched about half a mile along with them, inquiring into the history

and connexions of Sliochd nan Ivor, adroitly using the few words of Gaelic he possessed, and affecting a

great desire to learn it more thoroughly. He then mounted his horse once more, and galloped to the Baron's

cavalry, which was in front; halted them, and examined their accoutrements and state of discipline; took

notice of the principal gentlemen, and even of the cadets; inquired after their ladies, and commended their

horses;rode about an hour with the Baron of Bradwardine, and endured three long stories about

'Ah, Beaujeu, mon cher ami,' said he as he returned to his usual place in the line of march, 'que mon metier de

prince errant est ennuyant, par fois. Mais, courage! c'est le grand jeu, apres tout.'

The reader need hardly be reminded, that, after a council of war held at Derby on the 5th of December, the

Highlanders relinquished their desperate attempt to penetrate farther into England, and, greatly to the

dissatisfaction of their young and daring leader, positively determined to return northward. They commenced

their retreat accordingly, and by the extreme celerity of their movements, outstripped the motions of the Duke

This retreat was a virtual resignation of their towering hopes. None had been so sanguine as Fergus

MacIvor; none, consequently, was so cruelly mortified at the change of measures. He argued, or rather

remonstrated, with the utmost vehemence at the council of war; and, when his opinion was rejected, shed

tears of grief and indignation. From that moment his whole manner was so much altered, that he could

scarcely have been recognized for the same soaring and ardent spirit, for whom the whole earth seemed too

narrow but a week before. The retreat had continued for several days, when Edward, to his surprise, early on

the 12th of December, received a visit from the Chieftain in his quarters, in a hamlet about half way between

Having had no intercourse with the Chieftain since their rupture, Edward waited with some anxiety an

explanation of this unexpected visit; nor could he help being surprised, and somewhat shocked, with the

change in his appearance. His eye had lost much of its fire; his cheek was hollow, his voice was languid; even

his gait seemed less firm and elastic than it was wont; and his dress, to which he used to be particularly

attentive, was now carelessly flung about him. He invited Edward to walk out with him by the little river in

the vicinity; and smiled in a melancholy manner when he observed him take down and buckle on his sword.

As soon as they were in a wild sequestered path by the side of the stream, the Chief broke out,'Our fine

adventure is now totally ruined, Waverley, and I wish to know what you intend to do:nay, never stare at

me, man. I tell you I received a packet from my sister yesterday, and, had I got the information it contains

sooner, it would have prevented a quarrel, which I am always vexed when I think of. In a letter written after

our dispute, I acquainted her with the cause of it; and she now replies to me, that she never had, nor could

have, any purpose of giving you encouragement; so that it seems I have acted like a madman. Poor Flora! she

writes in high spirits; what a change will the news of this unhappy retreat make in her state of mind!'

Waverley, who was really much affected by the deep tone of melancholy with which Fergus spoke,

affectionately entreated him to banish from his remembrance any unkindness which had arisen between them,

and they once more shook hands, but now with sincere cordiality. Fergus again inquired of Waverley what he

intended to do. 'Had you not better leave this luckless army, and get down before us into Scotland, and

embark for the Continent from some of the eastern ports that are still in our possession? When you are out of

the kingdom, your friends will easily negotiate your pardon; and, to tell you the truth, I wish you would carry

Rose Bradwardine with you as your wife, and take Flora also under your joint protection.' Edward looked

surprised 'She loves you, and I believe you love her, though, perhaps, you have not found it out, for you

are not celebrated for knowing your own mind very pointedly.' He said this with a sort of smile.

'How!' answered Edward,' can you advise me to desert the expedition in which we are all embarked?'

'Embarked?' said Fergus; 'the vessel is going to pieces, and it is full time for all who can, to get into the

'Why, what will other gentlemen do?' answered Waverley, 'and why did the Highland chiefs consent to this

'Oh,' replied MacIvor, 'they think that, as on former occasions, the heading, hanging, and forfeiting, will

chiefly fall to the lot of the Lowland gentry; that they will be left secure in their poverty and their fastnesses,

there, according to their proverb, "to listen to the wind upon the hill till the waters abate." But they will be

disappointed; they have been too often troublesome to be so repeatedly passed over, and this time John Bull

has been too heartily frightened to recover his good humour for some time. The Hanoverian ministers always

deserved to be hanged for rascals; but now, if they get the power in their hands,as, sooner or later, they

must, since there is neither rising in England nor assistance from France,they will deserve the gallows as

fools, if they leave a single clan in the Highlands in a situation to be again troublesome to Government. Aye,

'And while you recommend flight to me,' said Edward,'a counsel which I would rather die than

'Oh,' answered Fergus, with a melancholy air, 'my fate is settled. Dead or captive I must be before

'What do you mean by that, my friend?' said Edward. 'The enemy is still a day's march in our rear, and if he

'What I tell you is true notwithstanding, so far as I am individually concerned.'

'On one which never failed a person of my house. I have seen,' he said, lowering his voice, 'I have seen the

'Yes: have you been so long at Glennaquoich, and never heard of the Grey Spectre? though indeed there is a

'Ah! it would have been a tale for poor Flora to have told you. Or, if that hill were Benmore, and that long

blue lake, which you see just winding towards yon mountainous country, were Loch Tay, or my own Loch an

Ri, the tale would be better suited with scenery. However, let us sit down on this knell; even Saddleback and

Ullswater will suit what I have to say better than the English hedgerows, enclosures, and farmhouses. You

must know, then, that when my ancestor, Ian nan Chaistel, wasted Northumberland, there was associated with

him in the expedition a sort of Southland Chief, or captain of a band of Lowlanders, called Halbert Hall. In

their return through the Cheviots, they quarrelled about the division of the great booty they had acquired, and

came from words to blows. The Lowlanders were cut off to a man, and their chief fell the last, covered with

wounds by the sword of my ancestor, Since that time, his spirit has crossed the Vich Ian Vohr of the day

when any great disaster was impending, but especially before approaching death. My father saw him twice;

once before he was made prisoner at SheriffMuir; another time, on the morning of the day on which he

'I do not ask you to believe it; but I tell you the truth, ascertained by three hundred years' experience at least,

'I will, on condition you will not attempt a jest on the subject.Since this unhappy retreat commenced, I

have scarce ever been able to sleep for thinking of my clan, and of this poor Prince, whom they are leading

back like a dog in a string, whether he will or no, and of the downfall of my family. Last night I felt so

feverish that I left my quarters, and walked out, in hopes the keen frosty air would brace my nervesI

cannot tell how much I dislike going on, for I know you will hardly believe me. HoweverI crossed a small

footbridge, and kept walking backwards and forwards, when I observed with surprise, by the clear moonlight,

a tall figure in a grey plaid, such as shepherds wear in the south of Scotland, which, move at what pace I

'No: I thought so at first, and was astonished at the man's audacity in daring to dog me. I called to him but

received no answer. I felt an anxious throbbing at my heart; and to ascertain what I dreaded, I stood still, and

turned myself on the same spot successively to the four points of the compassBy Heaven, Edward, turn

where I would, the figure was instantly before my eyes, at precisely the same distance! I was then convinced

it was the Bodach Glas. My hair bristled, and my knees shook. I manned myself, however, and determined to

return to my quarters. My ghastly visitant glided before me (for I cannot say he walked), until he reached the

footbridge: there he stopped, and turned full round. I must either wade the river, or pass him as close as I am

to you. A desperate courage, founded on the belief that my death was near, made me resolve to make my way

in despite of him. I made the sign of the cross, drew my sword, and uttered, "In the name of God, Evil Spirit,

give place!" "Vich Ian Vohr," it said, in a voice that made my very blood curdle, "beware of tomorrow!" It

seemed at that moment not half a yard from my sword's point; but the words were no sooner spoken than it

was gone, and nothing appeared further to obstruct my passage. I got home, and threw myself on my bed,

where I spent a few hours heavily enough; and this morning, as no enemy was reported to be near us, I took

my horse, and rode forward to make up matters with you. I would not willingly fall until I am in charity with

Edward had little doubt that this phantom was the operation of an exhausted frame and depressed spirits,

working on the belief common to all Highlanders in such superstitions. He did not the less pity Fergus, for

whom, in his present distress, he felt all his former regard revive. With the view of diverting his mind from

these gloomy images, he offered with the Baron's permission, which he knew he could readily obtain, to

remain in his quarters till Fergus's corps should come up, and then to march with them as usual. The Chief

'Well,' replied the Chieftain, 'let Alick have your horse in readiness, in case we should be overmatched, and

The rearguard were late in making their appearance, having been delayed by various accidents and by the

badness of the roads. At length they entered the hamlet. When Waverley joined the clan MacIvor, arm in

arm with their Chieftain, all the resentment they had entertained against him seemed blown off at once. Evan

Dhu received him with a grin of congratulation; and even Callum, who was running about as active as ever,

'That gallowsbird's skull,' said Fergus, 'must be harder than marble: the lock of the pistol was actually

'How could you strike so young a lad so hard?' said Waverley, with some interest.

They were now in full march, every caution being taken to prevent surprise. Fergus's people, and a fine clan

regiment from Badenoch, commanded by Cluny MacPherson, had the rear. They had passed a large open

moor, and were entering into the enclosures which surround a small village called Clifton. The winter sun had

set, and Edward began to rally Fergus upon the false predictions of the Grey Spirit. 'The Ides of March are

not past,' said MacIvor, with a smile; when, suddenly casting his eyes back on the moor, a large body of

cavalry was indistinctly seen to hover upon its brown and dark surface. To line the enclosures facing the open

ground, and the road by which the enemy must move from it upon the village, was the work of a short time.

While these manoeuvres were accomplishing, night sunk down, dark and gloomy, though the moon was at

full. Sometimes, however, she gleamed forth a dubious light upon the scene of action.

The Highlanders did not remain long undisturbed in the defensive position they had adopted. Favoured by the

night, one large body of dismounted dragoons attempted to force the enclosures, while another, equally

strong, strove to penetrate by the high road. Both were received by such a heavy fire as disconcerted their

ranks, and effectually checked their progress. Unsatisfied with the advantage thus gained, Fergus, to whose

ardent spirit the approach of danger seemed to restore all ifs elasticity, drawing his sword, and calling out

'Claymore!' encouraged his men, by voice and example, to break through the hedge which divided them, and

rush down upon the enemy. Mingling with the dismounted dragoons, they forced them, at the swordpoint, to

fly to the open moor, where a considerable number were cut to pieces. But the moon, which suddenly shone

out, showed to the English the small number of assailants, disordered by their own success. Two squadrons of

horse moving to the support of their companions, the Highlanders endeavoured to recover the enclosures. But

several of them, amongst others their brave Chieftain, were cut off and surrounded before they could effect

their purpose. Waverley, looking eagerly for Fergus, from whom, as well as from the retreating body of his

followers, he had been separated in the darkness and tumult, saw him, with Evan Dhu and Callum, defending

themselves desperately against a dozen of horsemen, who were hewing at them with their long broadswords.

The moon was again at that moment totally overclouded, and Edward, in the obscurity, could neither bring

aid to his friends, nor discover which way lay his own road to rejoin the rearguard. After once or twice

narrowly escaping being slain or made prisoner by parties of the cavalry whom he encountered in the

darkness, he at length reached an enclosure, and clambering over it, concluded himself in safety, and on the

way to the Highland forces, whose pipes he heard at some distance. For Fergus hardly a hope remained,

unless that he might be made prisoner. Revolving his fate with sorrow and anxiety, the superstition of the

Bodach Glas recurred to Edward's recollection, and he said to himself, with internal surprise, 'What, can the

Edward was in a most unpleasant and dangerous situation. He soon lost the sound of the bagpipes; and, what

was yet more unpleasant, when, after searching long in vain, and scrambling through many enclosures, he at

length approached the high road, he learned, from the unwelcome noise of kettledrums and trumpets, that the

English cavalry now occupied it, and consequently were between him and the Highlanders. Precluded,

therefore, from advancing in a straight direction, he resolved to avoid the English military, and endeavour to

join his friends by making a circuit to the left, for which a beaten path deviating from the main road in that

direction seemed to afford facilities. The path was muddy, and the night dark and cold; but even these

inconveniences were hardly felt amidst the apprehensions which falling into the hands of the King's forces

After walking about three miles, he at length reached a hamlet. Conscious that the common people were in

general unfavourable to the cause he had espoused, yet desirous, if possible, to procure a horse and guide to

Penrith, where he hoped to find the rear, if not the main body, of the Chevalier's army, he approached the

alehouse of the place. There was a great noise within: he paused to listen. A round English oath or two, and

the burden of a campaign song, convinced him the hamlet also was occupied by the Duke of Cumberland's

soldiers. Endeavouring to retire from it as softly as possible, and blessing the obscurity which hitherto he had

murmured against, Waverley groped his way the best he could along a small paling, which seemed the

boundary of some cottage garden. As he reached the gate of this little enclosure, his outstretched hand was

grasped by that of a female, whose voice at the same time uttered, 'Edward, is't thou, man?'

'Here is some unlucky mistake,' thought Edward, struggling, but gently, to disengage himself.

'Naen o' thy foun, now; man, or the red cwoats will hear thee; they hae been houlerying and poulerying every

ane that past alehouse door this noight to make them drive their wagons and sick loike. Come into feyther's,

'A good hint,' thought Waverley, following the girl through the little garden into a brickpaved kitchen,

where she set herself to kindle a match at an expiring fire, and with the match to light a candle. She had no

sooner looked on Edward than she dropped the light, with a shrill scream of 'O feyther! feyther!'

The father, thus invoked, speedily appeared, a sturdy old farmer, in a pair of leather breeches, and boots

pulled on without stockings, having just started from his bed;the rest of his dress was only a Westmoreland

statesman's robedechambre,that is, his shirt. His figure was displayed to advantage, by a candle which

'Oh!' cried the poor girl, almost going off in hysterics, I thought it was Ned Williams, and it is one of the

'And what was thee ganging to do wi' Ned Williams at this time o' noight?' To this, which was, perhaps, one

of the numerous class of questions more easily asked than answered, the rosycheeked damsel made no

'And thee, lad, dost ho know that the dragoons be a town? Dost ho know that, mon?ad, they'll sliver thee

'I know my life is in great danger,' said Waverley, 'but if you can assist me, I will reward you handsomely, I

'Be ho Scot or no,' said the honest farmer, 'I wish thou hadst kept the other side of the hallan. But since thou

art here, Jacob Jopson will betray no man's bluid; and the plaids were gay canny, and did not so much

mischief when they were here yesterday.' Accordingly, he set seriously about sheltering and refreshing our

hero for the night, The fire was speedily rekindled, but with precaution against its light being seen from

without. The jolly yeoman cut a rasher of bacon, which Cicely soon broiled, and her father added a swingeing

tankard of his best ale. It was settled, that Edward should remain there till the troops marched in the morning,

then hire or buy a horse from the farmer, and, with the best directions that could be obtained, endeavour to

overtake his friends. A clean, though coarse bed, received him after the fatigues of this unhappy day.

With the morning arrived the news that the Highlanders had evacuated Penrith, and marched off towards

Carlisle; that the Duke of Cumberland was in possession of Penrith, and that detachments of his army

covered the roads in every direction. To attempt to get through undiscovered, would be an act of the most

frantic temerity. Ned Williams (the right Edward) was now called to council by Cicely and her father, Ned,

who perhaps did not care that his handsome namesake should remain too long in the same house with his

sweetheart, for fear of fresh mistakes, proposed that Waverley, exchanging his uniform and plaid for the dress

of the country, should go with him to his father's farm near Ullswater, and remain in that undisturbed

retirement until the military movements in the country should have ceased to render his departure hazardous.

A price was also agreed upon, at which the stranger might board with Farmer Williams, if he thought proper,

till he could depart with safety. It was of moderate amount; the distress of his situation, among this honest

and simplehearted race, being considered as no reason for increasing their demand.

The necessary articles of dress were accordingly procured; and, by following bypaths, known to the young

farmer, they hoped to escape any unpleasant rencontre, A recompense for their hospitality was refused

peremptorily by old Jopson and his cherrycheeked daughter; a kiss paid the one, and a hearty shake of the

hand the other. Both seemed anxious for their guest's safety, and took leave of him with kind wishes,

In the course of their route, Edward, with his guide, traversed those fields which the night before had been the

scene of action. A brief gleam of December's sun shone sadly on the broad heath, which, towards the spot

where the great northwest road entered the enclosures of Lord Lonsdale's property, exhibited dead bodies of

men and horses, and the usual companions of wara number of carrioncrows, hawks, and ravens.

'And this, then, was thy last field,' said Waverley to himself, his eye filling at the recollection of the many

splendid points of Fergus's character, and of their former intimacy, all his passions and imperfections

forgotten.'Here fell the last Vich Ian Vohr, on a nameless heath; and in an obscure nightskirmish was

quenched that ardent spirit, who thought it little to cut a way for his master to the British throne! Ambition,

policy, bravery, all far beyond their sphere, here learned the fate of mortals, The sole support, too, of a sister,

whose spirit, as proud and unbending, was even more exalted than thine own; here ended all thy hopes for

Flora, and the long and valued line which it was thy boast to raise yet more highly by thy adventurous

As these ideas pressed on Waverley's mind, he resolved to go upon the open heath, and search if, among the

slain, he could discover the body of his friend, with the pious intention of procuring for him the last rites of

sepulture. The timorous young man who accompanied him remonstrated upon the danger of the attempt, but

Edward was determined. The followers of the camp had already stripped the dead of all they could carry

away; but the country people, unused to scenes of blood, had not yet approached the field of action, though

some stood fearfully gazing at a distance. About sixty or seventy dragoons lay slain within the first enclosure,

upon the high road, and on the open moor. Of the Highlanders, not above a dozen had fallen, chiefly those

who, venturing too far on the moor, could not regain the strong ground. He could not find the body of Fergus

among the slain. On a little knell, separated from the others, lay the carcasses of three English dragoons, two

horses, and the page Callum Beg, whose hard skull a trooper's broadsword had, at length, effectually cloven.

It was possible his clan had carried off the body of Fergus; but it was also possible he had escaped, especially

as Evan Dhu, who would never leave his Chief, was not found among the dead; or he might be prisoner, and

the less formidable denunciation inferred from the appearance of the Bodach Glas might have proved the true

one. The approach of a party, sent for the purpose of compelling the country people to bury the dead, and

who had already assembled several peasants for that purpose, now obliged Edward to rejoin his guide, who

After leaving this field of death, the rest of their journey was happily accomplished. At the house of Farmer

Williams, Edward passed for a young kinsman, educated for the church, who was come to reside there till the

civil tumults permitted him to pass through the country. This silenced suspicion among the kind and simple

yeomanry of Cumberland, and accounted sufficiently for the grave manners and retired habits of the new

guest, The precaution became more necessary than Waverley had anticipated, as a variety of incidents

A tremendous fall of snow rendered his departure impossible for more than ten days. When the roads began

to become a little practicable, they successively received news of the retreat of the Chevalier into Scotland;

then, that he had abandoned the frontiers, retiring upon Glasgow; and that the Duke of Cumberland had

formed the siege of Carlisle. His army, therefore, cut off all possibility of Waverley's escaping into Scotland

in that direction. On the eastern border, Marshal Wade, with a large force, was advancing upon Edinburgh;

and all along the frontier, parties of militia, volunteers, and partisans, were in arms to suppress insurrection,

and apprehend such stragglers from the Highland army as had been left in England, The surrender of Carlisle,

and the severity with which the rebel garrison were threatened, soon formed an additional reason against

venturing upon a solitary and hopeless journey through a hostile country and a large army, to carry the

In this lonely and secluded situation, without the advantage of company or conversation with men of

cultivated minds, the arguments of Colonel Talbot often recurred to the mind of our hero. A still more

anxious recollection haunted his slumbersit was the dying look and gesture of Colonel Gardiner. Most

devoutly did he hope, as the rarely occurring post brought news of skirmishes with various success, that it

might never again be his lot to draw his sword in civil conflict. Then his mind turned to the supposed death of

Fergus, to the desolate situation of Flora, and, with yet more tender recollection, to that of Rose Bradwardine,

who was destitute of the devoted enthusiasm of loyalty, which, to her friend, hallowed and exalted

misfortune. These reveries he was permitted to enjoy, undisturbed by queries or interruption;and it was in

many a winter walk by the shores of Ullswater, that he acquired a more complete mastery of a spirit tamed by

adversity than his former experience had given him; and that he felt himself entitled to say firmly, though

perhaps with a sigh, that the romance of his life was ended, and that its real history had now commenced. He

The family at Fasthwaite were soon attached to Edward. He had, indeed, that gentleness and urbanity which

almost universally attracts corresponding kindness; and to their simple ideas his learning gave him

consequence, and his sorrows interest. The last he ascribed, evasively, to the loss of a brother in the skirmish

near Clifton; and in that primitive state of society, where the ties of affection were highly deemed of, his

In the end of January, his more lively powers were called out by the happy union of Edward Williams, the

son of his host, with Cicely Jopson. Our hero would not cloud with sorrow the festivity attending the wedding

of two persons to whom he was so highly obliged. He therefore exerted himself, danced, sang, played at the

various games of the day, and was the blithest of the company. The next morning, however, he had more

The clergyman who had married the young couple was so much pleased with the supposed student of

divinity, that he came next day from Penrith on purpose to pay him a visit. This might have been a puzzling

chapter had he entered into any examination of our hero's supposed theological studies; but fortunately he

loved better to hear and communicate the news of the day. He brought with him two or three old newspapers,

in one of which Edward found a piece of intelligence that soon rendered him deaf to every word which the

Reverend Mr. Twigtythe was saying upon the news from the north, and the prospect of the Duke's speedily

overtaking and crushing the rebels. This was an article in these, or nearly these words:

'Died at his house, in Hill street, Berkeley Square, upon the 10th inst., Richard Waverley, Esq., second son of

Sir Giles Waverley of WaverleyHonour, He died of a lingering disorder, augmented by the unpleasant

predicament of suspicion in which he stood, having been obliged to find bail to a high amount, to meet an

impending accusation of hightreason. An accusation of the same grave crime hangs over his elder brother,

Sir Everard Waverley, the representative of that ancient family; and we understand the day of his trial will be

fixed early in the next month, unless Edward Waverley, son of the deceased Richard, and heir to the Baronet,

shall surrender himself to justice. In that case, we are assured it is his Majesty's gracious purpose to drop

further proceedings upon the charge against Sir Everard. This unfortunate young gentleman is ascertained to

have been in arms in the Pretender's service, and to have marched along with the Highland troops into

England. But he has not been heard of since the skirmish at Clifton, on the 18th December last.'

Such was this distracting paragraph.'Good God!' exclaimed Waverley, 'am I then a

parricide?Impossible! My father, who never showed the affection of a father while he lived, cannot have

been so much affected by my supposed death as to hasten his own. No, I will not believe it,it were

distraction to entertain for a moment such a horrible idea. But it were, if possible, worse than parricide to

suffer any danger to hang over my noble and generous uncle, who has ever been more to me than a father, if

While these reflections passed like the stings of scorpions through Waverley's sensorium, the worthy divine

was startled in a long disquisition on the battle of Falkirk by the ghastliness which they communicated to his

looks, and asked him if he was ill. Fortunately the bride, all smirk and blush, had just entered the room. Mrs.

Williams was none of the brightest of women, but she was goodnatured, and readily concluding that Edward

had been shocked by disagreeable news in the papers, interfered so judiciously, that, without exciting

suspicion, she drew off Mr. Twigtythe's attention, and engaged it until he soon after took his leave. Waverley

then explained to his friends, that he was under the necessity of going to London with as little delay as

One cause of delay, however, did occur, to which Waverley had been very little accustomed. His purse,

though well stocked when he first went to TullyVeolan, had not been reinforced since that period; and

although his life since had not been of a nature to exhaust it hastily (for he had lived chiefly with his friends

or with the army), yet he found, that, after settling with his kind landlord, he should be too poor to encounter

the expense of travelling post. The best course, therefore, seemed to be, to get into the great north road about

Boroughbridge, and there take a place in the Northern Diligence,a huge oldfashioned tub, drawn by three

horses, which completed the journey from Edinburgh to London (God willing, as the advertisement expressed

it) in three weeks. Our hero, therefore, took an affectionate farewell of his Cumberland friends, whose

kindness he promised never to forget, and tacitly hoped one day to acknowledge by substantial proofs of

gratitude. After some petty difficulties and vexatious delays, and after putting his dress into a shape better

befitting his rank, though perfectly plain and simple, he accomplished crossing the country, and found

himself in the desired vehicle, VISAVIS to Mrs. Nosebag, the lady of Lieutenant Nosebag, adjutant and

ridingmaster of the dragoons, a jolly woman of about fifty, wearing a blue habit, faced with scarlet, and

This lady was one of those active members of society who take upon them FAIRE LE FRAIS DE

CONVERSATION. She had just returned from the north, and informed Edward how nearly her regiment had

cut the petticoat people into ribands at Falkirk, 'only somehow there was one of those nasty, awkward

marshes, that they are never without in ScotIand, I think, and so our poor dear little regiment suffered

something, as my Nosebag says, in that unsatisfactory affair. You, sir, have served in the dragoons?'

