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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".
THE ADIEUS OF WAVERLEY.
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 heir-loom, 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 dropt 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 lo lake 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 ils revival depends upon you; therefore, as far as duty and honour will permit, avoid danger-I mean uonecessary 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 man--for 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 rubrick, 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
'These Introductory Chapters bave been a good deal censured as tedious and unneces sary. Yet there are circumstances recorded in them which the author has not been able to persuade himself to retract or cancel.
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 sor 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 Baronel, compared lo Sir Hildebrand, when he mustered before the gate of the Hall a larger hody of horse than your whole regiment consists of. I could have wished that lhese lwenly 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
but I am lold their attendance would be thought unusual in these days, when every new and foolish fashion is introduced lo break the natural dependence of the people upon their landlords."
Sir Everard had done his best to correct this unnalural disposition of the limes; for he had brightened the chain of attachment belween 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 flox-silk, according to ancient form, and sealed with an accurate impression of the Waverley coal-of-arms. It was addressed, with great formalily, “ To Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq. of Bradwardine, at his principal mansion of Tully-Veolan, in Perthshire, North Britain. These-By the hands of Captain Edward Waverley, nephew of Sir Everard Waverley, of Waverley-Honour, Bart."
The gentleman lo 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 Stewart 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 belween 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 recognised, 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; lo which he replied, that he had intended to do so, but, in good failh, he had returned to seek his Titus Livius, which he
had forgot in the hurry of his escape'. The simplicity of this anecdote struck the gentleman, who, as we before observed, had managed the defence of some of those unfortunale 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 cætera, 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 Westminster.
The Baron of Bradwardine, for he was generally so called in Scolland (although his intimates, from his place of residence, used to denominate bim Tully-Veolan, or, more familiarly, Tully), no sooner stood rectus in curia, than he posted down to pay his respecls and make his acknowledgments 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 Waverley-Honour, the baron departed with many expressions of regard, warmly pressing the Baronet to return his visit, and partake of the diversion of grouse shooting 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 faclor, baron-bailie, and man of resource, that he had a fit of the cholic which lasted for five days, occasioned, he said, solely and ulterly 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. Bul patriotism, as it is the fairest, so it is often the most suspicious mask of other v 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 Westmin
The allachment to this classic was, it is said, actually displayed, in the manner mentioned in the text, by an unfortunate Jacobile in that unhappy period. He escaped from the jait 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 wbich 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 built as a rebel, and that he was condemned and executed.
ster much less had they not come from Bradwardine estale, a fund which he considered as more particularly his own. But the bailie protested he was absolutely disinterested
“ Woe, woe, for Scotland, not a whit for me!"
The laird was only rejoiced that his worthy friend, Sir Everard Waverley of Waverley-Honour, was reimbursed of the expendilure which he had oullaid 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, it would be a matier of national reproach, Sir Everard, accustomed to treat much larger sums with indifference, received the remillance of 2941., 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 comforling his cholic by intercepting the subsidy. A yearly intercourse look place, of a short letter, and a hamper or a cask or two, belween Waverley-Honour and Tully-Veolan, the English exports consisting of mighty cheeses and mightier ale, pheasants, and venison, and the Scottish relurns 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 maller of course, that the heir-apparent of Waverley-Honour could not wilh propriety visit Scotland without being furnished with credentials to the Baron of Bradwardine.
When this matter was explained and seltled, Mr. Pembroke expressed his wish to take a private and particular leave of his dear pupil. The good man's exbortations to Edward to preserve an unblemished life and morals, lo hold fast the principles of the Christian religion, and to eschew the profane company of scoffers and lalitudinarians, 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 utler darkness ; and, excepting a sorrowsul, scattered, and perseculed remnant, the pulpits were abandoned lo Presbylerians, and, he feared, to sectaries of every descriplion. It should be his duty to fortify bis 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 iwo immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain a whole ream of closely written 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 lire 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 Jacobiles. The moment Mr. Pembroke had uttered the Shibboleth, with the appropriate gesture, the bibliopolist greeted him, notwithstanding every disclamation, by the lille of doctor, and conveying him into his back shop, after inspecting every possible and impossible place of concealment, he commenced : “Eh, doctor!-Well-all under the rose-snug -I keep no holes here even for a Hanoverian rat to hide in. And, what-eh! any good news from our friends over the water?-and how does the worthy King of France ?--Or perhaps you are more lalely from Rome? ii must be Rome will do it at last — the church must light its candle at the old lamp. - Eh-what, cautious? I like you the belter ; but no fear."
Here Mr. Pembroke with some difficulty slopt a torrent of interrogations, eked out with signs, nods, and winks; and, having at length convinced the bookseller that he did him loo much honour in supposing him an emissary of exiled royalty, he explained his aclual business.
The man of books, with a much more composed air, proceeded to examine the manuscripts. The litle of the first was A Dissent from Dissenters, or the Comprehension confuted; showing the Impossibility of any Coinposition 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 lwelvepenny 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. Hum-hum-hum-pages so many, paper so much, letterpress --Ah-I'll tell you, though, doctor, you must knock out some of the Latin and Greek; heavy, doctor, damnd heavy--(beg. your pardon) and if you throw in a few grains more pepper-I am he that never peached my author-I have published for Drake and