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time their numbers have gradually diminished; but a good many are still to be found in the western counties, and soveral, with a better temper than in 1707, have now taken arms for government. This person, whom they call Gisted Gilfillan, has been long a leader among them, and now heads a small party, which will pass here to-day, or to-morrow, on their march towards Stirling, under whose escort Major Melvillc proposes you shall travel. I would willingly speak to Gilfiilan 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 I may obtain his permission to visit you again in the course of the day.”
THINGS MEND A LITTLE.
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 hearlily 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 According to his second edition of the intelligence, the Highlanders had withdrawn from the Lowland frontier with the purpose of following the army in their march to Inverness.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 upon that occasion.
This news put him in such good-humour, that he readily acquiesced in Mr. Morlon's proposal to pay some hospitable attention to his unfortunate guest, and yoluntarily 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 lo prevail on his young friend to accept the invitation. He dared not urge to him the real motive, which was a good-nalured wish to secure a favourable report of Waverley's case froin Major Melville lo 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 invilation argued the major's disbelief of any part of the accusation which was inconsistent with Waverley’s conduct as a soldier and 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 sliff 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 winè was excellent. He told his old campaign ‘slories, 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 sealed. Waverley, whose life was a dream, gave ready way to the predominaling 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 multered 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 high-road, and he was followed by his guests.
The drum advanced, beating no measured martial tune, but a kind of rub-a-dub-dub, like that with which the fire-drum startles the slumbering arlizans of a Scotch burgh. It is the object of this history lo do justice to all men; I must therefore record, in justice to the drummer, that be 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, persecutive tune, and commanded the drummer to beat the 1191h Psalm. As this was beyond the capacity of the drubber of sheepskin, he was fain to have recourse lo the inoffensive row-dow-dow, as a harmless substitute for the sacred music which his instrument or skill were unable to achieve. This may be held a trifling anecdole, but the drummer in question was no less than town-drummer of Anderton.. I remember his successor in office a member of that enlightened body, the British Convention : Be his memory, therefore, treated with due respect.
A VOLUNTEER SIXTY YEARS SINCE.
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 high-road from which the martial music proceeded. Waverley and his new friend followed him, though probably he would have dispensed with their altendance. They soon recognised in solemn march, first, the performer upon the drum ; secondly, a large flag of four compartments, on 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 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 perseculing inquisitor, as terrific in power as unyielding in adversity; any of these seemed congenial characters to this personage. With these high trails of energy, there was something in the affected precision and solemnity of his deporlment 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 beller materials indeed than that of the lower rank, but in po respect affecling 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, might have seen the rout of Pentland, or Both well Brigg
As he came up a few steps to meet Major Melville, and louched solemnly, but slightly, his huge and overbrimmed blue bonnet, in answer to the major, who had courteously raised a small Iriangular gold-laced hat, Waverley was irresistibly impressed with the idea that he beheld a leader of the Roundheads of yore, in conference with one of Marlborough's captains.
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 fronl were a few who apparently partook of their leader's enthusiasm; men obviously to be feared in a combat where their natural courage was exalled by religious zeal. Others puffed and strutled, filled with the importance of carrying arms, and all the novelly 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 fellows to the right about.
Greeting, however, Mr. Gilfillan civilly, he requested to know if he had received the lelter 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 the very penetralia of his person.
“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 souls were refreshed with the word.”
“I am sorry, sir,” replied the Major, “ you did not trust to your refreshing your men at Cairnyreckan ; whatever my house contains is at the command of persons employed in the service."
“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. Jabesh Rentowel, for the out-pouring of the afternoon exhortation."
“And have you, sir," said the Major, “when the rebels are
about to spread themselves through this country, actually left a great part of your command at a field-preaching?"
GilAllan again smiled scornfully as he made this indirect answer, —“Even thus are the children of this world wiser in their generation than the children of light!”
“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 file-leader, instead of straggling like geese upon a common; and, for fear of surprise, I further recommend to you to form a small advance-party 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 nol 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 anent my doings from Major William Melville of Cairnvreckan."
Major Melville reddened even to the well-powdered ears which appeared beneath his neat military side-curls, 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 lo rem commend this gentleman to your civilily, 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 Cairnyreckan more agreeable than circumstances have permilled on this occasion."
So saying, he shook our hero by the hand. Morton also look an affectionate farewell, and Waverley, having mounted his horse, with a musketeer leading it by the bridle, and a file upon each side lo