'Oh, I knew it at once; I saw you were military from your air, and I was sure you could be none of the

footwobblers, as my Nosebag calls them. What regiment, pray?' Here was a delightful question. Waverley,

however, justly concluded that this good lady had the whole armylist by heart; and, to avoid detection by

adhering to truth, answered'Gardiner's dragoons, ma'am; but I have retired some time.'

'Oh aye, those as won the race at the battle of Preston, as my Nosebag says. Pray, sir, were you there?'

'And that was a misfortune that few of Gardiner's stood to witness, I believe, sirha! ha! ha!I beg your

'Devil confound you!' thought Waverley; 'what infernal luck has penned me up with this inquisitive bag!'

Fortunately the good lady did not stick long to one subject. 'We are coming to Ferrybridge, now,' she said,

'where there was a party of OURS left to support the beadles, and constables, and justices, and these sort of

creatures that are examining papers and stopping rebels, and all that.' They were hardly in the inn before she

dragged Waverley to the window, exclaiming, 'Yonder comes Corporal Bridoon, of our poor dear troop; he's

coming with the constable man: Bridoon's one of my lambs, as Nosebag calls 'em. Come, Mr.

'Butler, ma'am,' said Waverley, resolved rather to make free with the name of a former fellow officer, than

'Oh, you got a troop lately, when that shabby fellow, Waverley, went over to the rebels. Lord, I wish our old

cross Captain Crump would go over to the rebels, that Nosebag might get the troop!Lord, what can

Bridoon be standing swinging on the bridge for? I'll be hanged if he a'nt hazy, as Nosebag says.Come, sir,

as you and I belong to the service, we'll go put the rascal in mind of his duty.'

Waverley, with feelings more easily conceived than described, saw himself obliged to follow this doughty

female commander. The gallant trooper was as like a lamb as a drunk corporal of dragoons, about six feet

high, with very broad shoulders, and very thin legs, not to mention a great scar across his nose, could well be.

Mrs. Nosebag addressed him with something which, if not an oath, sounded very like one, and commanded

him to attend to his duty. 'You be dd for a,' commenced the gallant cavalier; but, looking up in order to

suit the action to the words, and also to enforce the epithet which he meditated, with an adjective applicable

to the party, he recognized the speaker, made his military salaam, and altered his tone.'Lord love your

handsome face, Madam Nosebag, is it you? Why, if a poor fellow does happen to fire a slug of a morning, I

'Well, you rascallion, go, mind your duty; this gentleman and I belong to the service; but be sure you look

after that shy cock in the slouched hat that sits in the corner of the coach. I believe he's one of the rebels in

'Dn her gooseberry wig!' said the corporal, when she was out of hearing. 'That gimleteyed jademother

adjutant, as we call heris a greater plague to the regiment than prevotmarshal, sergeantmajor, and old

HubbledeShuff the colonel into the bargain.Come, Master Constable, let's see if this shy cock, as she

calls him' (who, by the way, was a Quaker from Leeds, with whom Mrs. Nosebag had had some tart

argument on the legality of bearing arms), 'will stand godfather to a sup of brandy, for your Yorkshire ale is

The vivacity of this good lady, as it helped Edward out of this scrape, was like to have drawn him into one or

two others. In every town where they stopped, she wished to examine the CORPS DE GARDE, if there was

one, and once very narrowly missed introducing Waverley to a recruitingsergeant of his own regiment.

Then she Captain'd and Butler'd him till he was almost mad with vexation and anxiety; and never was he

more rejoiced in his life at the termination of a journey, than when the arrival of the coach in London freed

It was twilight when they arrived in town; and having shaken off his companions, and walked through a good

many streets to avoid the possibility of being traced by them, Edward took a hackney coach and drove to

Colonel Talbot's house, in one of the principal squares at the west end of the town. That gentleman, by the

death of relations, had succeeded since his marriage to a large fortune, possessed considerable political

When Waverley knocked at his door, he found it at first difficult to procure admittance, but at length was

shown into an apartment where the Colonel was at table. Lady Emily, whose very beautiful features were still

pallid from indisposition, sat opposite to him. The instant he heard Waverley's voice, he started up and

embraced him. 'Frank Stanley, my dear boy, how d'ye do?Emily, my love, this is young Stanley.'

The blood started to the lady's cheek as she gave Waverley a reception, in which courtesy was mingled with

kindness, while her trembling hand and faltering voice showed how much she was startled and discomposed.

Dinner was hastily replaced, and while Waverley was engaged in refreshing himself, the Colonel

proceeded'I wonder you have come here, Frank; the doctors tell me the air of London is very bad for your

complaints. You should not have risked it. But I am delighted to see you, and so is Emily, though I fear we

'I supposed so, but I sha'n't allow you to stay long.Spontoon' (to an elderly militarylooking servant out of

livery), 'take away these things, and answer the bell yourself, if I ring. Don't let any of the other fellows

When the servants had retired, 'In the name of God, Waverley, what has brought you here? It may be as much

'Dear Mr. Waverley,' said Lady Emily,' to whom I owe so much more than acknowledgements can ever pity,

'I wish to Heaven' these scoundrels were condemned to be squeezed to death in their own presses,' said

Talbot. 'I am told there are not less than a dozen of their papers now published in town, and no wonder that

they are obliged to invent lies to find sale for their journals. It is true, however, my dear Edward, that you

have lost your father; but as to this flourish of his unpleasant situation having grated upon his spirits, and hurt

his healththe truth isfor though it is harsh to say so now, yet it will relieve your mind from the idea of

weighty responsibilitythe truth then is, that Mr. Richard Waverley, through this whole business, showed

great want of sensibility, both to your situation and that of your uncle; and the last time I saw him, he told

me, with great glee, that, as I was so good as to take charge of your interests, he had thought it best to patch

up a separate negotiation for himself, and make his peace with Government through some channels which

'Is in no danger whatever. It is true' (looking at the date of the paper) 'there was a foolish report some time

ago to the purport here quoted, but it is entirely false. Sir Everard is gone down to WaverleyHonour, freed

from all uneasiness, unless upon your own account. But you are in peril yourselfyour name is in every

Edward told his story at length, suppressing his quarrel with Fergus; for being himself partial to Highlanders,

he did not wish to give any advantage to the Colonel's national prejudice against them.

'Then that little limb of the devil has cheated the gallows, for cutthroat was written in his face; though'

(turning to Lady Emily) 'it was a very handsome face too.But for you, Edward, I wish you would go down

again to Cumberland, or rather I wish you had never stirred from thence, for there is an embargo on all the

seaports, and a strict search for the adherents of the Pretender; and the tongue of that confounded woman will

wag in her head like the clack of a mill, till somehow or other she will detect Captain Butler to be a feigned

'Her husband was my sergeantmajor for six years; she was a buxom widow, with a little moneyhe

married herwas steady, and got on by being a good drill. I must send Spontoon to see what she is about; he

will find her out among the old regimental connexions. Tomorrow you must be indisposed, and keep your

room from fatigue. Lady Emily is to be your nurse, and Spontoon and I your attendants. You bear the name

of a near relation of mine, whom none of my present people ever saw, except Spontoon; so there will be no

immediate danger. So pray feel your head ache and your eyes grow heavy as soon as possible, that you may

be put upon the sick list; and, Emily, do you order an apartment for Frank Stanley, with all the attention

In the morning the Colonel visited his guest.'Now,' said he, 'I have some good news for you. Your

reputation as a gentleman and officer is effectually cleared of neglect of duty, and accession to the mutiny in

Gardiner's regiment. I have had a correspondence on this subject with a very zealous friend of yours, your

Scottish parson, Morton; his first letter was addressed to Sir Everard; but I relieved the good Baronet of the

trouble of answering it. You must know, that your freebooting acquaintance; Donald of the Cave, has at

length fallen into the hands of the Philistines. He was driving off the cattle of a certain proprietor, called

'The same. Now, the gentleman being, it seems, a great farmer, and having a special value for his breed of

cattlebeing, moreover, rather of a timid disposition, had got a party of soldiers to protect his property. So

Donald ran his head unawares into the lion's mouth, and was defeated and made prisoner. Being ordered for

execution, his conscience was assailed on the one hand by a Catholic priest,on the other by your friend

Morton. He repulsed the Catholic chiefly on account of the doctrine of extreme unction, which this

economical gentleman considered as an excessive waste of oil. So his conversion from a state of impenitence

fell to Mr. Morton's share, who, I dare say, acquitted himself excellently, though, I suppose, Donald made but

a queer kind of Christian after all. He confessed, however, before a magistrateone Major Melville, who

seems to have been a correct, friendly sort of personhis full intrigue with Houghton, explaining

particularly how it was carried on, and fully acquitting you of the least accession to it. He also mentioned his

rescuing you from the hands of the volunteer officer, and sending you, by orders of the Pret Chevalier, I

mean as a prisoner to Doune, from whence he understood you were carried prisoner to Edinburgh. These are

particulars which cannot but tell in your favour. He hinted that he had been employed to deliver and protect

you, and rewarded for doing so; but he would not confess by whom, alleging, that, though he would not have

minded breaking any ordinary oath to satisfy the curiosity of Mr. Morton, to whose pious admonitions he

owed so much, yet in the present case he had been sworn to silence upon the edge of his dirk, [See Note 33.]

'Oh, he was hanged at Stirling after the rebels raised the siege, with his lieutenant, and four plaids besides; he

'Well, I have little cause either to regret or rejoice at his death; and yet he has done me both good and harm to

His confession, at least, will serve you materially, since it wipes from your character all those suspicions

which gave the accusation against you a complexion of a nature different from that with which so many

unfortunate gentlemen, now or lately in arms against the Government, may be justly charged. Their

treasonI must give it its name, though you participate in its guiltis an action arising from mistaken

virtue, and therefore cannot be classed as a disgrace, though it be doubtless highly criminal. Where the guilty

are so numerous, clemency must be extended to far the greater number; and I have little doubt of procuring a

remission for you, provided we can keep you out of the claws of justice till she has selected and gorged upon

her victims; for in this, as in other cases, it will be according to the vulgar proverb, 'First come, first served.'

Besides, Government are desirous at present to intimidate the English Jacobites, among whom they can find

few examples for punishment. This is a vindictive and timid feeling which will soon wear off, for, of all

nations, the English are least bloodthirsty by nature. But it exists at present, and you must therefore be kept

Now entered Spontoon with an anxious countenance. By his regimental acquaintances he had traced out

Madam Nosebag, and found her full of ire, fuss, and fidget, at discovery of an impostor, who had travelled

from the north with her under the assumed name of Captain Butler of Gardiner's dragoons. She was going to

lodge an information on the subject, to have him sought for as an emissary of the Pretender; but Spontoon (an

old soldier), while he pretended to approve, contrived to make her delay her intention. No time, however, was

to be lost: the accuracy of this good dame's description might probably lead to the discovery that Waverley

was the pretended Captain Butler; an identification fraught with danger to Edward, perhaps to his uncle, and

even to Colonel Talbot. Which way to direct his course was now, therefore, the question.

'To Scotland!' said the Colonel; 'with what purpose?not to engage again with the rebels, I hope?'

'NoI considered my campaign ended, when, after all my efforts, I could not rejoin them; and now, by all

accounts, they are gone to make a winter campaign in the Highlands, where such adherents as I am would

rather be burdensome than useful. Indeed, it seems likely that they only prolong the war to place the

Chevalier's person out of danger, and then to make some terms for themselves. To burden them with my

presence would merely add another party, whom they would not give up, and could not defend. I understand

they left almost all their English adherents in garrison at Carlisle, for that very reason: and on a more general

view, Colonel, to confess the truth, though it may lower me in your opinion, I am heartily tired of the trade of

war, and am, as Fletcher's Humorous Lieutenant says, "even as weary of this fighting"'

'Fighting! pooh, what have you seen but a skirmish or two?Ah! if you saw war on the grand scalesixty or

'I am not at all curious, Colonel."Enough," says our homely proverb, "is as good as a feast." The plumed

troops and the big war used to enchant me in poetry; but the night marches, vigils, couched under the wintry

sky, and such accompaniments of the glorious trade, are not at all to my taste in practice:then for dry

blows, I had my fill of fighting at Clifton, where I escaped by a hair'sbreadth half a dozen times; and you, I

'Had enough of it at Preston? you mean to say,' answered the Colonel, laughing; 'but, "'tis my vocation, Hal."'

'It is not mine, though,' said Waverley; 'and having honourably got rid of the sword, which I drew only as a

volunteer, I am quite satisfied with my military experience, and shall be in no hurry to take it up again.'

'In the first place, there are some seaports on the eastern coast of Scotland still in the hands of the Chevalier's

'Why, to speak the very truth, there is a person in Scotland upon whom I now find my happiness, depends

'Then Emily was right, and there is a love affair in the case after all?And which of these two pretty

Scotchwomen, whom you insisted upon my admiring, is the distinguished fair?not Miss GlenI hope.'

'Ah, pass for the other: simplicity may be improved, but pride and conceit never. Well, I don't discourage

you; I think it will please Sir Everard, from what he said when I jested with him about it; only I hope that

intolerable papa, with his brogue, and his snuff, and his Latin, and his insufferable long stories about the

Duke of Berwick, will find it necessary hereafter to be an inhabitant of foreign parts. But as to the daughter,

though I think you might find as fitting a match in England, yet if your heart be really set upon this Scotch

rosebud, why, the Baronet has a great opinion of her father and of his family, and he wishes much to see you

married and settled, both for your own sake and for that of the three ermines passant, which may otherwise

pass away altogether. But I will bring you his mind fully upon the subject, since you are debarred

correspondence for the present, for I think you will not be long in Scotland before me.

Indeed! and what can induce you to think of returning to Scotland? No relenting longings towards the land of

'None, on my word; but Emily's health is now, thank God, re established, and, to tell you the truth, I have

little hopes of concluding the business which I have at present most at heart, until I can have a personal

interview with his Royal Highness the CommanderinChief; for, as Fluellen says, "The duke doth love me

well, and I thank Heaven I have deserved some love at his hands." I am now going out for an hour or two to

arrange matters for your departure; your liberty extends to the next room, Lady Emily's parlour, where you

will find her when you are disposed for music, reading, or conversation. We have taken measures to exclude

In about two hours Colonel Talbot returned, and found his young friend conversing with his lady; she pleased

with his manners and information, and he delighted at being restored, though but for a moment, to the society

'And now,' said the Colonel, 'hear my arrangements, for there is little time to lose. This youngster, Edward

Waverley, ALIAS Williams, ALIAS Captain Butler, must continue to pass by his fourth ALIAS of Francis

Stanley, my nephew: he shall set out tomorrow for the North, and the chariot shall take him the first two

stages.' Spontoon shall then attend him; and they shall ride post as far as Huntingdon; and the presence of

Spontoon, well known on the road as my servant, will check all disposition to inquiry. At Huntingdon you

will meet the real Frank Stanley. He is studying at Cambridge; but, a little while ago, doubtful if Emily's

health would permit me to go down to the North myself, I procured him a passport from the Secretary of

State's office to go in my stead. As he went chiefly to look after you, his journey is now unnecessary. He

knows your story; you will dine together at Huntingdon; and perhaps your wise heads may hit upon some

plan for removing or diminishing the danger of your further progress northward. And now' (taking out a

'Nay,' said Colonel Talbot, 'you should command my purse in any event; but this money is your own. Your

father, considering the chance of your being attainted, left me his trustee for your advantage. So that you are

worth above L15,000, besides Brerewood Lodgea very independent person, I promise you. There are bills

here for L200; any larger sum you may have, or credit abroad, as soon as your motions require it.'

The first use which occurred to Waverley of his newlyacquired wealth, was to write to honest Farmer

Jopson, requesting his acceptance of a silver tankard on the part of his friend Williams, who had not forgotten

the night of the eighteenth December last. He begged him at the same time carefully to preserve for him his

Highland garb and accoutrements, particularly the armscurious in themselves, and to which the friendship

of the donors gave additional value. Lady Emily undertook to find some suitable token of remembrance,

likely to flatter the vanity and please the taste of Mrs. Williams; and the Colonel, who was a kind of farmer,

promised to send the Ullswater patriarch an excellent team of horses for cart and plough.

One happy day Waverley spent in London; and, travelling in the manner projected, he met with Frank Stanley

'I can read my uncle's riddle,' said Stanley. 'The cautious old soldier did not care to hint to me that I might

hand over to you this passport, which I have no occasion for; but if it should afterwards come out as the

rattlepated trick of a young Cantab, CELA NE TIRE A RIEN. You are therefore to be Francis Stanley, with

this passport.' This proposal appeared in effect to alleviate a great part of the difficulties which Edward must

otherwise have encountered at every turn; and accordingly he scrupled not to avail himself of it, the more

especially as he had discarded all political purposes from his present journey, and could not be accused of

furthering machinations against the Government while travelling under protection of the Secretary's passport.

The day passed merrily away. The young student was inquisitive about Waverley's campaigns, and the

manners of the Highlands; and Edward was obliged to satisfy his curiosity by whistling a pibroch, dancing a

strathspey, and singing a Highland song. The next morning Stanley rode a stage northward with his new

friend, and parted from him with great reluctance, upon the remonstrances of Spontoon, who, accustomed to

Waverly riding post, as was the usual fashion of the period, without any adventure save one or two queries,

which the talisman of his passport sufficiently answered, reached the borders of Scotland. Here he heard the

tidings of the decisive battle of Culloden. It was no more than he had long expected, though the success at

Falkirk had thrown a faint and setting gleam over the arms of the Chevalier. Yet it came upon him like a

shock, by which he was for a time altogether unmanned. The generous, the courteous, the nobleminded

Adventurer, was then a fugitive, with a price upon his head; his adherents, so brave, so enthusiastic, so

faithful, were dead, imprisoned, or exiled. Where, now, was the exalted and highsouled Fergus, if, indeed,

he had survived the night at Clifton?where the purehearted and primitive Baron of Bradwardine, whose

foibles seemed foils to set off the disinterestedness of his disposition, the genuine goodness of his heart, and

his unshaken courage? Those who clung for support to these fallen columns, Rose and Flora,where were

they to be sought, and in what distress must not the loss of their natural protectors have involved them? Of

Flora he thought with the regard of a brother for a sisterof Rose, with a sensation yet more deep and

tender. It might be still his fate to supply the want of those guardians they had lost. Agitated by these

When he arrived in Edinburgh, where his inquiries must necessarily commence, he felt the full difficulty of

his situation. Many inhabitants of that city had seen and known him as Edward Waverley; how, then, could

he avail himself of a passport as Francis Stanley? He resolved, therefore, to avoid all company, and to move

northward as soon as possible. He was, however, obliged to wait a day or two in expectation of a letter from

Colonel Talbot, and he was also to leave his own address, under his feigned character, at a place agreed upon.

With this latter purpose he sallied out in the dusk through the wellknown streets, carefully shunning

observation,but in vain: one of the first persons whom he met at once recognized him, It was Mrs.

'Gude guide us, Mr. Waverley, is this you?na, ye needna be feared for meI wad betray nae gentleman in

your circumstances. Eh, lackaday! lackaday! here's a change o' markets! how merry Colonel MacIvor

and you used to be in our house!' And the goodnatured widow shed a few natural tears. As there was no

resisting her claim of acquaintance, Waverley acknowledged it with a good grace, as well as the danger of his

own situation. 'As it's near the darkening, sir, wad ye just step in by to our house, and tak a dish o' tea? and I

am sure, if ye like to sleep in the little room, I wad tak care ye are no disturbed, and naebody wad ken ye; for

Kate and Matty, the limmers, gaed aff wi' twa o' Hawley's dragoons, and I hae twa new queans instead o'

Waverley accepted her invitation, and engaged her lodging for a night or two, satisfied he should be safer in

the house of this simple creature than anywhere else. When he entered the parlour, his heart swelled to see

'Aye,' said Mrs. Flockhart, sighing, as she observed the direction of his eyes, 'the puir Colonel bought a new

ane just the day before they marched, and I winna let them tak that ane doun, but just to brush it ilka day

mysell; and whiles I look at it till I just think I hear him cry to Callum to bring him his bonnet, as he used to

do when he was ganging out.It's unco sillythe neighbours ca' me a Jacobitebut they may say their

sayI am sure it's no for thatbut he was as kindhearted a gentleman as ever lived, and as weelfa'rd too.

'Eh, Lord's sake! d'ye no ken? The poor Hieland body, Dugald Mahoney, cam here a while syne, wi' ane o' his

arms cuttit off, and a sair clour in the headye'll mind Dugald? he carried aye an axe on his shoutherand

he cam here just begging, as I may say, for something to eat. Aweel, he tauld us the Chief, as they ca'd him

(but I aye ca' him the Colonel), and Ensign Maccombich, that ye mind weel, were ta'en somewhere beside the

English border, when it was sae dark that his folk never missed him till it was ower late, and they were like to

gang clean daft. And he said that little Callum Beg (he was a bauld mischievous callant that), and your

honour, were killed that same night in the tuilzie, and mony mae braw men. But he grat when he spak o' the

Colonel, ye never saw tie like. And now the word gangs, the Colonel is to be tried, and to suffer wi' them that

'Aye, that they ca'd the Lady Floraweel, she's away up to Carlisle to him, and lives wi' some grand Papist

'Ou aye, the laird's daughter,' said his landlady. 'She was a very bonny lassie, poor thing, but far shyer than

'Ou, wha kens where ony o' them is now? Puir things, they're sair ta'en doun for their white cockades and

their white roses; but she gaed north to her father's in Perthshire, when the Government troops cam back to

Edinbro'. There was some pretty men amang them, and ane Major Whacker was quartered on me, a very

ceevil gentleman,but oh, Mr. Waverley, he was naething sae weelfa'rd as the puir Colonel.'

'The auld laird?na, naebody kens that; but they say he fought very hard in that bluidy battle at Inverness;

and Deacon Clark, the whiteiron smith, says, that the Government folk are sair agane him for having been

OUT twice; and troth he might hae ta'en warning,but there's nae fule like an auld fulethe puir Colonel

Such conversation contained almost all the goodnatured widow knew of the fate of her late lodgers and

acquaintances; but it was enough to determine Edward at all hazards to proceed instantly to TullyVeolan,

where he concluded he should see, or at least hear, something of Rose. He therefore left a letter for Colonel

Talbot at the place agreed upon, signed by his assumed name, and giving for his address the posttown next

From Edinburgh to Perth he took posthorses, resolving to make the rest of his journey on foota mode of

travelling to which he was partial, and which had the advantage of permitting a deviation from the road when

he saw parties of military at a distance. His campaign had considerably strengthened his constitution, and

improved his habits of enduring fatigue. His baggage he sent before him as opportunity occurred.

As he advanced northward, the traces of war became visible. Broken carriages, dead horses, unroofed

cottages, trees felled for palisades, and bridges destroyed, or only partially repaired,all indicated the

movements of hostile armies. In those places where the gentry were attached to the Stuart cause, their houses

seemed dismantled or deserted, the usual course of what may be called ornamental labour was totally

interrupted, and the inhabitants were seen gliding about, with fear, sorrow, and dejection on their faces.

