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ged 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 circumstance which recalled him to his official functions. He rose and went toward the window, which

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dub, like that with which the fire-drum startles the slumbering artizans of a Scotch bound 2 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 under the British army and had accordingly commenced with "Dumbarton's Drums," when he was si

lenced by Gifted Gilfillan, the commander of the party, who refused to permit his followers to move to this profane, and even, as he said, persecutive tune, and commanded the drummer to beat the 119th Psalm. As this was beyond the capacity of the drubber of sheep-skin, he was fain to have recourse to the inoffensive rowdow-dow, as a harmless substitute for the sacred music which his instrument or skill were unable to perform. This may be held aetrifling anecdote, but the drummer in question was no less than town-drummer of Anderton. I remember this successor indofficed a member of that enlightened? body, the British Convention: Be his me mory, therefore, treated with due respects

ais as Volunteer Sixty Years since. b sắt to -*01 9VIZ sock ådro 9. 2009 976d 07 9. UPON hearing the unwelcome sound of the drum, Major Melville hastily opened absashed door, and stepped out upon a sort of terrace which divided his house from the high road from which the martial music proceeded. Waverley and his new friend followed him, though probably he would have dispensed with their attend ance. They soon recognized in solemn march, first, the performer upon the drum; secondly, a large flag of four compartments, in which were inscribed the words, CoveNANT, KIRK, KING, KINGDOMS. The person who was honoured with this charge was followed by the commander of the party, a thin, dark, rigid-looking 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 fa naticism. It was impossible to behold him without the imagination placing him in some strange crisis, where religious zeal was the ruling principle. A martyr at the stake, ansoldier in the field, a lonely and banished wanderer, consoled by the inten sity and supposed purity of his faith under every earthly privation; perhaps a perse! cuting inquisitor, sas terrific in power as unyielding in adversity; any of these seemi ed 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 west-country peasant, of better materials indeed than that of the lower rank, but in no respect affecting either the mode of that age, or of the Scot tish gentry at any period. His arms were a broad-sword and pistols, which, from the antiquity of their appearance, might have been the route of Pentland, or Bothwell Brigg. 171181

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boAs he came up a few steps to meet Mas jor 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 im pressed. with the idea that he beheld a leader of the Roundheads of yore, in conference with one of Marlborough's cap tains. 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