It was evening when he approached the village of TullyVeolan, with feelings and sentimentshow

different from those which attended his first entrance! Then, life was so new to him, that a dull or

disagreeable day was one of the greatest misfortunes which his imagination anticipated, and it seemed to him

that his time ought only to be consecrated to elegant or amusing study, and relieved by social or youthful

frolic. Now, how changed! how saddened, yet how elevated was his character, within the course of a very

few months! Danger and misfortune are rapid, though severe teachers. 'A sadder and a wiser man,' he felt, in

internal confidence and mental dignity, a compensation for the gay dreams which, in his case, experience had

As he approached the village, he saw, with surprise and anxiety, that a party of soldiers were quartered near

it, and, what was worse, that they seemed stationary there. This he conjectured from a few tents which he

beheld glimmering upon what was called the Common Moor. To avoid the risk of being stopped and

questioned in a place where he was so likely to be recognized, he made a large circuit, altogether avoiding the

hamlet, and approaching the upper gate of the avenue by a bypath well known to him. A single glance

announced that great changes had taken place. One half of the gate, entirely destroyed and split up for

firewood, lay in piles, ready to be taken away; the other swung uselessly about upon its loosened hinges. The

battlements above the gate were broken and thrown down, and the carved Bears, which were said to have

done sentinel's duty upon the top for centuries, now, hurled from their posts, lay among the rubbish. The

avenue was cruelly wasted. Several large trees were felled and left lying across the path; and the cattle of the

villagers, and the more rude hoofs of dragoon horses, had poached into black mud the verdant turf which

Upon entering the courtyard, Edward saw the fears realized which these circumstances had excited. The place

had been sacked by the King's troops, who, in wanton mischief, had even attempted to burn it; and though the

thickness of the walls had resisted the fire, unless to a partial extent, the stables and outhouses were totally

consumed. The towers and pinnacles of the main building were scorched and blackened; the pavement of the

court broken and shattered; the doors torn down entirely, or hanging by a single hinge; the windows dashed in

and demolished; and the court strewed with articles of furniture broken into fragments. The accessories of

ancient distinction, to which the Baron, in the pride of his heart, had attached so much importance and

veneration, were treated with peculiar contumely. The fountain was demolished, and the spring which had

supplied it now flooded the courtyard. The stone basin seemed to be destined for a drinkingtrough for cattle,

from the manner in which it was arranged upon the ground. The whole tribe of Bears, large and small, had

experienced as little favour as those at the head of the avenue; and one or two of the family pictures, which

seemed to have served as targets for the soldiers, lay on the ground in tatters. With an aching heart, as may

well be imagined, Edward viewed this wreck of a mansion so respected. But his anxiety to learn the fate of

the proprietors, and his fears as to what that fate might be, increased with every step. When he entered upon

the terrace, new scenes of desolation were visible. The balustrade was broken down, the walls destroyed, the

borders overgrown with weeds, and the fruittrees cut down or grubbed up. In one compartment of this

oldfashioned garden were two immense horsechestnut trees, of whose size the Baron was particularly vain:

too lazy, perhaps, to cut them down, the spoilers, with malevolent ingenuity, had mined them, and placed a

quantity of gunpowder in the cavity. One had been shivered to pieces by the explosion, and the fragments lay

scattered around, encumbering the ground it had so long shadowed. The other mine had been more partial in

its effect. About onefourth of the trunk of the tree was torn from the mass, which, mutilated and defaced on

the one side, still spread on the other its ample and undiminished boughs. [A pair of chestnut trees, destroyed,

the one entirely, and the other in part, by such a mischievous and wanton act of revenge, grew at Invergarry

Amid these general marks of ravage, there were some which more particularly addressed the feelings of

Waverley. Viewing the front of the building, thus wasted and defaced, his eyes naturally sought the little

balcony which more properly belonged to Rose's apartmenther TROISIEME, or rather CINQUIEME

ETAGE. It was easily discovered, for beneath it lay the stageflowers and shrubs with which it was her pride

to decorate it, and which had been hurled from the bartizan: several of her books were mingled with broken

flowerpots and other remnants. Among these, Waverley distinguished one of his own, a small copy of

While, plunged in the sad reflections which the scene excited, he was looking around for some one who

might explain the fate of the inhabitants, he heard a voice from the interior of the building singing, in

'Alas!' thought Edward, 'is it thou? Poor helpless being, art thou alone left, to gibber and moan, and fill with

thy wild and unconnected scraps of minstrelsy the halls that protected thee?' He then called, first low, and

The poor simpleton showed himself from among the ruins of a sort of greenhouse, that once terminated what

was called the Terrace walk, but at first sight of a stranger retreated, as if in terror. Waverley, remembering

his habits, began to whistle a tune to which he was partial, which Davie had expressed great pleasure in

listening to, and had picked up from him by the ear. Our hero's minstrelsy no more equalled that of Blondel,

than poor Davie resembled Coeur de Lion; but the melody had the same effect of producing recognition.

Davie again stole from his lurking place, but timidly, while Waverley, afraid of frightening him, stood

making the most encouraging signals he could devise.'It's his ghaist,' muttered Davie; yet, coming nearer,

he seemed to acknowledge his living acquaintance. The poor fool himself appeared the ghost of what he had

been. The peculiar dress in which he had been attired in better days, showed only miserable rags of its

whimsical finery, the lack of which was oddly supplied by the remnants of tapestried hangings,

windowcurtains, and shreds of pictures, with which he had bedizened his tatters. His face, too, had lost its

vacant and careless air, and the poor creature looked holloweyed, meagre, halfstarved, and nervous to a

pitiable degree.After long hesitation, he at length approached Waverley with some confidence, stared him

'Who are dead?' said Waverley, forgetting the incapacity of Davie to hold any connected discourse.

'Baronand Bailie and Saunders Saunderson and Lady Rose, that sang sae sweetA' dead and ganedead

With these' words, chanted in a wild and earnest tone, he made a sign to Waverley to follow him, and walked

rapidly towards the bottom of the garden, tracing the bank of the stream, which, it may be remembered, was

its eastern boundary. Edward, over whom an involuntary shuddering stole at the import of his words,

followed him in some hope of an explanation. As the house was evidently deserted, he could not expect to

Davie, walking very fast, soon reached the extremity of the garden, and scrambled over the ruins of the wall

that once had divided it from the wooded glen in which the old Tower of Tully Veolan was situated. He

then jumped down into the bed of the stream, and, followed by Waverley, proceeded at a great pace, climbing

over some fragments of rock, and turning with difficulty round others. They passed beneath the ruins of the

castle; Waverley followed, keeping up with his guide with difficulty, for the twilight began to fall. Following

the descent of the stream a little lower, he totally lost him, but a twinkling light, which he now discovered

among the tangled copsewood and bushes, seemed a surer guide. He soon pursued a very uncouth path; and

by its guidance at length reached the door of a wretched hut. A fierce barking of dogs was at first heard, but it

stilled at his approach. A voice sounded from within, and he held it most prudent to listen before he

'Wha hast thou brought here, thou unsonsy villain, thou?' said an old woman, apparently in great indignation.

He heard Davie Gellatley, in answer, whistle a part of the tune by which he had recalled himself to the

simpleton's memory, and had now no hesitation to knock at the door. There was a dead silence instantly

within, except the deep growling of the dogs; and he next heard the mistress of the hut approach the door, not

probably for the sake of undoing a latch, but of fastening a bolt. To prevent this, Waverley lifted the latch

In front was an old wretchedlooking woman, exclaiming, 'Wha comes into folk's houses in this gate, at this

time o' the night?' On one side, two grim and halfstarved deer greyhounds laid aside their ferocity at his

appearance, and seemed to recognize him. On the other side, half concealed by the open door, yet apparently

seeking that concealment reluctantly, with a cocked pistol in his right hand, and his left in the act of drawing

another from his belt, stood a tall bony gaunt figure in the remnants of a faded uniform, and a beard of three

It was the Baron of Bradwardine. It is unnecessary to add, that he threw aside his weapon, and greeted

The Baron's story was short, when divested of the adages and commonplaces, Latin, English, and Scotch,

with which his erudition garnished it. He insisted much upon his grief at the loss of Edward and of

Glennaquoich, fought the fields of Falkirk and Culloden, and related how, after all was lost in the last battle,

he had returned home, under the idea of more easily finding shelter among his own tenants, and on his own

estate, than elsewhere. A party of soldiers had been sent to lay waste his property, for clemency was not the

order of the day. Their proceedings, however, were checked by an order from the civil court. The estate, it

was found, might not be forfeited to the crown, to the prejudice of Malcolm Bradwardine of InchGrabbit,

the heirmale, whose claim could not be prejudiced by the Baron's attainder, as deriving no right through

him, and who, therefore, like other heirs of entail in the same situation, entered upon possession. But, unlike

many in similar circumstances, the new laird speedily showed that he intended utterly to exclude his

predecessor from all benefit or advantage in the estate, and that it was his purpose to avail himself of the old

Baron's evil fortune to the full extent. This was the more ungenerous, as it was generally known, that, from a

romantic idea of not prejudicing this young man's right as heirmale, the Baron had refrained from settling

This selfish injustice was resented by the country people, who were partial to their old master, and irritated

against his successor. In the Baron's own words, 'The matter did not coincide with the feelings of the

commons of Bradwardine, Mr. Waverley; and the tenants were slack and repugnant in payment of their mails

and duties; and when my kinsman came to the village wi' the new factor, Mr. James Howie, to lift the rents,

some wanchancy personI suspect John Heatherblutter, the auld gamekeeper, that was out wi' me in the

year fifteenfired a shot at him in the gloaming, whereby he was so affrighted, that I may say with Tullius

in Catilinam, ABIIT, EVASIT, ERUPIT, EFFUGIT. He fled, sir, as one may say, incontinent to Stirling. And

now he hath advertised the estate for sale, being himself the last substitute in the entail. And if I were to

lament about sic matters, this would grieve me mair than its passing from my immediate possession, whilk,

by the course of nature, must have happened in a few years. Whereas now it passes from the lineage that

should have possessed it in SAECULA SAECULORUM. But God's will be done, HUMANA PERPESSI

SUMUS. Sir John of Bradwardine Black Sir John, as he is calledwho was the common ancestor of our

house and the InchGrabbits, little thought such a person would have sprung from his loins. Meantime, he

has accused me to some of the primates, the rulers for the time, as if I were a cutthroat, and an abettor of

bravoes and assassinates, and coupejarrets. And they have sent soldiers here to abide on the estate, and hunt

me like a partridge upon the mountains, as Scripture says of good King David, or like our valiant Sir William

Wallace,not that I bring myself into comparison with either.I thought, when I heard you at the door,

they had driven the auld deer to his den at last; and so I e'en proposed to die at bay, like a buck of the first

'Ou aye, sir, I'll brander the moorfowl that John Heatherblutter brought in this morning; and ye see puir

Davie's roasting the black hen's eggs.I daur say, Mr. Wauverley, ye never kend that a' the eggs that were

sae weel roasted at supper in the Ha'house were aye turned by our Davie?there's no the like o' him ony

gate for powtering wi' his fingers amang the het peatashes, and roasting eggs. Davie all this while lay with

his nose almost in the fire, nuzzling among the ashes, kicking his heels, mumbling to himself, turning the

eggs as they lay in the hot embers, as if to confute the proverb, that 'there goes reason to roasting of eggs,' and

Davie's no sae silly as folk tak him for, Mr. Wauverley; he wadna hae brought you here unless he had kend

ye was a friend to his Honourindeed the very dogs kend ye, Mr. Wauverley, for ye was aye kind to beast

and body.I can tell you a story o' Davie, wi' his Honour's leave: His Honour, ye see, being under hiding in

thae sair timesthe mair's the pityhe lies a' day, and whiles a' night, in the cove in the dern hag; but

though it 's a bieldy eneugh bit, and the auld gudeman o' CorseCleugh has panged it wi' a kemple o' strae

amaist, yet when the country's quiet, and the night very cauld, his Honour whiles creeps doun here to get a

warm at the ingle, and a sleep amang the blankets, and gangs awa in the morning. And so, ae morning, siccan

a fright as I got! Twa unlucky redcoats were up for blackfishing, or some siccan ployfor the neb o'

them's never out o' mischiefand they just got a glisk o' his Honour as he gaed into the wood, and banged

aff a gun at him, I out like a jerfalcon, and cried,"Wad they shoot an honest woman's poor innocent

bairn?" And I fleyt at them, and threepit it was my son; and they damned and swuir at me that it was the auld

rebel, as the villains ca'd his Honour; and Davie was in the wood, and heard the tuilzie, and he, just out o' his

ain head, got up the auld grey mantle that his Honour had flung off him to gang the faster, and he cam out o'

the very same bit o' the wood, majoring and looking about sae like his Honour, that they were clean beguiled,

and thought they had letten aff their gun at crackbrained Sawney, as they ca'd him; and they gae me

saxpence, and twa saumon fish, to say naething about it.Na, na; Davie's no just like other folk, puir fallow;

but he's no sae silly as folk tak him for.But, to be sure, how can we do eneugh for his Honour, when we

and ours have lived on his ground this twa hundred years; and when he keepit my puir Jamie at school and

college, and even at the Ha'house, till he gaed to a better place; and when he saved me frae being ta'en to

Perth as a witch lord forgi'e them that would touch sic a puir silly auld body! and has maintained puir

Waverley at length found an opportunity to interrupt Janet's narrative, by an inquiry after Miss Bradwardine.

'She's weel and safe, thank God! at the Duchran,' answered the Baron. 'The laird's distantly related to us, and

more nearly to my chaplain, Mr. Rubrick; and, though he be of Whig principles, yet he's not forgetful of auld

friendship at this time. The Bailie's doing what he can to save something out of the wreck for puir Rose; but I

doubt, I doubt, I shall never see her again, for I maun lay my banes in some far country.'

'Hout na, your Honour,' said old Janet; 'ye were just as ill aff in the feifteen, and got the bonnie baronie back,

an' a'.And now the eggs is ready, and the muircock's brandered, and there's ilk ane a trencher and some

saut, and the heel o' the white loaf that cam frae the Bailie's; and there's plenty o' brandy in the greybeard that

'I wish one Prince, at least, of our acquaintance, may be no worse off,' said the Baron to Waverley, who

They then began to talk of their future prospects. The Baron's plan was very simple. It was, to escape to

France, where, by the interest of his old friends, he hoped to get some military employment, of which he still

conceived himself capable. He invited Waverley to go with him, a proposal in which he acquiesced,

providing the interest of Colonel Talbot should fail in procuring his pardon. Tacitly he hoped the Baron

would sanction his addresses to Rose, and give him a right to assist him in his exile; but he forbore to speak

on this subject until his own fate should be decided. They then talked of Glennaquoich, for whom the Baron

expressed great anxiety, although, he observed, he was 'the very Achilles of Horatius Flaccus,

Which,' he continued, 'has been thus rendered (vernacularly) by Struan Robertson:

It was now wearing late. Old Janet got into some kind of kennel behind the hallan. Davie had been long

asleep and snoring between Ban and Buscar. These dogs had followed him to the hut after the

mansionhouse was deserted, and there constantly resided; and their ferocity, with the old woman's

reputation of being a witch, contributed a good deal to keep visitors from the glen. With this view, Bailie

Macwheeble provided Janet underhand with meal for their maintenance, and also with little articles of luxury

for their patron's use, in supplying which much precaution was necessarily used. After some compliments, the

Baron occupied his usual couch, and Waverley reclined in an easychair of tattered velvet, which had once

garnished the state bedroom of TullyVeolan (for the furniture of this mansion was now scattered through

all the cottages in the vicinity), and went to sleep as comfortably as if he had been in a bed of down.

With the first dawn of the day, old Janet was scuttling about the house to wake the Baron, who usually slept

'I must go back,' he said to Waverley, to my cove: will you walk down the glen wi' me?'

They went out together, and followed a narrow and entangled footpath, which the occasional passage of

anglers, or wood cutters, had traced by the side of the stream. On their way, the Baron explained to

Waverley, that he would be under no danger in remaining a day or two at TullyVeolan, and even in being

seen walking about, if he used the precaution of pretending that he was looking at the estate as agent or

surveyor for an English gentleman, who designed to be purchaser. With this view, he recommended to him to

visit the Bailie, who still lived at the factor's house, called Little Veolan, about a mile from the village,

though he was to remove at next term. Stanley's passport would be an answer to the officer who commanded

the military; and as to any of the country people who might recognize Waverley the Baron assured him that

'I believe,' said the old man, 'half the people of the barony know that their poor auld laird is somewhere

hereabout; for I see they do not suffer a single bairn to come here a birdnestinga practice whilk, when I

was in full possession of my power as baron, I was unable totally to inhibit. Nay, I often find bits of things in

my way, that the poor bodies, God help them! leave there, because they think they may be useful to me. I

A natural sigh closed the sentence; but the quiet equanimity with which the Baron endured his misfortunes,

had something in it venerable, and even sublime. There was no fruitless repining, no turbid melancholy; he

bore his lot, and the hardships which it involved, with a goodhumoured, though serious composure, and

'I did what I thought my duty,' said the good old man, 'and questionless they are doing what they think theirs.

It grieves me sometimes to look upon these blackened walls of the house of my ancestors; but doubtless

officers cannot always keep the soldier's hand from depredation and spuilzie; and Gustavus Adolphus

himself, as ye may read in Colonel Munro his Expedition with the worthy Scotch regiment called Mackay's

regiment, did often permit it.Indeed I have myself seen as sad sights as TullyVeolan now is, when I

served with the Mareschal Duke of Berwick. To be sure, we may say with Virgilius Maro, FUIMUS

TROESand there's the end of an auld sang. But houses and families and men have a' stood lang eneugh

when they have stood till they fall with honour; and now I hae gotten a house that is not unlike a DOMUS

ULTIMA'they were now standing below a steep rock. 'We poor Jacobites,' continued the Baron, looking

up, 'are now like the conies in Holy Scripture (which the great traveller Pococke calleth Jerboa), a feeble

people, that make our abode in the rocks. So, fare you well, my good lad, till we meet at Janet's in the even;

for I must get into my Patmos, which is no easy matter for my auld still limbs.'

With that he began to ascend the rock, striding, with the help of his hands, from one precarious footstep to

another, till he got about halfway up, where two or three bushes concealed the mouth of a hole, resembling

an oven, into which the Baron insinuated, first his head and shoulders, and then, by slow gradation, the rest of

his long body; his legs and feet finally disappearing, coiled up like a huge snake entering his retreat, or a long

pedigree introduced with care and difficulty into the narrow pigeonhole of an old cabinet. Waverley had the

curiosity to clamber up and look in upon him in his den, as the lurkingplace might well be termed. Upon the

whole, he looked not unlike that ingenious puzzle, called a reel in a bottle, the marvel of children (and of

some grown people too, myself for one), who can neither comprehend the mystery how it was got in, or how

it is to be taken out. The cave was very narrow, too low in the roof to admit of his standing, or almost of his

sitting up, though he made some awkward attempts at the latter posture. His sole amusement was the perusal

of his old friend Titus Livius, varied by occasionally scratching Latin proverbs and texts of Scripture with his

knife on the roof and walls of his fortalice, which were of sandstone. As the cave was dry, and filled with

clean straw and withered fern, 'it made,' as he said, coiling himself up with an air of snugness and comfort

which contrasted strangely with his situation, 'unless when the wind was due north, a very passable GITE for

an old soldier.' Neither, as he observed, was he without sentries for the purpose of reconnoitring. Davie and

his mother were constantly on the watch, to discover and avert danger; and it was singular what instances of

address seemed dictated by the instinctive attachment of the poor simpleton, when his patron's safety was

With Janet, Edward now sought an interview. He had recognized her at first sight as the old woman who had

nursed him during his sickness after his delivery from Gifted Gilfillan. The hut, also, though a little repaired,

and somewhat better furnished, was certainly the place of his confinement; and he now recollected on the

common moor of TullyVeolan the trunk of a large decayed tree, called the TRYSTINGTREE, which he

had no doubt was the same at which the Highlanders rendezvoused on that memorable night. All this he had

combined in his imagination the night before; but reasons, which may probably occur to the reader, prevented

He now commenced the task in good earnest; and the first question was, Who was the young lady that visited

the hut during his illness? Janet paused for a little; and then observed, that to keep the secret now, would

neither do good nor ill to anybody. 'It was just a leddy that hasna her equal in the worldMiss Rose

'Then Miss Rose was probably also the author of my deliverance,' inferred Waverley, delighted at the

confirmation of an idea which local circumstances had already induced him to entertain.

'I wot weel, Mr. Wauverley, and that was she e'en; but sair, sair angry and affronted wad she hae been, puir

thing, if she had thought ye had been ever to ken a word about the matter; for she gar'd me speak aye Gaelic

when ye was in hearing, to mak ye trow we were in the Hielands. I can speak it well eneugh, for my mother

A few more questions now brought out the whole mystery respecting Waverley's deliverance from the

bondage in which he left Cairnvreckan. Never did music sound sweeter to an amateur, than the drowsy

tautology, with which old Janet detailed every circumstance, thrilled upon the ears of Waverley. But my

reader is not a lover, and I must spare his patience, by attempting to condense within reasonable compass the

When Waverley communicated to Fergus the letter he had received from Rose Bradwardine, by Davie

Gellatley, giving an account of TullyVeolan being occupied by a small party of soldiers, that circumstance

had struck upon the busy and active mind of the Chieftain. Eager to distress and narrow the posts of the

enemy, desirous to prevent their establishing a garrison so near him, and willing also to oblige the

Baron,for he often had the idea of marriage with Rose floating through his brain,he resolved to send

some of his people to drive out the redcoats, and to bring Rose to Glennaquoich. But just as he had ordered

Evan with a small party on this duty, the news of Cope's having marched into the Highlands to meet and

disperse the forces of the Chevalier, ere they came to a head, obliged him to join the standard with his whole

He sent to order Donald Bean to attend him; but that cautious freebooter, who well understood the value of a

separate command, instead of joining, sent various apologies which the pressure of the times compelled

Fergus to admit as current, though not without the internal resolution of being revenged on him for his

procrastination, time and place convenient. However, as he could not amend the matter, he issued orders to

Donald to descend into the Low Country, drive the soldiers from TullyVeolan, and, paying all respect to the

mansion of the Baron, to take his abode somewhere near it, for protection of his daughter and family, and to

harass and drive away any of the armed volunteers, or small parties of military, which he might find moving

As this charge formed a sort of roving commission, which Donald proposed to interpret in the way most

advantageous to himself, as he was relieved from the immediate terrors of Fergus, and as he had, from former

secret services, some interest in the councils of the Chevalier, he resolved to make hay while the sun shone.

He achieved, without difficulty, the task of driving the soldiers from TullyVeolan; but although he did not

venture to encroach upon the interior of the family, or to disturb Miss Rose, being unwilling to make himself

yet he set about to raise contributions and exactions upon the tenantry, and otherwise to turn the war to his

own advantage. Meanwhile he mounted the white cockade, and waited upon Rose with a pretext of great

devotion for the service in which her father was engaged, and many apologies for the freedom he must

necessarily use for the support of his people. It was at this moment that Rose learned, by openmouthed

fame, with all sorts of exaggeration, that Waverley had killed the smith of Cairnvreckan, in an attempt to

arrest him; had been cast into a dungeon by Major Melville of Cairnvreckan, and was to be executed by

martial law within three days. In the agony which these tidings excited, she proposed to Donald Bean the

rescue of the prisoner. It was the very sort of service which he was desirous to undertake, judging it might

constitute a merit of such a nature as would make amends for any peccadilloes which he might be guilty of in

the country. He had the art, however, pleading all the while duty and discipline, to hold off, until poor Rose,

in the extremity of her distress, offered to bribe him to the enterprise with some valuable jewels which had

Donald Bean, who had served in France, knew, and perhaps over estimated, the value of these trinkets. But

he also perceived Rose's apprehensions of its being discovered that she had parted with her jewels for

Waverley's liberation. Resolved this scruple should not part him and the treasure, he voluntarily offered to

take an oath that he would never mention Miss Rose's share in the transaction; and foreseeing convenience in

keeping the oath, and no probable advantage in breaking it, he took the engagementin order, as he told his

lieutenant, to deal handsomely by the young ladyin the only form and mode which, by a mental paction

with himself, he considered as bindinghe swore secrecy upon his drawn dirk. He was the more especially

moved to this act of good faith by some attentions that Miss Bradwardine showed to his daughter Alice,

which, while they gained the heart of the mountain damsel, highly gratified the pride of her father. Alice, who

could now speak a little English, was very communicative in return for Rose's kindness, readily confided to

her the whole papers respecting the intrigue with Gardiner's regiment, of which she was the depositary, and

as readily undertook, at her instance, to restore them to Waverley without her father's knowledge. 'For they

may oblige the bonnie young lady and the handsome young gentleman,' said Alice, 'and what use has my

The reader is aware that she took an opportunity of executing this purpose on the eve of Waverley's leaving

How Donald executed his enterprise, the reader is aware. But the expulsion of the military from

TullyVeolan had given alarm, and, while he was lying in wait for Gilfillan, a strong party, such as Donald

did not care to face, was sent to drive back the insurgents in their turn, to encamp there, and to protect the

country. The officer, a gentleman and a disciplinarian, neither intruded himself on Miss Bradwardine, whose

unprotected situation he respected, nor permitted his soldiers to commit any breach of discipline. He formed a

little camp, upon an eminence near the house of TullyVeolan, and placed proper guards at the passes in the

vicinity. This unwelcome news reached Donald Bean Lean as he was returning to TullyVeolan. Determined,

however, to obtain the guerdon of his labour, he resolved, since approach to Tully Veolan was impossible;

to deposit his prisoner in Janet's cottagea place the very existence of which could hardly have been

suspected even by those who had long lived In the vicinity, unless they had been guided thither, and which

was utterly unknown to Waverley himself. This effected, he claimed and received his reward. Waverley's

illness was an event which deranged all their calculations. Donald was obliged to leave the neighbourhood

with his people, and to seek more free course for his adventures elsewhere. At Rose's earnest entreaty, he left

an old man, a herbalist, who was supposed to understand a little of medicine, to attend Waverley during his

In the meanwhile, new and fearful doubts started in Rose's mind. They were suggested by old Janet, who

insisted, that a reward having been offered for the apprehension of Waverley, and his own personal effects

being so valuable, there was no saying to what breach of faith Donald might be tempted. In an agony of grief

and terror, Rose took the daring resolution of explaining to the Prince himself the danger in which Mr.

Waverley stood, judging that, both as a politician, and a man of honour and humanity, Charles Edward would

interest himself to prevent his falling into the hands of the opposite party. This letter she at first thought of

sending anonymously, but naturally feared it would not, in that case, be credited. She therefore subscribed her

name, though with reluctance and terror, and consigned it in charge to a young man, who, at leaving his farm

to join the Chevalier's army, made it his petition to her to have some sort of credentials to the Adventurer,

The letter reached Charles Edward on his descent to the Lowlands, and, aware of the political importance of

having it supposed that he was in correspondence with the English Jacobites, he caused the most positive

orders to be transmitted to Donald Bean Lean, to transmit Waverley, safe and uninjured in person or effects,

to the governor of Doune Castle. The freebooter durst not disobey, for the army of the Prince was now so

near him that punishment might have followed; besides, he was a politician as well as a robber, and was

unwilling to cancel the interest created through former secret services, by being refractory on this occasion.

He therefore made a virtue of necessity, and transmitted orders to his lieutenant to convey Edward to Doune,

which was safely accomplished in the mode mentioned in a former chapter. The governor of Doune was

directed to send him to Edinburgh as a prisoner, because the Prince was apprehensive that Waverley, if set at

liberty, might have resumed his purpose of returning to England, without affording him an opportunity of a

personal interview. In this, indeed, he acted by the advice of the Chieftain of Glennaquoich, with whom it

may be remembered the Chevalier communicated upon the mode of disposing of Edward, though without

This, indeed, Charles Edward considered as a lady's secret; for although Rose's letter was couched in the most

cautious and general terms, and professed to be written merely from motives of humanity, and zeal for the

Prince's service, yet she expressed so anxious a wish that she should not be known to have interfered, that the

Chevalier was induced to suspect the deep interest which she took in Waverley's safety. This conjecture,

which was well founded, led, however, to false inferences. For the emotion which Edward displayed on

approaching Flora and Rose at the ball of Holyrood, was placed by the Chevalier to the account of the latter,

and he concluded that the Baron's views about the settlement of his property, or some such obstacle, thwarted

their mutual inclinations. Common fame, it is true, frequently gave Waverley to Miss MacIvor; but the

Prince knew that common fame is very prodigal in such gifts; and, watching attentively the behaviour of the

ladies towards Waverley, he had no doubt that the young Englishman had no interest with Flora, and was

beloved by Rose Bradwardine. Desirous to bind Waverley to his service, and wishing also to do a kind and

friendly action, the Prince next assailed the Baron on the subject of settling his estate upon his daughter. Mr.

Bradwardine acquiesced; but the consequence was, that Fergus was immediately induced to prefer his double

suit for a wife and an earldom, which the Prince rejected in the manner we have seen. The Chevalier,

constantly engaged in his own multiplied affairs, had not hitherto sought any explanation with Waverley,

though often meaning to do so. But after Fergus's declaration, he saw the necessity of appearing neutral

between the rivals, devoutly hoping that the matter, which now seemed fraught with the seeds of strife, might

be permitted to lie over till the termination of the expedition. When on the march to Derby, Fergus, being

questioned concerning his quarrel with Waverley, alleged as the cause, that Edward was desirous of retracting

the suit he made to his sister, the Chevalier plainly told him, that he had himself observed Miss MacIvor's

behaviour to Waverley, and that he was convinced Fergus was under the influence of a mistake in judging of

Waverley's conduct, who, he had every reason to believe, was engaged to Miss Bradwardine. The quarrel

which ensued between Edward and the chieftain is, I hope, still in the remembrance of the reader. These

circumstances will serve to explain such points of our narrative as, according to the custom of story tellers,

we deemed it fit to leave unexplained, for the purpose of exciting the reader's curiosity.

When Janet had once finished the leading facts of this narrative, Waverley was easily enabled to apply the

clue which they afforded, to other mazes of the labyrinth in which he had been engaged. To Rose

Bradwardine, then, he owed the life which he now thought he could willingly have laid down to serve her. A

little reflection convinced him, however, that to live for her sake was more convenient and agreeable, and

that, being possessed of independence, she might share it with him either in foreign countries or in his own.

The pleasure of being allied to a man of the Baron's high worth, and who was so much valued by his uncle

Sir Everard, was also an agreeable consideration, had anything been wanting to recommend the match. His

absurdities, which had appeared grotesquely ludicrous during his prosperity, seemed, in the sunset of his

fortune, to be harmonized and assimilated with the noble features of his character, so as to add peculiarity

without exciting ridicule. His mind occupied with such projects of future happiness, Edward sought Little

Mr. Duncan Macwheeble, no longer Commissary or Bailie, though still enjoying the empty name of the latter

dignity, had escaped proscription by an early secession from the insurgent party and by his insignificance.

Edward found him in his office, immersed among papers and accounts. Before him was a large bicker of

oatmealporridge, and at the side thereof, a hornspoon and a bottle of twopenny. Eagerly running his eye

over a voluminous lawpaper, he from time to time shovelled an immense spoonful of these nutritive viands

into his capacious mouth. A potbellied Dutch bottle of brandy which stood by, intimated either that this

honest limb of the law had taken his morning already, or that he meant to season his porridge with such

digestive; or perhaps both circumstances might reasonably be inferred. His nightcap and morninggown had

whilome been of tartan, but, equally cautious and frugal, the honest Bailie had got them dyed black, lest their

original ill omened colour might remind his visitors of his unlucky excursion to Derby. To sum up the

picture, his face was daubed with snuff up to the eyes, and his fingers with ink up to the knuckles. He looked

dubiously at Waverley as he approached the little green rail which fenced his desk and stool from the

approach of the vulgar. Nothing could give the Bailie more annoyance than the idea of his acquaintance being

claimed by any of the unfortunate gentlemen who were now so much more likely to need assistance than to

afford profit. But this was the rich young Englishman who knew what might be his situation?he was the

While these reflections gave an air of absurd perplexity to the poor man's visage, Waverley, reflecting on the

communication he was about to make to him, of a nature so ridiculously contrasted with the appearance of

the individual, could not help bursting out alaughing, as he checked the propensity to exclaim with

As Mr. Macwheeble had no idea of any person laughing heartily who was either encircled by peril or

oppressed by poverty, the hilarity of Edward's countenance greatly relieved the embarrassment of his own,

and, giving him a tolerably hearty welcome to Little Veolan, he asked what he would choose for breakfast.

His visitor had, in the first place, something for his private ear, and begged leave to bolt the door. Duncan by

no means liked this precaution, which savoured of danger to be apprehended; but he could not now draw

Convinced he might trust this man, as he could make it his interest to be faithful, Edward communicated his

present situation and future schemes to Macwheeble. The wily agent listened with apprehension when he

found Waverley was still in a state of proscriptionwas somewhat comforted by learning that he had a

passport rubbed his hands with glee when he mentioned the amount of his present fortuneopened huge

eyes when he heard the brilliancy of his future expectations; but when he expressed his intention to share

them with Miss Rose Bradwardine, ecstasy had almost deprived the honest man of his senses. The Bailie

started from his threefooted stool like the Pythoness from her tripod; flung his best wig out of the window,

because the block on which it was placed stood in the way of his career; chucked his cap to the ceiling,

caught it as it fell; whistled Tullochgorum; danced a Highland fling with inimitable grace and agility; and

then threw himself exhausted into a chair, exclaiming, 'Lady Wauverley!ten thousand a year, the least

'Amen, with all my heart,' said Waverley;'but now, Mr. Macwheeble, let us proceed to business.' This word

had a somewhat sedative effect, but the Bailie's head, as he expressed himself, was still 'in the bees.' He

mended his pen, however, marked half a dozen sheets of paper with an ample marginal fold, whipped down

Dallas of St. Martin's STYLES from a shelf, where that venerable work roosted with Stair's INSTITUTIONS,

Dirleton's DOUBTS, Balfour's PRACTIQUES, and a parcel of old accountbooks opened the volume at the

article Contract of Marriage, and prepared to make what he called a 'sma' minute, to prevent parties frae

With some difficulty, Waverley made him comprehend that he was going a little too fast. He explained to

him that he should want his assistance, in the first place, to make his residence safe for the time, by writing to

the officer at TullyVeolan, that Mr. Stanley, an English gentleman, nearly related to Colonel Talbot, was

upon a visit of business at Mr. Macwheeble's, and, knowing the state of the country, had sent his passport for

Captain Foster's inspection. This produced a polite answer from the officer, with an invitation to Mr. Stanley

to dine with him, which was declined (as may easily be supposed), under pretence of business.

Waverley's next request was, that Mr. Macwheeble would dispatch a man and horse to , the posttown, at

which Colonel Talbot was to address him, with directions to wait there until the post should bring a letter for

Mr. Stanley, and then to forward it to Little Veolan with all speed. In a moment, the Bailie was in search of

his apprentice (or servitor, as he was called Sixty Years since), Jock Scriever, and in not much greater space

'Tak care ye guide him weel, sir, for he's aye been short in the wind sinceahemlord be gude to me!' (in a

low voice) 'I was gaun to come out wi'since I rode whip and spur to fetch the Chevalier to redd Mr.

Wauverley and Vich Ian Vohr; and an uncanny coup I gat for my pains. Lord forgie your honour! I might

hae broken my neck but troth it was in a venture, mae ways nor ane; but this maks amends for a'. Lady

'Never fear, I'se be caution for themI'se gie you my personal warrandiceten thousand a year! it dings

Balmawhapple out and outa year's rent's worth a' Balmawhapple, fee and liferent! Lord make us

To turn the current of his feelings, Edward inquired if he had heard anything lately of the Chieftain of

'Not one word,' answered Macwheeble, 'but that he was still in Carlisle Castle, and was soon to be panelled

for his life. I dinna wish the young gentleman ill,' he said, 'but I hope that they that hae got him will keep him,

and no let him back to this Hieland border to plague us wi' blackmail, and a' manner o' violent, wrongous, and

masterfu' oppression and spoliation, both by himself and others of his causing, sending, and hounding out:

and he couldna tak care o' the siller when he had gotten it neither, but flung it a' into yon idle quean's lap at

Edinburgh but light come light gane. For my part, I never wish to see a kilt in the country again, nor a

redcoat, nor a gun, for that matter, unless it were to shoot a paitrick:they're a' tarr'd wi' ae stick. And

when they have done ye wrang, even when ya hae gotten decreet of spuilzie, oppression, and violent profits

against them, what better are ye? they hae na a plack to pay ye; ye need never extract it.'

With such discourse, and the intervening topics of business, the time passed until dinner, Macwheeble

meanwhile promising to devise some mode of introducing Edward at the Duchran, where Rose at present

resided, without risk of danger or suspicion; which seemed no very easy task, since the laird was a very

zealous friend to Government.The poultryyard had been laid under requisition, and cockyleeky and

Scotch collops soon reeked in the Bailie's little parlour. The landlord's corkscrew was just introduced into the

muzzle of a pintbottle of claret (cribbed possibly from the cellars of TullyVeolan), when the sight of the

grey pony, passing the window at full trot, induced the Bailie, but with due precaution, to place it aside for

the moment. Enter Jock Scriever with a packet for Mr. Stanley: it is Colonel Talbot's seal; and Edward's

fingers tremble as he undoes it. Two official papers, folded, signed, and sealed in all formality, drop out.

They were hastily picked up by the Bailie, who had a natural respect for everything resembling a deed, and,

glancing slily on their titles, his eyes, or rather spectacles, are greeted with 'Protection by His Royal Highness

to the person of Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq. of that ilk, commonly called Baron of Bradwardine,

forfeited for his accession to the late rebellion.' The other proves to be a protection of the same tenor in

'I am just arrived here, and yet I have finished my business; it has cost me some trouble though, as you shall

hear. I waited upon his Royal Highness immediately on my arrival, and found him in no very good humour

for my purpose. Three or four Scotch gentlemen were just leaving his levee. After he had expressed himself

to me very courteously; "Would you think it," he said, "Talbot? here have been half a dozen of the most

respectable gentlemen, and best friends to Government north of the Forth, Major Melville of

Cairnvreckan, Rubrick of Duchran, and others, who have fairly wrung from me, by their downright

importunity, a present protection, and the promise of a future pardon, for that stubborn old rebel whom they

call Baron of Bradwardine. They allege that his high personal character, and the clemency which he showed

to such of our people as fell into the rebels' hands, should weigh in his favour; especially as the loss of his

estate is likely to be a severe enough punishment. Rubrick has undertaken to keep him at his own house till

things are settled in the country; but it's a little hard to be forced in a manner to pardon such a mortal enemy

to the House of Brunswick." This was no favourable moment for opening my business:however, I said I

was rejoiced to learn that his Royal Highness was in the course of granting such requests, as it emboldened

me to present one of the like nature in my own name. He was very angry, but I persisted;I mentioned the

uniform support of our three votes in the House, touched modestly on services abroad, though valuable only

in his Royal Highness's having been pleased kindly to accept them, and founded pretty strongly on his own

expressions of friendship and goodwill. He was embarrassed, but obstinate. I hinted the policy of detaching,

on all future occasions, the heir of such a fortune as your uncle's from the machinations of the disaffected.

But I made no impression. I mentioned the obligation which I lay under to Sir Everard, and to you personally,

and claimed, as the sole reward of my services, that he would be pleased to afford me the means of evincing

my gratitude. I perceived that he still meditated a refusal, and, taking my commission from my pocket, I said

(as a last resource), that as his Royal Highness did not, under these pressing circumstances, think me worthy

of a favour which he had not scrupled to grant to other gentlemen, whose services I could hardly judge more

important than my own, I must beg leave to deposit, with all humility, my commission in his Royal

Highness's hands, and to retire from the service. He was not prepared for this;he told me to take up my

commission; said some handsome things of my services, and granted my request. You are therefore once

more a free man, and I have promised for you that you will be a good boy in future, and remember what you

owe to the lenity of Government. Thus you see MY PRINCE can be as generous as YOURS. I do not

pretend, indeed, that he confers a favour with all the foreign graces and compliments of your Chevalier

errant; but he has a plain English manner, and the evident reluctance with which he grants your request,

indicates the sacrifice which he makes of his own inclination to your wishes. My friend, the adjutantgeneral,

has procured me a duplicate of the Baron's protection (the original being in Major Melville's possession),

which I send to you, as I know that if you can find him you will have pleasure in being the first to

communicate the joyful intelligence. He will of course repair to the Duchran without loss of time, there to

ride quarantine for a few weeks. As for you, I give you leave to escort him thither, and to stay a week there,

as I understand a certain fair lady is in that quarter. And I have the pleasure to tell you, that whatever progress

you can make in her good graces will be highly agreeable to Sir Everard and Mrs. Rachel, who will never

believe your view and prospects settled, and the three ermines passant in actual safety, until you present them

with a Mrs. Edward Waverley. Now, certain loveaffairs of my owna good many years since

interrupted some measures which were then proposed in favour of the three ermines passant; so I am bound

in honour to make them amends. Therefore make good use of your time, for when your week is expired, it

When the first rapturous sensation occasioned by these excellent tidings had somewhat subsided, Edward

proposed instantly to go down to the glen to acquaint the Baron with their import. But the cautious Bailie

justly observed, that if the Baron were to appear instantly in public, the tenantry and villagers might become

riotous in expressing their joy, and give offence to 'the powers that be,' a sort of persons for whom the Bailie

always had unlimited respect. He therefore proposed that Mr. Waverley should go to Janet Gellatley's, and

bring the Baron up under cloud of night to Little Veolan, where he might once more enjoy the luxury of a

good bed. In the meanwhile, he said, he himself would go to Captain Foster, and show him the Baron's

protection, and obtain his countenance for harbouring him that night,and he would have horses ready on

the morrow to set him on his way to the Duchran along with Mr. Stanley, 'whilk denomination, I apprehend,

'Certainly, Mr. Macwheeble; but will you not go down to the glen yourself in the evening to meet your

'That I wad wi' a' my heart; and mickle obliged to your honour for putting me in mind o' my bounden duty.

But it will be past sunset afore I get back frae the Captain's, and at these unsonsy hours the glen has a bad

namethere's something no that canny about auld Janet Gellatley. The Laird he'll no believe thae things, but

he was aye ower rash and venturesomeand feared neither man nor deeviland sae's seen o't. But right

sure am I Sir George Mackenyie says, that no divine can doubt there are witches, since the Bible says thou

shalt not suffer them to live; and that no lawyer in Scotland can doubt it, since it is punishable with death by

our law. So there's baith law and gospel for it. An his honour winna believe the Leviticus, he might aye

believe the Statutebook; but he may tak his ain way o'tit's a' ane to Duncan Macwheeble. However, I

shall send to ask up auld Janet this e'en; it 's best no to lightly them that have that characterand we'll want

Davie to turn the spit, for I'll gar Eppie put down a fat goose to the fire for your honours to your supper.'

When it was near sunset, Waverley hastened to the hut; and he could not but allow that superstition had

chosen no improper locality, or unfit object, for the foundation of her fantastic terrors. It resembled exactly

He entered the cottage with these verses in his memory. Poor old Janet, bent double with age, and bleared

with peatsmoke, was tottering about the hut with a birch broom, muttering to herself as she endeavoured to

make her hearth and floor a little clean for the reception of her expected guests. Waverley's step made her

start, look up, and fall atrembling, so much had her nerves been on the rack for her patron's safety. With

difficulty Waverley made her comprehend that the Baron was now safe from personal danger; and when her

mind had admitted that joyful news, it was equally hard to make her believe that he was not to enter again

upon possession of his estate. 'It behoved to be,' she said, 'he wad get it back again; naebody wad be sae

gripple as to tak his gear after they had gi'en him a pardon: and for that InchGrabbit, I could whiles wish

mysell a witch for his sake, if I werena feared the Enemy wad tak me at my word.' Waverley then gave her

some money, and promised that her fidelity should be rewarded. 'How can I be rewarded, sir, sae weel, as just

Waverley now took leave of Janet, and soon stood beneath the Baron's Patmos. At a low whistle, he observed

the veteran peeping out to reconnoitre, like an old badger with his head out of his hole. 'Ye hae come rather

early, my good lad,' said he, descending; 'I question if the redcoats hae beat the tattoo yet, and we're not safe

'Good news cannot be told too soon,' said Waverley; and with infinite joy communicated to him the happy

The old man stood for a moment in silent devotion, then exclaimed, 'Praise be to God!I shall see my bairn

'I trust in God, not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her; for my things are but in a bruckle

'And if,' said Waverley, modestly, 'there were a situation in life which would put Miss Bradwardine beyond

the uncertainty of fortune, and in the rank to which she was born, would you object to it, my dear Baron,

because it would make one of your friends the happiest man in the world?' The Baron turned, and looked at

him with great earnestness. 'Yes,' continued Edward, 'I shall not consider my sentence of banishment as

repealed, unless you will give me permission to accompany you to the Duchran, and'

The Baron seemed collecting all his dignity to make a suitable reply to what, at another time, he would have

treated as the propounding a treaty of alliance between the houses of Bradwardine and Waverley. But his

efforts were in vain; the father was too mighty for the Baron; the pride of birth and rank were swept away: in

the joyful surprise, a slight convulsion passed rapidly over his features as he gave way to the feelings of

nature, threw his arms around Waverley's neck, and sobbed out,'My son! my son!if I had been to search

the world, I would have made my choice here.' Edward returned the embrace with great sympathy of feeling,

and for a little while they both kept silence. At length it was broken by Edward. But Miss Bradwardine?'

'She had never a will but her old father's; besides, you are a likely youth, of honest principles and high birth;

no, she never had any other will than mine, and in my proudest days I could not have wished a mair eligible

espousal for her than the nephew of my excellent old friend, Sir Everard.But I hope, young man, ye deal

na rashly in this matter? I hope ye hae secured the approbation of your ain friends and allies, particularly of

your uncle, who is in LOCO PARENTIS? Ah! we maun tak heed o' that.' Edward assured him that Sir

Everard would think himself highly honoured in the flattering reception his proposal had met with, and that it

had his entire approbation; in evidence of which, he put Colonel Talbot's letter into the Baron's hand. The

Baron read it with great attention. 'Sir Everard,' he said, 'always despised wealth in comparison of honour and

birth; and indeed he had no occasion to court the DIVA PECUNIA. Yet I now wish, since this Malcolm turns

out such a parricide, for I can call him no better, as to think of alienating the family inheritanceI now wish'

(his eyes fixed on a part of the roof which was visible above the trees) 'that I could have left Rose the auld

hurley house, and the riggs belanging to it.And yet,' said he, resuming more cheerfully, 'it's maybe as

weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances

respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me

'Now, Heaven be praised!' thought Edward, 'that Sir Everard does not hear these scruples!the three ermines

passsat and rampant bear would certainly have gone together by the ears.' He then, with all the ardour of a

young lover, assured the Baron, that he sought for his happiness only in Rose's heart and hand, and thought

himself as happy in her father's simple approbation, as if he had settled an earldom upon his daughter.

They now reached Little Veolan. The goose was smoking on the table, and the Bailie brandished his knife

and fork. A joyous greeting took place between him and his patron. The kitchen, too, had its company. Auld

Janet was established at the ingle nook; Davie had turned the spit to his immortal honour; and even Ban and

Buscar, in the liberality of Macwheeble's joy, had been stuffed to the throat with food, and now lay snoring

The next day conducted the Baron and his young friend to the Duchran, where the former was expected, in

consequence of the success of the nearly unanimous application of the Scottish friends of Government in his

favour. This had been so general and so powerful, that it was almost thought his estate might have been

saved, had it not passed into the rapacious handsof his unworthy kinsman, whose right, arising out of the

Baron's attainder, could not be affected by a pardon from the crown. The old gentleman, however, said, with

his usual spirit, he was more gratified by the hold he possessed in the good opinion of his neighbours, than he

would have been in being 'rehabilitated and restored IN INTEGRUM, had it been found practicable.'

We shall not attempt to describe the meeting of the father and daughter,loving each other so affectionately,

and separated under such perilous circumstances. Still less shall we attempt to analyse the deep blush of

Rose, at receiving the compliments of Waverley, or stop to inquire whether she had any curiosity respecting

the particular cause of his journey to Scotland at that period. We shall not; even trouble the reader with the

humdrum details of a courtship Sixty Years since. It is enough to say, that, under so strict a martinet as the

Baron, all things were conducted in due form. He took upon himself, the morning after their arrival, the task

of announcing the proposal of Waverley to Rose, which she heard with a proper degree of maiden timidity.

Fame does, however, say, that Waverley had, the evening before, found five minutes to apprize her of what

was coming, while the rest of the company were looking at three twisted serpents which formed a JET

My fair readers will judge for themselves; but, for my part, I cannot conceive how so important an affair

could be communicated in so short a space of time;at least, it certainly took a full hour in the Baron's mode

Waverley was now considered as a received lover in all the forms. He was made, by dint of smirking and

nodding on the part of the lady of the house, to sit next to Miss Bradwardine at dinner, to be Miss

Bradwardine's partner at cards. If he came into the room, she of the four Miss Rubricks who chanced to be

next Rose, was sure to recollect that her thimble, or her scissors, were at the other end of the room, in order to

leave the seat nearest to Miss Bradwardine vacant for his occupation, And sometimes, if papa and mamma

were not in the way to keep them on their good behaviour, the misses would titter a little. The old laird of

Duchran would also have his occasional jest, and the old lady her remark. Even the Baron could not refrain;

but here Rose escaped every embarrassment but that of conjecture, for his wit was usually couched in a Latin

quotation. The very footmen sometimes grinned too broadly, the maidservants giggled mayhap too loud,

and a provoking air of intelligence seemed to pervade the whole family. Alice Bean, the pretty maid of the

cavern, who, after her father's MISFORTUNE, as she called it, had attended Rose as filledechambre,

smiled and smirked with the best of them. Rose and Edward, however, endured all these little vexatious

circumstances as other folks have done before and since, and probably contrived to obtain some

indemnification, since they are not supposed, on the whole, to have been particularly unhappy during

It was finally arranged that Edward should go to WaverleyHonour to make the necessary arrangements for

his marriage, thence to London to take the proper measures for pleading his pardon, and return as soon as

possible to claim the hand of his plighted bride. He also intended in his journey to visit Colonel Talbot; but,

above all, it was his most important object to learn the fate of the unfortunate Chief of Glennaquoich; to visit

him at Carlisle, and to try whether anything could be done for procuring, if not a pardon, a commutation at

least, or alleviation, of the punishment to which he was almost certain of being condemned;and in case of

the worst, to offer the miserable Flora an asylum with Rose, or otherwise to assist her views in any mode

which might seem possible. The fate of Fergus seemed hard to be averted. Edward had already striven to

interest his friend Colonel Talbot in his behalf; but had been given distinctly to understand, by his reply, that

The Colonel was still in Edinburgh, and proposed to wait there for some months upon business confided to

him by the Duke of Cumberland. He was to be joined by Lady Emily, to whom easy travelling and goat's

whey were recommended, and who was to journey northward, under the escort of Francis Stanley. Edward,

therefore, met the Colonel at Edinburgh, who wished him joy in the kindest manner on his approaching

happiness, and cheerfully undertook many commissions which our hero was necessarily obliged to delegate

to his charge. But on the subject of Fergus he was inexorable. He satisfied Edward, indeed, that his

interference would be unavailing; but besides, Colonel Talbot owned that he could not conscientiously use

any influence in favour of that unfortunate gentleman. 'Justice,' he said, 'which demanded some penalty of

those who had wrapped the whole nation in fear and in mourning, could not perhaps have selected a fitter

victim, He came to the field with the fullest light upon the nature of his attempt. He had studied and

understood the subject. His father's fate could not intimidate him; the lenity of the laws which had restored to

him his father's property and rights could not melt him. That he was brave, generous, and possessed many

good qualities, only rendered him the more dangerous; that he was enlightened and accomplished, made his

crime the less excusable; that he was an enthusiast in a wrong cause, only made him the more fit to be its

martyr. Above all, he had been the means of bringing many hundreds of men into the field, who, without him,

'I repeat it,' said the Colonel, 'though Heaven knows with a heart distressed for him as an individual, that this

young gentleman has studied and fully understood the desperate game which he has played. He threw for life

or death, a coronet or a coffin; and he cannot now be permitted, with justice to the country, to draw stakes

Such was the reasoning of those times, held even by brave and humane men towards a vanquished enemy.

Let us devoutly hope, that, in this respect at least, we shall never see the scenes, or hold the sentiments, that

Edward, attended by his former servant Alick Polwarth, who had reentered his service at Edinburgh,

reached Carlisle while the commission of Oyer and Terminer on his unfortunate associates was yet sitting. He

had pushed forward in haste,not, alas! with the most distant hope of saving Fergus, but to see him for the

last time. I ought to have mentioned, that he had furnished funds for the defence of the prisoners in the most

liberal manner, as soon as he heard that the day of trial was fixed. A solicitor, and the first counsel,

accordingly attended; but it was upon the same footing on which the first physicians are usually summoned to

the bedside of some dying man of rank;the doctors to take the advantage of some incalculable chance of an

exertion of naturethe lawyers to avail themselves of the barely possible occurrence of some legal flaw.

Edward pressed into the court, which was extremely crowded; but by his arriving from the north, and his

extreme eagerness and agitation, it was supposed he was a relation of the prisoners, and people made way for

him. It was the third sitting of the court, and there were two men at the bar. The verdict of GUILTY was

already pronounced. Edward just glanced at the bar during the momentous pause which ensued. There was no

mistaking the stately form and noble features of Fergus MacIvor, although his dress was squalid, and his

countenance tinged with the sickly yellow hue of long and close imprisonment. By his side was Evan

Maccombich. Edward felt sick and dizzy as he gazed on them; but he was recalled to himself as the Clerk of

the Arraigns pronounced the solemn words: 'Fergus MacIvor of Glennaquoich, otherwise called Vich Ian

Vohr, and Evan MacIvor, in the Dhu of Tarrascleugh, otherwise called Evan Dhu, otherwise called Evan

Maccombich, or Evan Dhu Maccombich you, and each of you, stand attainted of high treason. What have

you to say for yourselves why the Court should not pronounce judgement against you, that you die according

Fergus, as the presiding Judge was putting on the fatal cap of judgement, placed his own bonnet upon his

head, regarded him with a steadfast and stern look, and replied in a firm voice, 'I cannot let this numerous

audience suppose that to such an appeal I have no answer to make. But what I have to say, you would not

bear to hear, for my defence would be your condemnation. Proceed, then, in the name of God, to do what is

permitted to you. Yesterday, and the day before, you have condemned loyal and honourable blood to be

poured forth like water. Spare not mine. Were that of all my ancestors in my veins, I would have peril'd it in

Evan Maccombich looked at him with great earnestness, and, rising up, seemed anxious to speak; but the

confusion of the court, and the perplexity arising from thinking in a language different from that in which he

was to express himself, kept him silent. There was a murmur of compassion among the spectators, from an

idea that the poor fellow intended to plead the influence of his superior as an excuse for his crime. The Judge

'I was only ganging to say, my lord,' said Evan, in what he meant to be in an insinuating manner, 'that if your

excellent honour, and the honourable Court, would let Vich Ian Vohr go free just this once, and let him gae

back to France, and no to trouble King George's government again, that ony six o' the very best of his clan

will be willing to be justified in his stead; and if you'll just let me gae down to Glennaquoich, I'll fetch them

Notwithstanding the solemnity of the occasion, a sort of laugh was heard in the court at the extraordinary

nature of the proposal. The Judge checked this indecency, and Evan, looking sternly around, when the

murmur abated, 'If the Saxon gentlemen are laughing,' he said, 'because a poor man, such as me, thinks my

life, or the life of six of my degree, is worth that of Vich Ian Vohr, it's like enough they may be very right;

but if they laugh because they think I would not keep my word, and come back to redeem him, I can tell them

There was no further inclination to laugh among the audience, and a dead silence ensued.

The Judge then pronounced upon both prisoners the sentence of the law of high treason, with all its horrible

accompaniments. The execution was appointed for the ensuing day. 'For you, Fergus MacIvor,' continued

the Judge, 'I can hold out no hope of mercy. You must prepare against tomorrow for your last sufferings

'I desire nothing else, my lord,' answered Fergus, in the same manly and firm tone.

The hard eyes of Evan, which had been perpetually bent on his Chief, were moistened with a tear. 'For you,

poor ignorant man,' continued the Judge, 'who, following the ideas in which you have been educated, have

this day given us a striking example how the loyalty due to the king and state alone, is, from your unhappy

ideas of clanship, transferred to some ambitious individual, who ends by making you the tool of his

crimesfor you, I say, I feel so much compassion, that if you can make up your mind to petition for grace, I

'Grace me no grace,' said Evan; 'since you are to shed Vich Ian Vohr's blood, the only favour I would accept

from you, isto bid them loose my hands and gie me my claymore, and bide you just a minute sitting where

Almost stupefied with his feelings, Edward found that the rush of the crowd had conveyed him out into the

street, ere he knew what he was doing.His immediate wish was to see and speak with Fergus once more.

He applied at the Castle where his unfortunate friend was confined, but was refused admittance. 'The High

Sheriff,' a noncommissioned officer said, 'had requested of the governor that none should be admitted to see

'And where was Miss MacIvor?' They gave him the direction, It was the house of a respectable Catholic

Repulsed from the gate of the Castle, and not venturing to make application to the High Sheriff or Judges in

his own unpopular name, he had recourse to the solicitor who came down in Fergus's behalf. This gentleman

told him, that it was thought the public mind was in danger of being debauched by the account of the last

moments of these persons, as given by the friends of the Pretender; that there had been a resolution, therefore,

to exclude all such persons as had not the plea of near kindred for attending upon them. Yet he promised (to

oblige the heir of WaverleyHonour) to get him an order for admittance to the prisoner the next morning,

'Is it of Fergus MacIvor they speak thus,' thought Waverley 'or do I dream? of Fergus, the bold, the

chivalrous, the free minded,the lofty chieftain of a tribe devoted to him? Is it he, that I have seen lead the

chase and head the attack,the brave, the active, the young, the noble, the love of ladies, and the theme of

song,is it he who is ironed like a malefactorwho is to be dragged on a hurdle to the common

gallowsto die a lingering and cruel death, and to be mangled by the hand of the most outcast of wretches?

Evil indeed was the spectre that boded such a fate as this to the brave Chief of Glennaquoich!'

With a faltering voice he requested the solicitor to find means to warn Fergus of his intended visit, should he

obtain permission to make it. He then turned away from him, and, returning to the inn, wrote a scarcely

intelligible note to Flora MacIvor, intimating his purpose to wait upon her that evening. The messenger

brought back a letter in Flora's beautiful Italian hand, which seemed scarce to tremble even under this load of

misery. 'Miss Flora MacIvor,' the letter bore, 'could not refuse to see the dearest friend of her dear brother,

When Edward reached Miss MacIvor's present place of abode, he was instantly admitted. In a large and

gloomy tapestried apartment, Flora was seated by a latticed window, sewing what seemed to be a garment of

white flannel. At a little distance sat an elderly woman, apparently a foreigner, and of a religious order. She

was reading in a book of Catholic devotion; but when Waverley entered, laid it on the table and left the room.

Flora rose to receive him, and stretched out her hand, but neither ventured to attempt speech. Her fine

complexion was totally gone; her person considerably emaciated; and her face and hands as white as the

purest statuary marble, forming a strong contrast with her sable dress and jetblack hair. Yet, amid these

marks of distress, there was nothing negligent or illarranged about her attire; even her hair, though totally

without ornament, was disposed with her usual attention to neatness. The first words she uttered were, 'Have

'It accords with the rest,' she said; 'but we must submit. Shall you obtain leave, do you suppose?'

'Forfortomorrow,' said Waverley; but muttering the last word so faintly that it was almost

'Aye, then or never,' said Flora, 'until'she added, looking upward, 'the time when, I trust, we shall all meet.

But I hope you will see him while earth yet bears him. He always loved you at his heart, thoughbut it is

'Or even of the future, my good friend,' said Flora, 'so far as earthly events are concerned; for how often have

I pictured to myself the strong possibility of this horrid issue, and tasked myself to consider how I could

support my part; and yet how far has all my anticipation fallen short of the unimaginable bitterness of this

'Aye, there it is,' she answered, somewhat wildly; 'there is, Mr. Waverley, there is a busy devil at my heart,

that whispersbut it were madness to listen to itthat the strength of mind on which Flora prided herself

'Aye, is it not so?but yet it haunts me like a phantom: I know it is unsubstantial and vain; but it will be

presentwill intrude its horrors on my mindwill whisper that my brother, as volatile as ardent, would

have divided his energies amid a hundred objects. It was I who taught him to concentrate them, and to gage

all on this dreadful and desperate cast. Oh that I could recollect that I had but once said to him, "He that

striketh with the sword shall die by the sword"; that I had but once said, Remain at home; reserve yourself,

your vassals, your life, for enterprises within the reach of man. But oh, Mr. Waverley, I spurred his fiery

The horrid idea which she had intimated, Edward endeavoured to combat by every incoherent argument that

occurred to him. He recalled to her the principles on which both thought it their duty to act, and in which they

'Do not think I have forgotten them,' she said, looking up, with eager quickness; 'I do not regret his attempt,

because it was wrongoh no! on that point I am armedbut because it was impossible it could end

'Yet it did not always seem so desperate and hazardous as it was; and it would have been chosen by the bold

spirit of Fergus, whether you had approved it or no; your counsels only served to give unity and consistence

to his conduct; to dignify, but not to precipitate his resolution.' Flora had soon ceased to listen to Edward, and

'Do you remember,' she said, looking up with a ghastly smile, 'you once found me making Fergus's

bridefavours, and now I am sewing his bridalgarment. Our friends here,' she continued, with suppressed

emotion, 'are to give hallowed earth in their chapel to the bloody relies of the last Vich Ian Vohr. But they

will not all rest together; nohis head!I shall not have the last miserable consolation of kissing the cold

The unfortunate Flora here, after one or two hysterical sobs, fainted in her chair. The lady, who had been

attending in the anteroom, now entered hastily, and begged Edward to leave the room, but not the house.

When he was recalled, after the space of nearly half an hour, he found that, by a strong effort, Miss MacIvor

had greatly composed herself. It was then he ventured to urge Miss Bradwardine's claim to be considered as

'I have had a letter from my dear Rose,' she replied, 'to the same purpose. Sorrow is selfish and engrossing, or

I would have written to express that, even in my own despair, I felt a gleam of pleasure at learning her happy

prospects, and at hearing that the good old Baron has escaped the general wreck. Give this to my dearest

Rose; it is her poor Flora's only ornament of value, and was the gift of a princess.' She put into his hands a

case containing the chain of diamonds with which she used to decorate her hair. 'To me it is in future useless.

The kindness of my friends has secured me a retreat in the convent of the Scottish Benedictine nuns in Paris.

Tomorrowif indeed I can survive tomorrowI set forward on my journey with this venerable sister.

And now, Mr. Waverley, adieu! May you be as happy with Rose as your amiable dispositions deserve!and

think sometimes on the friends you have lost. Do not attempt to see me again; it would be mistaken kindness.'

She gave him her hand, on which Edward shed a torrent of tears, and, with a faltering step, withdrew from the

apartment, and returned to the town of Carlisle. At the inn he found a letter from his law friend, intimating

that he would be admitted to Fergus next morning as soon as the Castle gates were opened, and permitted to

remain with him till the arrival of the Sheriff gave signal for the fatal procession.

After a sleepless night, the first dawn of morning found Waverley on the esplanade in front of the old Gothic

gate of Carlisle Castle. But he paced it long in every direction, before the hour when, according to the rules of

the garrison, the gates were opened and the drawbridge lowered. He produced his order to the sergeant of the

The place of Fergus's confinement was a gloomy and vaulted apartment in the central part of the Castlea

huge old tower, supposed to be of great antiquity, and surrounded by outworks, seemingly of Henry VIII's

time, or somewhat later. The grating of the large oldfashioned bars and bolts, withdrawn for the purpose of

admitting Edward, was answered by the clash of chains, as the unfortunate Chieftain, strongly and heavily

fettered, shuffled along the stone floor of his prison, to fling himself into his friend's arms.

'My dear Edward,' he said, in a firm, and even cheerful voice, 'this is truly kind. I heard of your approaching

happiness with the highest pleasure. And how does Rose? and how is our old whimsical friend the Baron?

Well, I trust, since I see you at freedomAnd how will you settle precedence between the three ermines

'Why, we have entered Carlisle with happier auspices, to be sure on the 16th of November last, for

example, when we marched in, side by side, and hoisted the white flag on these ancient towers. But I am no

boy, to sit down and weep because the luck has gone against me. I knew the stake which I risked; we played

the game boldly, and the forfeit shall be paid manfully. And now, since my time is short, let me come to the

Waverley communicated that remarkable history, so far as it had then transpired, to which Fergus listened

with deep interest. He then asked after several other friends; and made many minute inquiries concerning the

fate of his own clansmen. They had suffered less than other tribes who had been engaged in the affair; for,

having in a great measure dispersed and returned home after the captivity of their Chieftain, according to the

universal custom of the Highlanders, they were not in arms when the insurrection was finally suppressed, and

consequently were treated with less rigour. This Fergus heard with great satisfaction.

'You are rich,' he said, 'Waverley, and you are generous. When you hear of these poor MacIvors being

distressed about their miserable possessions by some harsh overseer or agent of Government, remember you

have worn their tartan, and are an adopted son of their race. The Baron, who knows our manners, and lives

near our country, will apprize you of the time and means to be their protector. Will you promise this to the

Edward, as may well be believed, pledged his word; which he afterwards so amply redeemed, that his

memory still lives in these glens by the name of the Friend of the Sons of Ivor.

'Would to God,' continued the Chieftain, 'I could bequeath to you my rights to the love and obedience of this

primitive and brave race:or at least, as I have striven to do, persuade poor Evan to accept of his life upon

their terms, and be to you what he has been to me, the kindest,the bravest,the most devoted'

The tears which his own fate could not draw forth, fell fast for that of his fosterbrother.

'But,' said he, drying them, 'that cannot be. You cannot be to them Vich Ian Vohr; and these three magic

words,' said he, half smiling, 'are the only Open Sesame to their feelings and sympathies, and poor Evan must

'And I am sure,' said Maccombich, raising himself from the floor, on which, for fear of interrupting their

conversation, he had lain so still, that, in the obscurity of the apartment, Edward was not aware of his

presence,'I am sure Evan never desired or deserved a better end than just to die with his Chieftain.'

'And now,' said Fergus, 'while we are upon the subject of clanshipwhat think you now of the prediction of

the Bodach Glas?'Then, before Edward could answer, 'I saw him again last nighthe stood in the slip of

moonshine, which fell from that high and narrow window towards my bed. Why should I fear him, I

thoughttomorrow, long ere this time, I shall be as immaterial as he. "False Spirit!" I said, "art thou come

to close thy walks on earth, and to enjoy thy triumph in the fall of the last descendant of thine enemy?" The

spectre seemed to beckon and to smile as he faded from my sight. What do you think of it?I asked the

same question of the priest, who is a good and sensible man; he admitted that the Church allowed that such

apparitions were possible, but urged me not to permit my mind to dwell upon it, as imagination plays us such

'Much as your confessor,' said Waverley, willing to avoid dispute upon such a point at such a moment. A tap

at the door now announced that good man, and Edward retired while he administered to both prisoners the

In about an hour he was readmitted; soon after, a file of soldiers entered with a blacksmith, who struck the

'You see the compliment they pay to our Highland strength and couragewe have lain chained here like

wild beasts, till our legs are cramped into palsy, and when they free us, they send six soldiers with loaded

Edward afterwards learned that these severe precautions had been taken in consequence of a desperate

Shortly afterwards the drums of the garrison beat to arms. 'This is the last turnout,' said Fergus, 'that I shall

hear and obey. And now, my dear, dear Edward, ere we part let us speak of Flora a subject which awakes

'Oh yes, we do; you must come no farther. Not that I fear what is to follow for myself,' he said proudly:

'Nature has her tortures as well as art; and how happy should we think the man who escapes from the throes

of a mortal and painful disorder, in the space of a short half hour? And this matter, spin it out as they will,

cannot last longer, But what a dying man can suffer firmly, may kill a living friend to look upon.This same

law of high treason,' he continued, with astonishing firmness and composure, 'is one of the blessings, Edward,

with which your free country has accommodated poor old Scotland: her own jurisprudence, as I have heard,

was much milder. But I suppose one day or otherwhen there are no longer any wild Highlanders to benefit

by its tender merciesthey will blot it from their records, as levelling them with a nation of cannibals. The

mummery, too, of exposing the senseless headthey have not the wit to grace mine with a paper coronet;

there would be some satire in that, Edward. I hope they will set it on the Scotch gate though, that I may look,

even after death, to the blue hills of my own country, which I love so dearly. The Baron would have added,

A bustle, and the sound of wheels and horses' feet, was now heard in the courtyard of the Castle. 'As I have

told you why you must not follow me, and these sounds admonish me that my time flies fast, tell me how you

Waverley, with a voice interrupted by suffocating sensations, gave some account of the state of her mind.

'Poor Flora!' answered the Chief, 'she could have borne her own sentence of death, but not mine. You,

Waverley, will soon know the happiness of mutual affection in the married statelong, long may Rose and

you enjoy it!but you can never know the purity of feeling which combines two orphans, like Flora and me,

left alone as it were in the world, and being all in all to each other from our very infancy. But her strong sense

of duty, and predominant feeling of loyalty, will give new nerve to her mind after the immediate and acute

sensation of this parting has passed away. She will then think of Fergus as of the heroes of our race, upon

'A necessary deceit will spare her the last dreadful parting. I could not part with her without tears, and I

cannot bear that these men should think they have power to extort them. She was made to believe she would

see me at a later hour, and this letter, which my confessor will deliver, will apprize her that all is over,'

An officer now appeared, and intimated that the High Sheriff and his attendants waited before the gate of the

Castle, to claim the bodies of Fergus MacIvor and Evan Maccombich. 'I come,' said Fergus. Accordingly,

supporting Edward by the arm, and followed by Evan Dhu and the priest, he moved down the stairs of the

tower, the soldiers bringing up the rear. The court was occupied by a squadron of dragoons and a battalion of

infantry, drawn up in hollow square. Within their ranks was the sledge, or hurdle, on which the prisoners

were to be drawn to the place of execution, about a mile distant from Carlisle. It was painted black, and

drawn by a white horse. At one end of the vehicle sat the Executioner, a horridlooking fellow, as beseemed

his trade, with the broad axe in his hand; at the other end, next the horse, was an empty seat for two persons.

Through the deep and dark Gothic archway that opened on the drawbridge, were seen on horseback the High

Sheriff and his attendants, whom the etiquette betwixt the civil and military powers did not permit to come

farther. 'This is well GOT UP for a closing scene,' said Fergus, smiling disdainfully as he gazed around upon

the apparatus of terror. Evan Dhu exclaimed with some eagerness, after looking at the dragoons, 'These are

the very chields that galloped off at Gladsmuir, before we could kill a dozen o' them. They look bold enough

The sledge now approached, and Fergus, turning round, embraced Waverley, kissed him on each side of the

face, and stepped nimbly into his place. Evan sat down by his side. The priest was to follow in a carriage

belonging to his patron, the Catholic gentleman at whose house Flora resided. As Fergus waved his hand to

Edward, the ranks closed around the sledge, and the whole procession began to move forward. There was a

momentary stop at the gateway, while the governor of the Castle and the High Sheriff went through a short

ceremony, the military officer there delivering over the persons of the criminals to the civil power. 'God save

King George!' said the High Sheriff. When the formality concluded, Fergus stood erect in the sledge, and

with a firm and steady voice, replied, 'God save King James!' These were the last words which Waverley

The procession resumed its march, and the sledge vanished from beneath the portal, under which it had

stopped for an instant. The deadmarch was then heard, and its melancholy sounds were mingled with those

of a muffled peal, tolled from the neighbouring cathedral. The sound of the military music died away as the

The last of the soldiers had now disappeared from under the vaulted archway through which they had been

filing for several minutes; the courtyard was now totally empty, but Waverley still stood there as if stupefied,

his eyes fixed upon the dark pass where he had so lately seen the last glimpse of his friend. At length, a

female servant of the governor's, struck with compassion at the stupefied misery which his countenance

expressed, asked him if he would not walk into her master's house and sit down? She was obliged to repeat

her question twice ere he comprehended her, but at length it recalled him to himself. Declining the courtesy

by a hasty gesture, he pulled his hat over his eyes, and, leaving the Castle, walked as swiftly as he could

through the empty streets, till he regained his inn, then rushed into an apartment, and bolted the door.

In about an hour and a half, which seemed an age of unutterable suspense, the sound of the drums and fifes,

performing a lively air, and the confused murmur of the crowd which now filled the streets, so lately

deserted, apprized him that all was finished, and that the military and populace were returning from the

In the evening the priest made him a visit, and informed him that he did so by directions of his deceased

friend, to assure him that Fergus MacIvor had died as he lived, and remembered his friendship to the last.

He added, he had also seen Flora, whose state of mind seemed more composed since all was over. With her

and Sister Theresa, the priest proposed next day to leave Carlisle, for the nearest seaport from which they

could embark for France. Waverley forced on this good man a ring of some value, and a sum of money to be

employed (as he thought might gratify Flora) in the services of the Catholic Church, for the memory of his

friend. 'FUNGARQUE INANI MUNERE,' he repeated, as the ecclesiastic retired. 'Yet why not class these

acts of remembrance with other honours, with which affection, in all sects, pursues the memory of the dead?'

The next morning, ere daylight, he took leave of the town of Carlisle, promising to himself never again to

enter its walls. He dared hardly look back towards the Gothic battlements of the fortified gate under which he

passed (for the place is surrounded with an old wall). 'They're no there,' said Alick Polwarth, who guessed the

cause of the dubious look which Waverley cast backward, and who, with the vulgar appetite for the horrible,

was master of each detail of the butchery'the heads are ower the Scotch yate, as they ca' it. It's a great pity

of Evan Dhu, who was a very weelmeaning, goodnatured man, to be a Hielandman; and indeed so was the

Laird o' Glennaquoich too, for that matter, when he wasna in ane o' his tirrivies.

The impression of horror with which Waverley left Carlisle softened by degrees into melancholya

gradation which was accelerated by the painful, yet soothing, task of writing to Rose; and, while he could not

suppress his own feelings of the calamity, he endeavoured to place it in a light which might grieve her

without shocking her imagination. The picture which he drew for her benefit he gradually familiarized to his

own mind; and his next letters were more cheerful, and referred to the prospects of peace and happiness

which lay before them. Yet, though his first horrible sensations had sunk into melancholy, Edward had

reached his native county before he could, as usual on former occasions, look round for enjoyment upon the

He then, for the first time since leaving Edinburgh, began to experience that pleasure which almost all feel

who return to a verdant, populous, and highly cultivated country, from scenes of waste desolation, or of

solitary and melancholy grandeur. But how were those feelings enhanced when he entered on the domain so

long possessed by his forefathers; recognized the old oaks of WaverleyChase; thought with what delight he

should introduce Rose to all his favourite haunts; beheld at length the towers of the venerable hall arise above

the woods which embowered it, and finally threw himself into the arms of the venerable relations to whom he

The happiness of their meeting was not tarnished by a single word of reproach. On the contrary, whatever

pain Sir Everard and Mrs. Rachel had felt during Waverley's perilous engagement with the young Chevalier,

it assorted too well with the principles in which they had been brought up, to incur reprobation, or even

censure. Colonel Talbot also had smoothed the way, with great address, for Edward's favourable reception,

by dwelling upon his gallant behaviour in the military character, particularly his bravery and generosity at

Preston; until, warmed at the idea of their nephew's engaging in single combat, making prisoner, and saving

from slaughter, so distinguished an officer as the Colonel himself, the imagination of the Baronet and his

sister ranked the exploits of Edward with those of Wilibert, Hildebrand, and Nigel, the vaunted heroes of

The appearance of Waverley, embrowned by exercise, and dignified by the habits of military discipline, had

acquired an athletic and hardy character, which not only verified the Colonel's narration, but surprised and

delighted all the inhabitants of WaverleyHonour. They crowded to see, to hear him, and to sing his praises.

Mr. Pembroke, who secretly extolled his spirit and courage in embracing the genuine cause of the Church of

England, censured his pupil gently, nevertheless, for being so careless of his manuscripts, which indeed, he

said, had occasioned him some personal inconvenience, as, upon the Baronet's being arrested by a king's

messenger, he had deemed it prudent to retire to a concealment called 'The Priest's Hole,' from the use it had

been put to in former days; where, he assured our hero, the butler had thought it safe to venture with food

only once in the day, so that he had been repeatedly compelled to dine upon victuals either absolutely cold,

or, what was worse, only half warm, not to mention that sometimes his bed had not been arranged for two

days together. Waverley's mind involuntarily turned to the Patmos of the Baron of Bradwardine, who was

well pleased with Janet's fare, and a few bunches of straw stowed in a cleft in the front of a sandcliff: but he

All was now in a bustle to prepare for the nuptials of Edward, an event to which the good old Baronet and

Mrs. Rachel looked forward as if to the renewal of their own youth. The match, as Colonel Talbot had

intimated, had seemed to them in the highest degree eligible, having every recommendation but wealth, of

which they themselves had more than enough. Mr. Clippurse was therefore summoned to WaverleyHonour,

under better auspices than at the commencement of our story. But Mr. Clippurse came not alone; for, being

now stricken in years, he had associated with him a nephew, a younger vulture (as our English Juvenal, who

tells the tale of Swallow the attorney, might have called him), and they now carried on business as Messrs.

Clippurse and Hookem. These worthy gentlemen had directions to make the necessary settlements on the

most splendid scale of liberality, as if Edward were to wed a peeress in her own right, with her paternal estate

But before entering upon a subject of proverbial delay, I must remind my reader of the progress of a stone

rolled down hill by an idle truant boy (a pastime at which I was myself expert in my more juvenile years): it

moves at first slowly, avoiding by inflection every obstacle of the least importance; but when it has attained

its full impulse, and draws near the conclusion of its career, it smokes and thunders down, taking a rood at

every spring, clearing hedge and ditch like a Yorkshire huntsman, and becoming most furiously rapid in its

course when it is nearest to being consigned to rest for ever. Even such is the course of a narrative like that

which you are perusing. The earlier events are studiously dwelt upon, that you, kind reader, may be

introduced to the character rather by narrative, than by the duller medium of direct description; but when the

story draws near its close, we hurry over the circumstances, however important, which your imagination must

have forestalled, and leave you to suppose those things which it would be abusing your patience to relate at

We are, therefore, so far from attempting to trace the dull progress of Messrs. Clippurse and Hookem, or that

of their worthy official brethren, who had the charge of suing out the pardons of Edward Waverley and his

intended fatherinlaw, that we can but touch upon matters more attractive. The mutual epistles, for

example, which were exchanged between Sir Everard and the Baron upon this occasion, though matchless

specimens of eloquence in their way, must be consigned to merciless oblivion. Nor can I tell you at length,

how worthy Aunt Rachel, not without a delicate and affectionate allusion to the circumstances which had

transferred Rose's maternal diamonds to the hands of Donald Bean Lean, stocked her casket with a set of

jewels that a duchess might have envied. Moreover, the reader will have the goodness to imagine that Job

Houghton and his dame were suitably provided for, although they could never be persuaded that their son fell

otherwise than fighting by the young squire's side; so that Alick, who, as a lover of truth, had made many

needless attempts to expound the real circumstances to them, was finally ordered to say not a word more

upon the subject. He indemnified himself, however, by the liberal allowance of desperate battles, grisly

executions, and rawhead and bloodybone stories, with which he astonished the servants' hall.

But although these important matters may be briefly told in narrative, like a newspaper report of a Chancery

suit, yet, with all the urgency which Waverley could use, the real time which the law proceedings occupied,

joined to the delay occasioned by the mode of travelling at that period, rendered it considerably more than

two months ere Waverley, having left England, alighted once more at the mansion of the Laird of Duchran to

The day of his marriage was fixed for the sixth after his arrival. The Baron of Bradwardine, with whom

bridals, christenings, and funerals, were festivals of high and solemn import, felt a little hurt, that, including

the family of the Duchran, and all the immediate vicinity who had title to be present on such an occasion,

there could not be above thirty persons collected. 'When he was married,' he observed, 'three hundred horse

of gentlemen born, besides servants, and some score or two of Highland lairds, who never got on horseback,

But his pride found some consolation in reflecting, that he and his soninlaw having been so lately in arms

against Government, it, might give matter of reasonable fear and offence to the ruling powers, if they were to

collect together the kith, kin, and allies of their houses, arrayed in effeir of war, as was the ancient custom of

Scotland on these occasions'And, without dubitation,' he concluded with a sigh, 'many of those who would

have rejoiced most freely upon these joyful espousals, are either gone to a better place, or are now exiles from

The marriage took place on the appointed day. The Reverend Mr. Rubrick, kinsman to the proprietor of the

hospitable mansion where it was solemnized, and chaplain to the Baron of Bradwardine, had the satisfaction

to unite their hands; and Frank Stanley acted as bridesman, having joined Edward with that view soon after

his arrival. Lady Emily and Colonel Talbot had proposed being present; but Lady Emily's health, when the

day approached, was found inadequate to the journey. In amends, it was arranged that Edward Waverley and

his lady, who, with the Baron, proposed an immediate journey to WaverleyHonour, should, in their way,

spend a few days at an estate which Colonel Talbot had been tempted to purchase in Scotland as a very great

The nuptial party travelled in great style. There was a coach and six after the newest pattern, which Sir

Everard had presented to his nephew, that dazzled with its splendour the eyes of one half of Scotland; there

was the family coach of Mr. Rubrick; both these were crowded with ladies, and there were gentlemen on

horseback, with their servants, to the number of a round score. Nevertheless, without having the fear of

famine before his eyes, Bailie Macwheeble met them in the road, to entreat that they would pass by his house

at Little Veolan. The Baron stared, and said his son and he would certainly ride by Little Veolan, and pay

their compliments to the Bailie, but could not think of bringing with them the 'haill COMITATUS

NUPTIALIS, or matrimonial procession.' He added, 'that, as he understood that the barony had been sold by

its unworthy possessor, he was glad to see his old friend Duncan had regained his situation under the new

DOMINUS, or proprietor. ' The Bailie ducked, bowed, and fidgeted, and then again insisted upon his

invitation; until the Baron, though rather piqued at the pertinacity of his instances, could not nevertheless

refuse to consent, without making evident sensations which he was anxious to conceal.

He fell into a deep study as they approached the top of the avenue, and was only startled from it by observing

that the battlements were replaced, the ruins cleared sway, and (most wonderful of all) that the two great

stone Bears, those mutilated Dagons of his idolatry, had resumed their posts over the gateway. 'Now this new

proprietor,' said he to Edward, 'has shown mair gusto, as the Italians call it, in the short time he has had this

domain, than that hound Malcolm, though I bred him here mysell, has acquired VITA ADHUC

DURANTE.and now I talk of hounds, is not yon Ban and Buscar, who come scouping up the avenue with

'I vote we should go to meet them, sir,' said Waverley, 'for I believe the present master of the house is

Colonel Talbot, who will expect to see us. We hesitated to mention to you at first that he had purchased your

ancient patrimonial property, and even yet, if you do not incline to visit him, we can pass on to the Bailie's.'

The Baron had occasion for all his magnanimity. However, he drew a long breath, took a long snuff, and

observed, since they had brought him so far, he could not pass the Colonel's gate, and he would be happy to

see the new master of his old tenants. He alighted accordingly, as did the other gentlemen and ladies;he

gave his arm to his daughter, and as they descended the avenue, pointed out to her how speedily the 'DIVA

PECUNIA of the Southrontheir tutelary deity, he might call herhad removed the marks of spoliation.'

In truth, not only had the felled trees been removed, but, their stumps being grubbed up, and the earth round

them levelled and sown with grass, every mark of devastation, unless to an eye intimately acquainted with the

spot, was already totally obliterated. There was a similar reformation in the outward man of Davie Gellatley,

who met them, every now and then stopping to admire the new suit which graced his person, In the same

colours as formerly, but bedizened fine enough to have served Touchstone himself. He danced up with his

usual ungainly frolics, first to the Baron, and then to Rose, passing his hands over his clothes, crying, 'BRA',

BRA' DAVIE,' and scarce able to sing a bar to an end of his thousandandone songs, for the breathless

extravagance of his joy. The dogs also acknowledged their old master with a thousand gambols. 'Upon my

conscience, Rose,' ejaculated the Baron, 'the gratitude o' thae dumb brutes, and of that puir innocent, brings

the tears into my auld een, while that schellum Malcolmbut I'm obliged to Colonel Talbot for putting my

hounds into such good condition, and likewise for puir Davie. But, Rose, my dear, we must not permit them

As he spoke, Lady Emily, leaning upon the arm of her husband, met the party at the lower gate, with a

thousand welcomes. After the ceremony of introduction had been gone through, much abridged by the ease

and excellent breeding of Lady Emily, she apologized for having used a little art to wile them back to a place

which might awaken some painful reflections'But as it was to change masters, we were very desirous that

'Mr. Bradwardine, then, and Mr. Waverley, should see what we have done towards restoring the mansion

The Baron answered with a low bow. Indeed, when he entered the court, excepting that the heavy stables,

which had been burnt down, were replaced by buildings of a lighter and more picturesque appearance, all

seemed as much as possible restored to the state in which he had left it when he assumed arms some months

before. The pigeonhouse was replenished; the fountain played with its usual activity; and not only the Bear

who predominated over its basin, but all the other Bears whatsoever, were replaced on their several stations,

and renewed or repaired with so much care, that they bore no tokens of the violence which had so lately

descended upon them. While these minutiae had been so heedfully attended to, it is scarce necessary to add,

that the house itself had been thoroughly repaired, as well as the gardens, with the strictest attention to

maintain the original character of both, and to remove, as far as possible, all appearance of the ravage they

had sustained. The Baron gazed in silent wonder; at length he addressed Colonel Talbot:

'While I acknowledge my obligation to you, sir, for the restoration of the badge of our family, I cannot but

marvel that you have nowhere established your own crest, whilk is, I believe, a mastiff, anciently called a

At least such a dog is the crest of the martial and renowned Earls of Shrewsbury, to whom your family are

'I believe,' said the Colonel, smiling, 'our dogs are whelps of the same litter: for my part, if crests were to

dispute precedence, I should be apt to let them, as the proverb says, "fight dog, fight bear."'

As he made this speech, at which the Baron took another long pinch of snuff, they had entered the

housethat is, the Baron, Rose, and Lady Emily, with young Stanley and the Bailie, for Edward and the rest

of the party remained on the terrace, to examine a new greenhouse stocked with the finest plants. The Baron

resumed his favourite topic: 'However it may please you to derogate from the honour of your burgonet,

Colonel Talbot, which is doubtless your humour, as I have seen in other gentlemen of birth and honour in

your country, I must again repeat it as a most ancient and distinguished bearing, as well as that of my young

'Ye're a daft callant, sir,' said the Baron, who had a great liking to this young man, perhaps because he

sometimes teased him'Ye're a daft callant, and I must correct you some of these days,' shaking his great

brown fist at him. 'But what I meant to say, Colonel Talbot, is, that yours is an ancient PROSAPIA, or

descent, and since you have lawfully and justly acquired the estate for you and yours, which I have lost for

me and mine, I wish it may remain in your name as many centuries as it has done in that of the late

'And yet, sir, I cannot but marvel that you, Colonel, whom I noted to have so much of the AMOR PATRIAE,

when we met in Edinburgh, as even to vilipend other countries, should have chosen to establish your Lares,

or household gods, PROCUL A PATRIEA FINIBUS, and in a manner to expatriate yourself.'

'Why really, Baron, I do not see why, to keep the secret of these foolish boys, Waverley and Stanley, and of

my wife, who is no wiser, one old soldier should continue to impose upon another. You must know, then, that

I have so much of that same prejudice in favour of my native country, that the sum of money which I

advanced to the seller of this extensive barony has only purchased for me a box in shire, called Brerewood

Lodge, with about two hundred and fifty acres of land, the chief merit of which is, that it is within a very few

The Bailie, whom this reference regarded, and who had all this while shifted from one foot to another with

great impatience, 'like a hen,' as he afterwards said, 'upon a het girdle'; and chuckling, he might have added,

like the said hen in all the glory of laying an eggnow pushed forward: 'That I can, that I can, your Honour,'

drawing from his pocket a budget of papers, and untying the red tape with a hand trembling with eagerness.

'Here is the disposition and assignation, by Malcolm Bradwardine of InchGrabbit, regularly signed and

tested in terms of the statute, whereby, for a certain sum of sterling money presently contented and paid to

him, he has disponed, alienated, and conveyed the whole estate and barony of Bradwardine, Tully Veolan,

'To Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq.' pursued the Bailie, 'his heirs and assignees, simply and

'On the conscience of an honest man, Colonel, I read as short as is consistent with style.Under the burden

'Mr. Macwheeble, this would outlast a Russian wintergive me leave. In short, Mr. Bradwardine, your

family estate is your own once more in full property, and at your absolute disposal, but only burdened with

the sum advanced to repurchase it, which I understand is utterly disproportioned to its value.

'An auld sangan auld sang, if it please your Honours,' cried the Bailie, rubbing his hands; 'look at the rental

'Which sum being advanced by Mr. Edward Waverley, chiefly from the price of his father's property which I

bought from him, is secured to his lady your daughter, and her family by this marriage.'

'It is a catholic security,' shouted the Bailie, 'to Rose Comyne Bradwardine, ALIAS Wauverley, in liferent,

and the children of the said marriage in fee; and I made up a wee bit minute of an antenuptial contract,

INTUITU MATRIMONII, so it cannot be subject to reduction hereafter, as a donation INTER VIRUM ET

It is difficult to say whether the worthy Baron was most delighted with the restitution of his family property,

or with the delicacy and generosity that left him unfettered to pursue his purpose in disposing of it after his

death, and which avoided, as much as possible, even the appearance of laying him under pecuniary

obligation. When his first pause of joy and astonishment was over, his thoughts turned to the unworthy heir

male, who, he pronounced, 'had sold his birthright, like Esau, for a mess o' pottage.'

'But wha cookit the parritch for him?' exclaimed the Bailie; 'I wad like to ken thatwha but your Honour's to

command, Duncan Macwheeble? His Honour, young Mr. Wauverley, put it a' into my hand frae the

beginningfrae the first calling o' the summons, as I may say. I circumvented themI played at bogle about

the bush wi' themI cajoled them; and if I havena gien InchGrabbit and Jamie Howie a bonnie begunk,

they ken themselves. Him a writer! I didna gea slapdash to them wi' our young bra' bridegroom, to gar them

haud up the market; na, na; I scared them wi' our wild tenantry, and the MacIvors, that are but ill settled yet,

till they durstna on ony errand whatsoever gang ower the doorstane after gloaming, for fear John

Heatherblutter, or some siccan darethedeil, should tak a baff at them: then, on the other hand, I beflumm'd

them wi' Colonel Talbotwad they offer to keep up the price again' the Duke's friend? did they na ken wha

was master? had they na seen eneugh, by the sad example of mony a puir misguided unhappy body'

'Who went to Derby, for example, Mr. Macwheeble?' said the Colonel to him, aside.

'Oh' whisht, Colonel, for the love o' God! let that flee stick i' the wa'. There were mony good folk at Derby;

and it's ill speaking of halters,'with a sly cast of his eye toward the Baron, who was in a deep reverie.

Starting out of it at once, he took Macwheeble by the button, and led him into one of the deep window

recesses, whence only fragments of their conversation reached the rest of the party. It certainly related to

stamppaper and parchment; for no other subject, even from the mouth of his patron, and he, once more an

efficient one, could have arrested so deeply the Bailie's reverent and absorbed attention.

'I understand your Honour perfectly; it can be dune as easy as taking out a decreet in absence.'

'To her and him, after my demise, and to their heirsmale,but preferring the second son, if God shall bless

them with two, who is to carry the name and arms of Bradwardine of that Ilk, without any other name or

'Tut, your Honour!' whispered the Bailie, 'I'll mak a slight jotting the morn; it will cost but a charter of

Their private conversation ended, the Baron was now summoned to do the honours of TullyVeolan to new

guests. These were, Major Melville of Cairnvreckan, and the Reverend Mr. Morton, followed by two or three

others of the Baron's acquaintances, who had been made privy to his having again acquired the estate of his

fathers. The shouts of the villagers were also heard beneath in the courtyard; for Saunders Saunderson, who

had kept the secret for several days with laudable prudence, had unloosed his tongue upon beholding the

But, while Edward received Major Melville with politeness, and the clergyman with the most affectionate and

grateful kindness, his fatherinlaw looked a little awkward, as uncertain how he should answer the

necessary claims of hospitality to his guests, and forward the festivity of his tenants. Lady Emily relieved

him, by intimating, that, though she must be an indifferent representative of Mrs. Edward Waverley in many

respects, she hoped the Baron would approve of the entertainment she had ordered, in expectation of so many

guests; and that they would find such other accommodations provided, as might in some degree support the

ancient hospitality of TullyVeolan. It is impossible to describe the pleasure which this assurance gave the

Baron, who, with an air of gallantry half appertaining to the stiff Scottish laird, and half to the officer in the

French service, offered his arm to the fair speaker, and led the way, in something between a stride and a

minuet step, into the large dining parlour, followed by all the rest of the good company.

By dint of Saunderson's directions and exertions, all here, as well as in the other apartments, had been

disposed as much as possible according to the old arrangement; and where new movables had been necessary,

they had been selected in the same character with the old furniture, There was one addition to this fine old

apartment, however, which drew tears into the Baron's eyes. It was a large and spirited painting, representing

Fergus MacIvor and Waverley in their Highland dress; the scene a wild, rocky, and mountainous pass, down

which the clan were descending in the background. It was taken from a spirited sketch, drawn while they

were in Edinburgh by a young man of high genius, and had been painted on a fulllength scale by an eminent

London artist. Raeburn himself (whose Highland chiefs do all but walk out of the canvas) could not have

done more justice to the subject; and the ardent, fiery, and impetuous character of the unfortunate Chief of

Glennaquoich was finely contrasted with the contemplative, fanciful, and enthusiastic expression of his

happier friend. Beside this painting hung the arms which Waverley had borne in the unfortunate civil war;

Men must, however, eat, in spite both of sentiment and vertu; and the Baron, while he assumed the lower end

of the table, insisted that Lady Emily should do the honours of the head, that they might, he said, set a meet

example to the YOUNG FOLK. After a pause of deliberation, employed in adjusting in his own brain the

precedence between the Presbyterian kirk and Episcopal church of Scotland, he requested Mr. Morton, as the

stranger, would crave a blessing,observing, that Mr. Rubrick, who was at home, would return thanks for

the distinguished mercies it had been his lot to experience. The dinner was excellent. Saunderson attended in

full costume, with all the former domestics, who had been collected, excepting one or two, that had not been

heard of since the affair of Culloden. The cellars were stocked with wine which was pronounced to be superb,

and it had been contrived that the Bear of the Fountain, in the courtyard, should (for that night only) play

When the dinner was over, the Baron, about to propose a toast, cast a somewhat sorrowful look upon the

sideboard,which, however, exhibited much of his plate, that had either been secreted or purchased by

neighbouring gentlemen from the soldiery, and by them gladly restored to the original owner.

'In the late times,' he said, 'those must be thankful who have saved life and land; yet, when I am about to

pronounce this toast, I cannot but regret an old heirloom, Lady EmilyA POCULUM POTATORIUM,

Here the Baron's elbow was gently touched by his majordemo, and, turning round, he beheld, in the hands

of Alexander ab Alexandro, the celebrated cup of Saint Duthac, the Blessed Bear of Bradwardine! I question

if the recovery of his estate afforded him more rapture. 'By my honour,' he said, 'one might almost believe in

'I am truly happy,' said Colonel Talbot, 'that by the recovery of this piece of family antiquity, it has fallen

within my power to give you some token of my deep interest in all that concerns my young friend Edward.

But that you may not suspect Lady Emily for a sorceress, or me for a conjurer, which is no joke in Scotland, I

must tell you that Frank Stanley, your friend, who has been seized with a tartan fever ever since he heard

Edward's tales of old Scottish manners, happened to describe to us at second hand this remarkable cup. My

servant, Spontoon, who, like a true old soldier, observes everything and says little, gave me afterwards to

understand that he thought he had seen the piece of plate Mr. Stanley mentioned, in the possession of a

certain Mrs. Nosebag, who, having been originally the helpmate of a pawnbroker, had found opportunity,

during the late unpleasant scenes in Scotland, to trade a little in her old line, and so became the depositary of

the more valuable part of the spoil of half the army. You may believe the cup was speedily recovered; and it

will give me very great pleasure if you allow me to suppose that its value is not diminished by having been

A tear mingled with the wine which the Baron filled, as he proposed a cup of gratitude to Colonel Talbot, and

It only remains for me to say, that as no wish was ever uttered with more affectionate sincerity, there are few

which, allowing for the necessary mutability of human events, have been, upon the whole, more happily

Our journey is now finished, gentle reader; and if your patience has accompanied me through these sheets,

the contract is, on your part, strictly fulfilled. Yet, like the driver who has received his full hire, I still linger

near you, and make, with becoming diffidence, a trifling additional claim upon your bounty and good nature.

You are as free, however, to shut the volume of the one petitioner, as to close your door in the face of the

This should have been a prefatory chapter, but for two reasons: First, that most novel readers, as my own

conscience reminds me, are apt to be guilty of the sin of omission respecting that same matter of

prefaces;secondly, that it is a general custom with that class of students, to begin with the last chapter of a

work; so that, after all, these remarks, being introduced last in order, have still the best chance to be read in

There is no European nation, which, within the course of half a century, or little more, has undergone so

complete a change as this kingdom of Scotland. The effects of the insurrection of 1745,the destruction of

the patriarchal power of the Highland chiefs,the abolition of the heritable jurisdictions of the Lowland

nobility and barons,the total eradication of the Jacobite party, which, averse to intermingle with the

English, or adopt their customs, long continued to pride themselves upon maintaining ancient Scottish

manners and customs,commenced this innovation. The gradual influx of wealth, and extension of

commerce, have since united to render the present people of Scotland a class of beings as different from their

grandfathers as the existing English are from those of Queen Elizabeth's time, The political and economical

effects of these changes have been traced by Lord Selkirk with great precision and accuracy. But the change,

though steadily and rapidly progressive, has, nevertheless, been gradual; and, like those who drift down the

stream of a deep and smooth river, we are not aware of the progress we have made until we fix our eye on the

now distant point from which we have been drifted.Such of the present generation as can recollect the last

twenty or twentyfive years of the eighteenth century, will be fully sensible of the truth of this

statement;especially if their acquaintance and connexions lay among those, who, in my younger time, were

facetiously called 'folks of the old leaven,' who still cherished a lingering, though hopeless, attachment, to the

house of Stuart. This race has now almost entirely vanished from the land, and with it, doubtless, much

absurd political prejudicebut also, many living examples of singular and disinterested attachment to the

principles of loyalty which they received from their fathers, and of old Scottish faith, hospitality, worth, and

It was my accidental lot, though not born a Highlander (which may be an apology for much bad Gaelic), to

reside, during my childhood and youth, among persons of the above description;and now, for the purpose

of preserving some idea of the ancient manners of which I have witnessed the almost total extinction, I have

embodied in imaginary scenes, and ascribed to fictitious characters, a part of the incidents which I then

received from those who were actors in them. Indeed, the most romantic parts of this narrative are precisely

those which have a foundation in fact. The exchange of mutual protection between a Highland gentleman and

an officer of rank in the king's service, together with the spirited manner in which the latter asserted his right

to return the favour he had received, is literally true. The accident by a musketshot, and the heroic reply

imputed to Flora, relate to a lady of rank not long deceased. And scarce a gentleman who was 'in hiding' after

the battle of Culloden but could tell a tale of strange concealments, and of wild and hair'sbreadth 'scapes, as

extraordinary as any which I have ascribed to my heroes. Of this, the escape of Charles Edward himself, as

the most prominent, is the most striking example. The accounts of the battle of Preston and skirmish at

Clifton are taken from the narrative of intelligent eyewitnesses, and corrected from the History of the

Rebellion by the late venerable author of DOUGLAS. The Lowland Scottish gentlemen, and the subordinate

characters, are not given as individual portraits, but are drawn from the general habits of the period (of which

I have witnessed some remnants in my younger days), and partly gathered from tradition.

It has been my object to describe these persons, not by a caricatured and exaggerated use of the national

dialect, but by their habits, manners, and feelings; so as in some distant degree to emulate the admirable Irish

portraits drawn by Miss Edgeworth, so different from the 'Teagues' and 'dear joys,' who so long, with the

most perfect family resemblance to each other, occupied the drama and the novel.

I feel no confidence, however, in the manner in which I have executed my purpose. Indeed, so little was I

satisfied with my production, that I laid it aside in an unfinished state, and only found it again by mere

accident among other waste papers in an old cabinet, the drawers of which I was rummaging, in order to

accommodate a friend with some fishing tackle, after it had been mislaid for several years. Two works upon

similar subjects, by female authors, whose genius is highly creditable to their country, have appeared in the

interval; I mean Mrs. Hamilton's GLENBURNIE, and the late account of Highland Superstitions. But the first

is confined to the rural habits of Scotland, of which it has given a picture with striking and impressive

fidelity; and the traditional records of the respectable and ingenious Mrs. Grant of Laggan, are of a nature

I would willingly persuade myself, that the preceding work will not be found altogether uninteresting. To

elder persons it will recall scenes and characters familiar to their youth; and to the rising generation the tale

Yet I heartily wish that the task of tracing the evanescent manners of his own country had employed the pen

of the only man in Scotland who could have done it justice,of him so eminently distinguished in elegant

literature,and whose sketches of Colonel Caustic and Umphraville are perfectly blended with the finer

traits of national character. I should in that case have had more pleasure as a reader than I shall ever feel in

the pride of a successful author, should these sheets confer upon me that envied distinction. And as I have

inverted the usual arrangement, placing these remarks at the end of the work to which they refer, I will

There is a family legend to this purpose, belonging to the knightly family of Bradshaigh, the proprietors of

Haighhall, in Lancashire, where, I have been told, the event is recorded on a painted glass window. The

German ballad of the 'Noble Moringer' turns upon a similar topic. But undoubtedly many such incidents may

have taken place, where, the distance being great, and the intercourse infrequent, false reports concerning the

fate of the absent Crusaders must have been commonly circulated, and sometimes perhaps rather hastily

The attachment to this classic was, it is said, actually displayed, in the manner mentioned in the text, by an

unfortunate Jacobite in that unhappy period. He escaped from the jail in which he was confined for a hasty

trial and certain condemnation, and was retaken as he hovered around the place in which he had been

imprisoned, for which he could give no better reason than the hope of recovering his favourite Titus Livius. I

am sorry to add, that the simplicity of such a character was found to form no apology for his guilt as a rebel,

Nicholas Amhurst, a noted political writer, who conducted for many years a paper called the Craftsman,

under the assumed name of Caleb d'Anvers. He was devoted to the Tory interest, and seconded with much

ability the attacks of Pulteney on Sir Robert Walpole. He died in 1742, neglected by his great patrons, and in

Amhurst survived the downfall of Walpole's power, and had reason to expect a reward for his labours. If we

excuse Bolingbroke, who had only saved the shipwreck of his fortunes, we shall be at a loss to justify

Pulteney, who could with ease have given this man a considerable income. The utmost of his generosity to

Amhurst, that I ever heard of, was a hogshead of claret! He died, it is supposed, of a broken heart; and was

buried at the charge of his honest printer, Richard Franklin.'LORD CHESTERFIELD'S CHARACTERS

I have now given in the text the full name of this gallant and excellent man, and proceed to copy the account

'This memorable event,' says the pious writer, 'happened towards the middle of July, 1719. The major had

spent the evening (and, if I mistake not, it was the Sabbath) in some gay company, and had an unhappy

assignation with a married woman, whom he was to attend exactly at twelve. The company broke up about

eleven; and not judging it convenient to anticipate the time appointed, he went into his chamber to kill the

tedious hour, perhaps with some amusing book, or some other way. But it very accidentally happened that he

took up a religious book, which his good mother or aunt had, without his knowledge, slipped into his

portmanteau. It was called, if I remember the title exactly, THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER, or HEAVEN

TAKEN BY STORM; and it was written by Mr. Thomas Watson. Guessing by the title of it that he would

find some phrases of his own profession spiritualized in a manner which he thought might afford him some

diversion, he resolved to dip into it; but he took no serious notice of anything it had in it; and yet, while this

book was in his hand an impression was made upon his mind (perhaps God only knows how) which drew

after it a train of the most important and happy consequences. He thought he saw an unusual blaze of light

fall upon the book which he was reading, which he at first imagined might happen by some accident in the

candle: but lifting up his eyes, he apprehended, to his extreme amazement, that there was before him, as it

were suspended in the air, a visible representation of the Lord Jesus Christ upon the cross, surrounded on all

sides with a glory; and was impressed, as if a voice, or something equivalent to a voice, had come to him, to

this effect (for he was not confident as to the words)"Oh, sinner! did I suffer this for thee? and are these

thy returns?" Struck with so amazing a phenomenon as this, there remained hardly any life in him, so that he

sunk down in the armchair in which he sat, and continued, he knew not how long, insensible.'

'With regard to this vision,' says the ingenious Dr. Hibbert, 'the appearance of our Saviour on the cross, and

the awful words repeated, can be considered in no other light than as so many recollected images of the mind,

which, probably, had their origin in the language of some urgent appeal to repentance, that the colonel might

have casually read or heard delivered. From what cause, however, such ideas were rendered as vivid as actual

impressions, we have no information to be depended upon. This vision was certainly attended with one of the

most important of consequences connected with the Christian dispensationthe conversion of a sinner; and

hence no single narrative has, perhaps, done more to confirm the superstitious opinion that apparitions of this

awful kind cannot arise without a divine fiat.' Dr. Hibbert adds, in a note'A short time before the vision,

Colonel Gardiner had received a severe fall from his horse. Did the brain receive some slight degree of injury

from the accident, so as to predispose him to this spiritual illusion?'HIBBERT'S PHILOSOPHY OF

The courtesy of an invitation to partake a traveller's meal, or at least that of being invited to share whatever

liquor the guest called for, was expected by certain old landlords in Scotland, even in the youth of the author.

In requital, mine host was always furnished with the news of the country, and was probably a little of a

humorist to boot. The devolution of the whole actual business and drudgery of the inn upon the poor

gudewife, was very common among the Scottish Bonifaces. There was in ancient times, in the city of

Edinburgh, a gentleman of good family, who condescended, in order to gain a livelihood, to become the

nominal keeper of a coffee house, one of the first places of the kind which had been opened in the Scottish

metropolis. As usual, it was entirely managed by the careful and industrious Mrs. B; while her husband

amused himself with field sports, without troubling his head about the matter. Once upon a time the premises

having taken fire, the husband was met, walking up the High Street loaded with his guns and fishingrods,

and replied calmly to some one who inquired after his wife, 'that the poor woman was trying to save a parcel

of crockery, and some trumpery books'; the last being those which served her to conduct the business of the

There were many elderly gentlemen in the author's younger days, who still held it part of the amusement of a

journey 'to parley with mine host,' who often resembled, in his quaint humour, mine Host of the Garter in the

Sometimes the landlady took her share of entertaining the company. In either case, the omitting to pay them

due attention gave displeasure, and perhaps brought down a smart jest, as on the following occasion:

A jolly dame, who, not 'Sixty Years since,' kept the principal caravansary at Greenlaw in Berwickshire, had

the honour to receive under her roof a very worthy clergyman, with three sons of the same profession, each

having a cure of souls: be it said in passing, none of the reverend party were reckoned powerful in the pulpit.

After dinner was over, the worthy senior, in the pride of his heart, asked Mrs. Buchan whether she ever had

had such a party in her house before. 'Here sit I,' he said, 'a placed minister of the Kirk of Scotland, and here

sit my three sons, each a placed minister of the same kirk.confess, Luckie Buchan, you never had such a

party in your house before.' The question was not premised by any invitation to sit down and take a glass of

wine or the like, so Mrs. B. answered dryly, 'Indeed, Sir, I cannot just say that ever I had such a party in my

house before, except once in the fortyfive, when I had a Highland piper here, with his three sons, all

I am ignorant how long the ancient and established custom of keeping fools has been disused in England.

In Scotland the custom subsisted till late in the last century. At Glamis Castle, is preserved the dress of one of

the jesters, very handsome, and ornamented with many bells. It is not above thirty years since such a

character stood by the sideboard of a nobleman of the first rank in Scotland, and occasionally mixed in the

conversation, till he carried the joke rather too far, in making proposals to one of the young ladies of the

After the Revolution of 1688, and on some occasions when the spirit of the Presbyterians had been unusually

animated against their opponents, the Episcopal clergymen, who were chiefly non jurors, were exposed to

be mobbed, as we should now say, or rabbled, as the phrase then went, to expiate their political heresies. But

notwithstanding that the Presbyterians had the persecution in Charles II and his brother's time to exasperate

them, there was little mischief done beyond the kind of petty violence mentioned in the text.

I may here mention, that the fashion of compotation described in the text, was still occasionally practised in

Scotland in the author's youth. A company, after having taken leave of their host, often went to finish the

evening at the clachan or village, in 'womb of tavern.' Their entertainer always accompanied them to take the

The POCULUM POTATORIUM of the valiant Baron, his Blessed Bear, has a prototype at the fine old

Castle of Glamis, so rich in memorials of ancient times; it is a massive beaker of silver, double gilt, moulded

into the shape of a lion, and holding about an English pint of wine. The form alludes to the family name of

Strathmore, which is Lyon, and, when exhibited, the cup must necessarily be emptied to the Earl's health. The

author ought perhaps to be ashamed of recording that he has had the honour of swallowing the contents of the

Lion; and the recollection of the feat served to suggest the story of the Bear of Bradwardine. In the family of

Scott of Thirlestane (not Thirlestane in the Forest, but the place of the same name in Roxburghshire) was long

preserved a cup of the same kind, in the form of a jackboot. Each guest was obliged to empty this at his

When the landlord of an inn presented his guests with DEOCH AN DORUIS, that is, the drink at the door, or

the stirrupcup, the draught was not charged in the reckoning. On this point a learned Bailie of the town of

A., an alewife in Forfar, had brewed her 'peck of malt,' and set the liquor out of doors to cool; the cow of B.,

a neighbour of A. chanced to come by, and seeing the good beverage, was allured to taste it, and finally to

drink it up. When A. came to take in her liquor, she found the tub empty, and from the cow's staggering and

staring, so as to betray her intemperance, she easily divined the mode in which her 'brewst' had disappeared.

To take vengeance on Crummie's ribs with a stick, was her first effort. The roaring of the cow brought B., her

master, who remonstrated with his angry neighbour, and received in reply a demand for the value of the ale

which Crummie had drunk up. B. refused payment, and was conveyed before C., the Bailie, or sitting

Magistrate. He heard the case patiently; and then demanded of the plaintiff A., whether the cow had sat down

to her potation, or taken it standing. The plaintiff answered she had not seen the deed committed, but she

supposed the cow drank the ale standing on her feet; adding, that had she been near, she would have made her

use them to some purpose. The Bailie, on this admission, solemnly adjudged the cow's drink to be DEOCH

AN DORUISa stirrupcup, for which no charge could be made without violating the ancient hospitality of

Although canting heraldry is generally reprobated, it seems nevertheless to have been adopted in the arms and

mottoes of many honourable families. Thus the motto of the Vernons, VER NON SEMPER VIRET, is a

perfect pun, and so is that of the Onslows, FESTINA LENTE. The PERIISSEM NI PERIISSEM of the

Anstruthers is liable to a similar objection. One of that ancient race, finding that an antagonist, with whom he

had fixed a friendly meeting, was determined to take the opportunity of assassinating him, prevented the

hazard by dashing out his brains with a battleaxe. Two sturdy arms brandishing such a weapon, form the

usual crest of the family, with the above mottoPERIISSEM NI PERIISSEMI had died, unless I had

MacDonald of Barrisdale, one of the very last Highland gentlemen who carried on the plundering system to

any great extent, was a scholar and a wellbred gentleman. He engraved on his broadswords the wellknown

Indeed, the levying of blackmail was, before 1745, practised by several chiefs of very high rank, who, in

doing so, contended that they were lending the laws the assistance of their arms and swords, and affording a

protection which could not be obtained from the magistracy in the disturbed state of the country. The author

has seen a memoir of MacPherson of Cluny, chief of that ancient clan, from which it appears that he levied

protection money to a very large amount, which was willingly paid even by some of his most powerful

neighbours. A gentleman of this clan hearing a clergyman hold forth to his congregation on the crime of theft,

interrupted the preacher to assure him, he might leave the enforcement of such doctrines to Cluny

MacPherson, whose broadsword would put a stop to theft sooner than all the sermons of all the ministers of

An adventure, very similar to what is here stated, actually befell the late Mr. Abercromby of Tullibody,

grandfather of the present Lord Abercromby, and father of the celebrated Sir Ralph. When this gentlemen,

who lived to a very advanced period of life, first settled in Stirlingshire, his cattle were repeatedly driven off

by the celebrated Rob Roy, or some of his gang; and at length he was obliged, after obtaining a proper

safeconduct, to make the Cateran such a visit as that of Waverley to Bean Lean in the text. Rob received

him with much courtesy, and made many apologies for the accident, which must have happened, he said,

through some mistake. Mr. Abercromby was regaled with collops from two of his own cattle, which were

hung up by the heels in the cavern, and was dismissed in perfect safety, after having agreed to pay in future a

small sum of blackmail, in consideration of which Rob Roy not only undertook to forbear his herds in future,

but to replace any that should be stolen from him by other freebooters. Mr. Abercromby said, Rob Roy

affected to consider him as a friend to the Jacobite interest, and a sincere enemy to the Union. Neither of

these circumstances were true; but the laird thought it quite unnecessary to undeceive his Highland host at the

risk of bringing on a political dispute in such a situation. This anecdote I received many years since (about

This celebrated gibbet was, in the memory of the last generation, still standing at the western end of the town

of Crieff, in Perthshire. Why it was called the kind gallows, we are unable to inform the reader with certainty;

but it is alleged that the Highlanders used to touch their bonnets as they passed a place which had been fatal

to many of their countrymen, with the ejaculation'God bless her nain sell, and the Teil tamn you!' It may

therefore have been called kind, as being a sort of native or kindred place of doom to those who suffered

The story of the bridegroom carried off by Caterans on his bridalday is taken from one which was told to the

author by the late Laird of MacNab, many years since. To carry off persons from the Lowlands, and to put

them to ransom, was a common practice with the wild Highlanders, as it is said to be at the present day with

the banditti in the south of Italy. Upon the occasion alluded to, a party of Caterans carried off the bridegroom,

and secreted him in some cave near the mountain of Schehallion. The young man caught the smallpox

before his ransom could be agreed on; and whether it was the fine cool air of the place, or the want of medical

attendance, MacNab did not pretend to be positive; but so it was, that the prisoner recovered, his ransom

was paid, and he was restored to his friends and bride, but always considered the Highland robbers as having

This happened on many occasions. Indeed, it was not till after the total destruction of the clan influence, after

1745, that purchasers could be found who offered a fair price for the estates forfeited in 1715, which were

then brought to sale by the creditors of the YorkBuildings Company, who had purchased the whole, or

greater part, from Government at a very small price. Even so late as the period first mentioned, the prejudices

of the public in favour of the heirs of the forfeited families threw various impediments in the way of

This sort of political game ascribed to MacIvor was in reality played by several Highland chiefs, the

celebrated Lord Lovat in particular, who used that kind of finesse to the uttermost. The Laird of Mac was

also captain of an independent company, but valued the sweets of present pay too well to incur the risk of

losing them in the Jacobite cause. His martial consort raised his clan, and headed it in 1745. But the chief

himself would have nothing to do with kingmaking, declaring himself for that monarch, and no other, who

In explanation of the military exercise observed at the Castle of Glennaquoich, the author begs to remark, that

the Highlanders were not only well practised in the use of the broadsword, firelock, and most of the manly

sports and trials of strength common throughout Scotland, but also used a peculiar sort of drill, suited to their

own dress and mode of warfare. There were, for instance, different modes of disposing the plaid,one when

on a peaceful journey, another when danger was apprehended; one way of enveloping themselves in it when

expecting undisturbed repose, and another which enabled them to start up with sword and pistol in hand on

Previous to 1720, or thereabouts, the belted plaid was universally worn, in which the portion which

surrounded the middle of the wearer, and that which was flung around his shoulders, were all of the same

piece of tartan. In a desperate onset, all was thrown away, and the clan charged bare beneath the doublet, save

for an artificial arrangement of the shirt, which, like that of the Irish, was always ample, and for the sporran

The manner of handling the pistol and dirk was also part of the Highland manual exercise, which the author

Pork, or swine's flesh, in any shape, was, till of late years, much abominated by the Scotch, nor is it yet a

favourite food amongst them. King Jamie carried this prejudice to England, and is known to have abhorred

pork almost as much as he did tobacco. Ben Jonson has recorded this peculiarity, where the gipsy in a

James's own proposed banquet for the devil was a loin of pork and a poll of ling, with a pipe of tobacco for

In the number of persons of all ranks who assembled at the same table, though by no means to discuss the

same fare, the Highland Chiefs only retained a custom which had been formerly universally observed

throughout Scotland. 'I myself,' says the traveller Fynes Morrison, in the end of Queen Elizabeth's reign, the

scene being the Lowlands of Scotland, 'was at a knight's house, who had many servants to attend him, that

brought in his meat with their heads covered with blue caps, the table being more than half furnished with

great platters of porridge each having a little piece of sodden meat. And when the table was served, the

servants did sit down with us; but the upper mess, instead of porridge, had a pullet, with some prunes in the

Till within this last century, the farmers, even of a respectable condition, dined with their workpeople. The

difference betwixt those of high degree was ascertained by the place of the party above or below the salt, or,

sometimes, by a line drawn with chalk on the diningtable. Lord Lovat, who knew well how to feed the

vanity and restrain the appetites of his clansmen, allowed each sturdy Fraser, who had the slightest pretension

to be a Duinhewassel, the full honour of the sitting, but, at the same time, took care that his young kinsmen

did not acquire at his table any taste for outlandish luxuries. His Lordship was always ready with some

honourable apology, why foreign wines and French brandydelicacies which he conceived might sap the

hardy habits of his cousinsshould not circulate past an assigned point on the table.

In the Irish ballads relating to Fion (the Fingal of Mac Pherson), there occurs, as in the primitive poetry of

most nations, a cycle of heroes, each of whom has some distinguishing attribute: upon these qualities, and the

adventures of those possessing them, many proverbs are formed which are still current in the Highlands.

Among other characters, Conan is distinguished as in some respects a kind of Thersites, but brave and daring

even to rashness. He had made a vow that he would never take a blow without returning it; and having, like

other heroes of antiquity, descended to the infernal regions, he received a cuff from the Archfiend; who

presided there, which he instantly returned, using the expression in the text. Sometimes the proverb is worded

thus:'Claw for claw, and the devil take the shortest nails, as Conan said to the devil.'

The description of the waterfall mentioned in this chapter is taken from that of Ledeard, at the farm so called

on the northern side of Lochard, and near the head of the Lake, four or five miles from Aberfoyle. It is upon a

small scale, but otherwise one of the most exquisite cascades it is possible to behold. The appearance of Flora

with the harp, as described, has been justly censured as too theatrical and affected for the ladylike simplicity

of her character. But something may be allowed to her French education, in which point and striking effect

The clan of MacFarlane, occupying the fastnesses of the western side of Loch Lomond, were great

depredators on the Low Country; and as their excursions were made usually by night, the moon was

proverbially called their lantern. Their celebrated pibroch of HOGGIL NAM BO, which is the name of their

This noble ruin is dear to my recollection, from associations which have been long and painfully broken. It

holds a commanding station on the banks of the river Teith, and has been one of the largest castles in

Scotland. Murdock, Duke of Albany, the founder of this stately pile, was beheaded on the Castlehill of

Stirling, from which he might see the towers of Doune, the monument of his fallen greatness.

In 17456, as stated in the text, a garrison on the part of the Chevalier was put into the castle, then less

ruinous than at present. It was commanded by Mr. Stewart of Balloch, as governor for Prince Charles he was

a man of property near Callander. This castle became at that time the actual scene of a romantic escape made

by John Home, the author of Douglas, and some other prisoners, who, having been taken at the battle of

Falkirk, were confined there by the insurgents. The poet, who had in his own mind a large stock of that

romantic and enthusiastic spirit of adventure, which he has described as animating the youthful hero of his

drama, devised and undertook the perilous enterprise of escaping from his prison. He inspired his companions

with his sentiments and when every attempt at open force was deemed hopeless, they resolved to twist their

bedclothes into ropes, and thus to descend. Four persons, with Home himself, reached the ground in safety.

But the rope broke with the fifth, who was a tall lusty man. The sixth was Thomas Barrow, a brave young

Englishman, a particular friend of Home's. Determined to take the risk, even in such unfavourable

circumstances, Barrow committed himself to the broken rope, slid down on it as far as if could assist him, and

then let himself drop. His friends beneath succeeded in breaking his fall. Nevertheless, he dislocated his

ankle, and had several of his ribs broken. His companions, however, were able to bear him off in safety.

The Highlanders next morning sought for their prisoners with great activity. An old gentleman told the author

The Jacobite sentiments were general among the western counties, and in Wales. But although the great

families of the Wynnes, the Wyndhams, and others, had come under an actual obligation to join Prince

Charles if he should land, they had done so under the express stipulation, that he should be assisted by an

auxiliary army of French, without which they foresaw the enterprise would be desperate. Wishing well to his

cause, therefore, and watching an opportunity to join him, they did not, nevertheless, think themselves bound

in honour to do so, as he was only supported by a body of wild mountaineers, speaking an uncouth dialect,

and wearing a singular dress. The race up to Derby struck them with more dread than admiration. But it was

difficult to say what the effect might have been, had either the battle of Preston or Falkirk been fought and

Divisions early showed themselves in the Chevalier's little army, not only amongst the independent

chieftains, who were far too proud to brook subjection to each other, but betwixt the Scotch and Charles's

governor O'Sullivan, an Irishman by birth, who, with some of his countrymen bred in the Irish Brigade in the

service of the King of France, had an influence with the Adventurer much resented by the Highlanders, who

were sensible that their own clans made the chief, or rather the only strength of his enterprise. There was a

feud, also, between Lord George Murray, and James Murray of Broughton, the Prince's secretary, whose

disunion greatly embarrassed the affairs of the Adventurer. In general, a thousand different pretensions

divided their little army, and finally contributed in no small degree to its overthrow.

This circumstance, which is historical, as well as the description that precedes it, will remind the reader of the

war of La Vendee, in which the royalists, consisting chiefly of insurgent peasantry, attached a prodigious and

even superstitious interest to the possession of a piece of brass ordnance, which they called Marie Jeanne.

The Highlanders of an early period were afraid of cannon, with the noise and effect of which they were

totally unacquainted. It was by means of three or four small pieces of artillery that the Earl of Huntly and

Errol, in James VI's time, gained a great victory at Glenlivat, over a numerous Highland army, commanded

by the Earl of Argyle. At the battle of the Bridge of Dee, General Middleton obtained by his artillery a similar

success, the Highlanders not being able to stand the discharge of MUSKET'S MOTHER, which was the

name they bestowed on great guns. In an old ballad on the battle of the Bridge of Dee, these verses occur:

But the Highlanders of 1745 had got far beyond the simplicity of their forefathers, and showed throughout the

whole war how little they dreaded artillery, although the common people still attached some consequence to

The faithful friend who pointed out the pass by which the Highlanders moved from Tranent to Seaton, was

Robert Anderson, Junior, of Whitburgh, a gentleman of property in East Lothian. He had been interrogated

by the Lord George Murray concerning the possibility of crossing the uncouth and marshy piece of ground

which divided the armies, and which he described as impracticable. When dismissed, he recollected that there

was a circuitous path leading eastward through the marsh into the plain, by which the Highlanders might turn

the flank of Sir John Cope's position, without being exposed to the enemy's fire. Having mentioned his

opinion to Mr. Hepburn of Keith, who instantly saw its importance, he was encouraged by that gentleman to

awake Lord George Murray, and communicate the idea to him. Lord George received the information with

grateful thanks, and instantly awakened Prince Charles, who was sleeping in the field with a bunch of peas

under his head. The Adventurer received with alacrity the news that there was a possibility of bringing an

excellently provided army to a decisive battle with his own irregular forces. His joy on the occasion was not

very consistent with the charge of cowardice brought against him by Chevalier Johnstone, a discontented

follower, whose Memoirs possess at least as much of a romantic as a historical character. Even by the

account of the Chevalier himself, the Prince was at the head of the second line of the Highland army during

the battle, of which he says, 'It was gained with such rapidity, that in the second line, where I was still by the

side of the Prince, we saw no other enemy than those who were lying on the ground killed and wounded,

This passage in the Chevalier's Memoirs places the Prince within fifty paces of the best of the battle, a

position which would never have been the choice of one unwilling to take a share of its dangers. Indeed,

unless the chiefs had complied with the young Adventurer's proposal to lead the van in person, it does not

The death of this good Christian and gallant man is thus given by his affectionate biographer Dr. Doddridge,

'He continued all night under arms, wrapped up in his cloak, and generally sheltered under a rick of barley,

which happened to be in the field. About three in the morning he calledhis domestic servants to him, of

which there were four in waiting. He dismissed three of them with most affectionate Christian advice, and

such solemn charges relating to the performance of their duty and the care of their souls, as seemed plainly to

intimate that he apprehended it was at least very probable he was taking his last farewell of them. There is

great reason to believe that he spent the little remainder of the time, which could not be much above an hour,

in those devout exercises of soul which had been so long habitual to him and to which so many circumstances

did then concur to call him. The army was alarmed, by break of day, by the noise of the rebels' approach, and

the attack was made before sunrise, yet when it was light enough to discern what passed. As soon as the

enemy came within gunshot they made a furious fire; and it is said that the dragoons which constituted the

left wing immediately fled. The Colonel, at the beginning of the onset, which in the whole lasted but a few

minutes, received a wound by a bullet in his left breast, which made him give a sudden spring in his saddle

upon which his servant, who led the horse, would have persuaded him to retreat, but he said it was only a

wound in the flesh, and fought on, though he presently after received a shot in his right thigh. In the

meantime, it was discerned that some of the enemy fell by him, and particularly one man, who had made him

a treacherous visit but a few days before, with great profession of zeal for the present establishment.

'Events of this kind pass in less time than the description of them can be written, or than it can be read. The

Colonel was for a few moments supported by his men, and particularly by that worthy person

LieutenantColonel Whitney, who was shot through the arm here, and a few months after fell nobly at the

battle of Falkirk, and by Lieutenant West, a man of distinguished bravery, as also by about fifteen dragoons,

who stood by him to the last. But after a faint fire, the regiment in general was seized with a panic; and

though their Colonel and some other gallant officers did what they could to rally them once or twice, they at

last took a precipitate flight. And just in the moment when Colonel Gardiner seemed to be making a pause to

deliberate what duty required him to do in such circumstances, an accident happened, which must, I think, in

the judgement of every worthy and generous man, be allowed a sufficient apology for exposing his life to so

great hazard, when his regiment had left him. He saw a party of the foot, who were then bravely fighting near

him, and whom he was ordered to support, had no officer to head them; upon which he said eagerly, in the

hearing of the person from whom I had this account, "These brave fellows will be cut to pieces for want of a

commander," or words to that effect; which while he was speaking, he rode up to them and cried out, "Fire

on, my lads, and fear nothing." But just as the words were out of his mouth, a Highlander advanced towards

him with a scythe fastened to a long pole, with which he gave him so dreadful a wound on his right arm, that

his sword dropped out of his hand; and at the same time several others coming about him while he was thus

dreadfully entangled with that cruel weapon, he was dragged off from his horse. The moment he fell, another

Highlander, who, if the king's evidence at Carlisle may be credited (as I know not why they should not,

though the unhappy creature died denying it), was one MacNaught, who was executed about a year after,

gave him a stroke either with a broadsword or a Lochaberaxe (for my informant could not exactly

distinguish) on the hinder part of his head, which was the mortal blow. All that his faithful attendant saw

further at this time was, that, as his hat was falling off, he took it in his left hand, and waved it as a signal to

him to retreat, and added what were the last words he ever heard him speak, "Take care of yourself," upon

which the servant retired.'SOME REMARKABLE PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF COLONEL JAMES

I may remark on this extract, that it confirms the account given in the text of the resistance offered by some

of the English infantry. Surprised by a force of a peculiar and unusual description, their opposition could not

be long or formidable, especially as they were deserted by the cavalry, and those who undertook to manage

the artillery. But although the affair was soon decided, I have always understood that many of the infantry

It is scarcely necessary to say that the character of this brutal young Laird is entirely imaginary. A gentleman,

however, who resembled Balmawhapple in the article of courage only, fell at Preston in the manner

described. A Perthshire gentleman of high honour and respectability, one of the handful of cavalry who

followed the fortunes of Charles Edward, pursued the fugitive dragoons almost alone till near St. Clement's

Wells, where the efforts of some of the officers had prevailed on a few of them to make a momentary stand.

Perceiving at this moment that they were pursued by only one man and a couple of servants, they turned upon

him and cut him down with their swords. I remember, when a child, sitting on his grave, where the grass long

grew rank and green, distinguishing it from the rest of the field. A female of the family then residing at St.

Clement's Wells used to tell me the tragedy, of which she had been an eyewitness, and showed me in

The name of Andrea de Ferrara is inscribed on all the Scottish broadswords which are accounted of peculiar

excellence. Who this artist was, what were his fortunes, and when he flourished, have hitherto defied the

research of antiquaries; only it is in general believed that Andrea de Ferrara was a Spanish or Italian artificer,

brought over by James IV or V to instruct the Scots in the manufacture of sword blades. Most barbarous

nations excel in the fabrication of arms; and the Scots had attained great proficiency in forging swords, so

early as the field of Pinkie; at which period the historian Patten describes them as 'all notably broad and thin,

universally made to slice, and of such exceeding good temper, that as I never saw any so good, so I think it

It may be observed, that the best and most genuine Andrea Ferraras have a crown marked on the blades.

The incident here said to have happened to Flora, MacIvor, actually befell Miss Nairne, a lady with whom

the author had the pleasure of being acquainted. As the Highland army rushed into Edinburgh, Miss Nairne,

like other ladies who approved of their cause, stood waving her handkerchief from a balcony, when a ball

from a Highlander's musket, which was discharged by accident, grazed her forehead. 'Thank God' said she,

the instant she recovered, 'that the accident happened to me, whose principles are known. Had it befallen a

The Author of Waverley has been charged with painting the young Adventurer in colours more amiable than

his character deserved. But having known many individuals who were near his person, he has been described

according to the light in which those eye witnesses saw his temper and qualifications. Something must be

allowed, no doubt, to the natural exaggerations of those who remembered him as the bold and adventurous

Prince, in whose cause they had braved death and ruin; but is their evidence to give place entirely to that of a

I have already noticed the imputations thrown by the Chevalier Johnstone on the Prince's courage. But some

part at least of that gentleman's tale is purely romantic. It would not, for instance, be supposed, that at the

time he is favouring us with the highlywrought account of his amour with the adorable Peggie, the

Chevalier Johnstone was a married man, whose grandchild is now alive, or that the whole circumstantial

story concerning the outrageous vengeance taken by Gordon of Abbachie on a Presbyterian clergyman, is

entirely apocryphal. At the same time it may be admitted, that the Prince, like others of his family, did not

esteem the services done him by his adherents so highly as he ought. Educated in high ideas of his hereditary

right, he has been supposed to have held every exertion and sacrifice made in his cause as too much the duty

of the person making it, to merit extravagant gratitude on his part. Dr. King's evidence (which his leaving the

The ingenious editor of Johnstone's MEMOIRS has quoted a story said to be told by Helvetius, stating that

Prince Charles Edward, far from voluntarily embarking on his daring expedition, was literally bound hand

and foot, and to which he seems disposed to yield credit. Now, it being a fact as well known as any in his

history, and, so far as I know, entirely undisputed, that the Prince's personal entreaties and urgency positively

forced Boisdale and Lochiel into insurrection, when they were earnestly desirous that he would put off his

attempt until he could obtain a sufficient force from France, it will be very difficult to reconcile his alleged

reluctance to undertake the expedition, with his desperately insisting on carrying the rising into effect, against

the advice and entreaty of his most powerful and most sage partisans. Surely a man who had been carried

bound on board the vessel which brought him to so desperate an enterprise, would have taken the opportunity

It is averred in Johnstone's Memoirs, that Charles Edward left the field of Culloden without doing the utmost

to dispute the victory; and, to give the evidence on both sides, there is in existence the more trustworthy

testimony of Lord Elcho, who states, that he himself earnestly exhorted the Prince to charge at the head of the

left wing, which was entire, and retrieve the day, or die with honour. And on his counsel being declined, Lord

Elcho took leave of him with a bitter execration, swearing he would never look on his face again, and kept his

On the other hand, it seems to have been the opinion of almost all the other officers, that the day was

irretrievably lost, one wing of the Highlanders being entirely routed, the rest of the army outnumbered,

outflanked, and in a condition totally hopeless. In this situation of things, the Irish officers who surrounded

Charles's person interfered to force him off the field. A cornet who was close to the Prince, left a strong

attestation, that he had seen Sir Thomas Sheridan seize the bridle of his horse, and turn him round. There is

some discrepancy of evidence; but the opinion of Lord Elcho, a man of fiery temper, and desperate at the ruin

which he beheld impending, cannot fairly be taken in prejudice of a character for courage which is intimated

by the nature of the enterprise itself, by the Prince's eagerness to fight on all occasions, by his determination

to advance from Derby to London, and by the presence of mind which he manifested during the romantic

perils of his escape. The author is far from claiming for this unfortunate person the praise due to splendid

talents; but he continues to be of opinion, that at the period of his enterprise, he had a mind capable of facing

That Charles Edward had the advantages of a graceful presence, courtesy, and an address and manner

becoming his station, the author never heard disputed by any who approached his person, nor does he

conceive that these qualities are overcharged in the present attempt to sketch his portrait. The following

extracts, corroborative of the general opinion respecting the Prince's amiable disposition, are taken from a

manuscript account of his romantic expedition, by James Maxwell of Kirkconnel, of which I possess a copy,

by the friendship of J. Menzies, Esq., of Pitfoddells. The author, though partial to the Prince, whom he

faithfully followed, seems to have been a fair and candid man, and well acquainted with the intrigues among

'Everybody was mightily taken with the Prince's figure and personal behaviour. There was but one voice

about them. Those whom interest or prejudice made a runaway to his cause, could not help acknowledging

that they wished him well in all other respects, and could hardly blame him for his present undertaking.

Sundry things had concurred to raise his character to the highest pitch, besides the greatness of the enterprise,

and the conduct that had hitherto appeared in the execution of it. There were several instances of good nature

and humanity that had made a great impression on people's minds, I shall confine myself to two or three.

Immediately after the battle, as the Prince was riding along the ground that Cope's army had occupied a few

minutes before, one of the officers came up to congratulate him, and said, pointing to the killed, "Sir, there

are your enemies at your feet." The Prince, far from exulting, expressed a great deal of compassion for his

father's deluded subjects, whom he declared he was heartily sorry to see in that posture. Next day, while the

Prince was at Pinkiehouse, a citizen of Edinburgh came to make some representation to Secretary Murray

about the tents that city was ordered to furnish against a certain day. Murray happened to be out of the way,

which the Prince hearing of, called to have the gentleman brought to him, saying, he would rather dispatch

the business, whatever it was, himself, than have the gentleman wait, which he did, by granting everything

that was asked. So much affability in a young prince, flushed with victory, drew encomiums even from his

enemies. But what gave the people the highest idea of him, was the negative he gave to a thing that very

nearly concerned his interest, and upon which the success of his enterprise perhaps depended. It was

proposed to send one of the prisoners to London, to demand of that court a cartel for the exchange of

prisoners taken, and to be taken, during this war, and to intimate that a refusal would be looked upon as a

resolution on their part to give no quarter. It was visible a cartel would be of great advantage to the Prince's

affairs; his friends would be more ready to declare for him if they had nothing to fear but the chance of war in

the field; and if the court of London refused to settle a cartel, the Prince was authorized to treat his prisoners

in the same manner the Elector of Hanover was determined to treat such of the Prince's friends as might fall

into his hands: it was urged that a few examples would compel the court of London to comply. It was to be

presumed that the officers of the English army would make a point of it. They had never engaged in the

service but upon such terms as are in use among all civilized nations, and it could be no stain upon their

honour to lay down their commissions if these terms were not observed, and that owing to the obstinacy of

their own Prince. Though this scheme was plausible, and represented as very important, the Prince could

never be brought into it: it was below him, he said, to make empty threats, and he would never put such as

those into execution; he would never in cold blood take away lives which he had saved in heat of action, at

the peril of his own. These were not the only proofs of good nature the Prince gave about this time. Every day

produced something new of this kind. These things softened the rigour of a military government, which was

only imputed to the necessity of his affairs, and which he endeavoured to make as gentle and easy as

It has been said, that the Prince sometimes exacted more state and ceremonial than seemed to suit his

condition; but, on the other hand some strictness of etiquette was altogether indispensable where he must

otherwise have been exposed to general intrusion. He could also endure, with a good grace, the retorts which

his affectation of ceremony sometimes exposed him to. It is said, for example, that Grant of Glenmoriston

having made a hasty march to join Charles, at the head of his clan, rushed into the Prince's presence at

Holyrood with unceremonious haste, without having attended to the duties of the toilet. The Prince received

him kindly, but not without a hint that a previous interview with the barber might not have been wholly

unnecessary. 'It is not beardless boys,' answered the displeased Chief, 'who are to do your Royal Highness's

On the whole, if Prince Charles had concluded his life soon after his miraculous escape, his character in

history must have stood very high. As it was, his station is amongst those, a certain brilliant portion of whose

life forms a remarkable contrast to all which precedes, and all which follows it.

The following account of the skirmish at Clifton is extracted from the manuscript Memoirs of Evan

Macpherson of Cluny, chief of the clan Macpherson who had the merit of supporting the principal brunt of

that spirited affair. The Memoirs appear to have been composed about 1755, only ten years after the action

had taken place. They were written in France, where that gallant Chief resided in exile, which accounts for

'In the Prince's return from Derby back towards Scotland, my Lord George Murray, LieutenantGeneral,

cheerfully charg'd himself with the command of the rear; a post, which, altho' honourable, was attended with

great danger, many difficulties, and no small fatigue; for the Prince being apprehensive that his retreat to

Scotland might be cut off by Marischall Wade, who lay to the northward of him with an armie much superior

to what H. R. H. had, while the Duke of Comberland with his whole cavalrie followed hard in the rear, was

obliged to hasten his marches. It was not, therefore, possible for the artilirie to march so fast as the Prince's

armie, in the depth of winter, extremely bad weather, and the worst roads in England; so Lord George Murray

was obliged often to continue his marches long after it was dark almost every night, while at the same time,

he had frequent allarms and disturbances from the Duke of Comberland's advanc'd parties. Towards the

evening of the twentieeight December 1745, the Prince entered the town of Penrith, in the Province of

Comberland. But as Lord George Murray could not bring up the artilirie so fast as he wou'd have wish'd, he

was obliged to pass the night six miles short of that town, together with the regiment of MacDonel of

Glengarrie, which that day happened to have the arrear guard. The Prince, in order to refresh his armie, and to

give my Lord George and the artilirie time to come up, resolved to sejour the 29th at Penrith; so ordered his

little army to appear in the morning under arms, in order to be reviewed, and to know in what manner the

numbers stood from his haveing entered England. It did not at that time amount to 5000 foot in all, with about

400 cavalrie, composed of the noblesse who serv'd as volunteers, part of whom form'd a first troop of guards

for the Prince, under the command of My Lord Elchoe, now Comte de Weems, who, being proscribed, is

presently in France. Another part formed a second troup of guards under the command of My Lord

Balmirino, who was beheaded at the Tower of London. A third part serv'd under My Lord le Comte de

Kilmarnock, who was likewise beheaded at the Tower. A fourth part serv'd under My Lord Pitsligow, who is

also proscribed; which cavalrie, tho' very few in numbers, being all Noblesse, were very brave, and of infinite

advantage to the foot, not only in the day of battle, but in serving as advanced guards on the several marches,

and in patroling dureing the night on the different roads which led towards the towns where the army

'While this small army was out in a body on the 29th December, upon a rising ground to the northward of

Penrith, passing review, Mons. de Cluny with his tribe, was ordered to the Bridge of Clifton, about a mile to

southward of Penrith, after having pass'd in review before Mons. Patullo, who was charged with the

inspection of the troops, and was likewise Quarter Master General of the army, and is now in France. They

remained under arms at the Bridge, waiting the arrival of My Lord George Murray with the artilirie, whom

Mons. de Cluny had orders to cover in passing the bridge. They arrived about sunsett closely pursued by the

Duke of Comberland with the whole body of his cavalrie, reckoned upwards of 3000 strong, about a thousand

of whom, as near as might be computed, dismounted, in order to cut off the passage of the artilirie towards

the bridge, while the Duke and the others remained on horseback in order to attack the arrear. My Lord

George Murray advanced, and although he found Mons. de Cluny and his tribe in good spirits under arms, yet

the circumstance appear'd extremely delicate. The numbers were vastly unequall, and the attack seem'd very

dangerous; so my Lord George declin'd giving orders to such time as he ask'd Mons. de Cluny's oppinion. "I

will attack them with all my heart," says Mons. de Cluny, "if you order me." "I do order it then," answered

my Lord George, and immediately went on himself along with Mons. de Cluny, and fought sword in hand on

foot, at the head of the single tribe of Macphersons. They in a moment made their way through a strong

hedge of thorns, under the cover whereof the cavalrie had taken their station, in the struggle of passing which

hedge My Lord George Murray, being dressed EN MONTAGNARD, as all the army were, lost his bonnet

and wig; so continued to fight bareheaded during the action, They at first made a brisk discharge of their

firearms on the enemy, then attacked them with their sabres, and made a great slaughter a considerable time,

which obliged Comberland and his cavalrie to fly with precipitation and in great confusion; in so much, that

if the Prince had been provided in a sufficient number of cavalrie to have taken advantage of the disorder, it is

beyond question that the Duke of Comberland and the bulk of his cavalrie had been taken prisoners. By this

time it was so dark that it was not possible to view or number the slain, who filled all the ditches which

happened to be on the ground where they stood. But it was computed that, besides those who went off

wounded upwards of a hundred at least were left on the spot, among whom was Colonel Honeywood, who

commanded the dismounted cavalrie, whose sabre, of considerable value, Mons. de Cluny brought off and

still preserves; and his tribe lykeways brought off many arms;the Colonel was afterwards taken up, and,

his wounds being dress'd, with great difficultie recovered. Mons. de Cluny lost only in the action twelve men,

of whom some haveing been only wounded, fell afterwards into the hands of the enemy, and were sent as

slaves to America, whence several of them returned, and one of them is now in France, a serjeant in the

Regiment of Royal Scots. How soon the accounts of the enemie's approach had reached the Prince, H. R. H.

had immediately ordered MiLord le Comte de Nairne, Brigadier, who, being proscribed, is now in France,

with the three batalions of the Duke of Athol, the batalion of the Duke of Perth, and some other troups under

his command, in order to support Cluny, and to bring off the artilirie. But the action was intirely over before

the Comte de Nairne, with his command, cou'd reach nigh to the place. They therefore return'd all to Penrith,

and the artilirie marched up in good order. Nor did the Duke of Comberland ever afterwards dare to come

within a day's march of the Prince and his army dureing the course of all that retreat, which was conducted

As the heathen deities contracted an indelible obligation if they swore by Styx, the Scottish Highlanders had

usually some peculiar solemnity attached to an oath which they intended should be binding on them. Very

frequently it consisted in laying their hand, as they swore, on their own drawn dirk; which dagger, becoming

a party to the transaction, was invoked to punish any breach of faith. But, by whatever ritual the oath was

sanctioned, the party was extremely desirous to keep secret what the especial oath was, which he considered

as irrevocable. This was a matter of great convenience, as he felt no scruple in breaking his asseveration

when made in any other form than that which he accounted as peculiarly solemn; and therefore readily

granted any engagement which bound him no longer than he inclined. Whereas, if the oath which he

accounted inviolable was once publicly known, no party with whom he might have occasion to contract,

would have rested satisfied with any other. Louis XI of France practised the same sophistry, for he also had a

peculiar species of oath, the only one which he was ever known to respect, and which, therefore, he was very

unwilling to pledge. The only engagement which that wily tyrant accounted binding upon him, was an oath

by the Holy Cross of Saint Lo d'Angers, which contained a Portion of the True Cross. If he prevaricated after

taking this oath, Louis believed he should die within the year. The Constable Saint Paul, being invited to a

personal conference with Louis, refused to meet the king unless he would agree to ensure him safe conduct

under sanction of this oath. But, says Comines, the king replied, he would never again pledge that

engagement to mortal man, though he was willing to take any other oath which could be devised. The treaty

broke off, therefore, after much chaffering concerning the nature of the vow which Louis was to take. Such is

ABIIT, EVASIT, ERUPIT, EFFUGIT, more correctly the quotation is, 'abiit, excessit, evasit, erupit': varying

ADSCRIPTI GLEBAE, slaves, transferred with the land to which they are bound, from one possessor to

C'EST DES DEUX OREILLES, properly, 'c'est d'une oreille,' an expression appreciative of good wine.

C'EST L'HOMME KI SE BAST ET KI CONSEILLE, it is the man who fights and gives counsel.

ELISOS OCULOS, ET SICCUM SANGUINE GUTTUR, eyes squeezed out of his head, and throat drained

ET SINGULA PRAEDANTUR ANNI, the passing years rob us of every thing we possess, one by one.

FEROCIORES IN ASPECTU, MITIORES IN ACTU, fierce in appearance, in behaviour mild.

FORISFAMILIATED, excluded from the family, out of the jurisdiction of the head of the family.

HAGGIS, a dish composed of the pluck, of a sheep, with oatmeal, suet, onions, boiled inside the animal's

IMPIGER, IRACUNDUS, INEXORABILIS, ACER, untiring, swift to wrath, unyielding, keen.

IN REBUS BELLICIS MAXIME DOMINATUR FORTUNA, in matters of war, Luck has most to say.

IN SERVITIO EXUENDI, SEU DETRAHENDI. CALIGAS REGIS POST BATALLIAM, for the service of

LAPIS OFFENSIONIS ET PETRA SCANDALI, a stone of stumbling and a rock of offence.

LES COUSTUSMES DE NORMANDIE, C'EST L'HOMME KI SE BAST ET KI CONSEILLE, [according

LIBER PATER, Father Liber; an old Italian deity, afterwards identified with Bacchus.

NUNC INSANUS AMOR, FACE="ARIAL"> 'Love's frenzy keeps me still in war's array Where bolts fly

OBSIDIONAL CROWN, the reward of a commander who delivered a town from siege; here used

O VOUS QUI BUVEZ, FACE="ARIAL"> 'O you, who drink from flagons full, From out this happy

fountain cool, Here where, upon the banks, you see Only the flocks of silly sheep, With rustic maids for

PUER (JUVENIS) BONAE SPEI ET MAGNAE INDOLIS, a youth of promising future and of high

18. CHAPTER XIV. A DISCOVERY--WAVERLEY BECOMES DOMESTICATED AT TULLY-VEOLAN, page = 48

33. CHAPTER XXIX. WAVERLEY'S RECEPTION IN THE LOWLANDS AFTER HIS HIGHLAND TOUR, page = 105

34. CHAPTER XXX. SHOWS THAT THE LOSS OF A HORSE'S SHOE MAY BE A SERIOUS INCONVENIENCE, page = 111