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 always sneer ing at her father." "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 objection-none. had settled the thing entirely in my own mind." "But had you asked the Baron's consent," said Waverley 66 or Rose's?" "To what purpose? To have spoken to the Baron before I had assumed my title would have only provoked a prema ture and irritating discussion on the subject of the change name, when, as Earl of Glennaquoich, I had only to propose to him to carry his d-d bear and boot-jack party per pale, or in a scutcheon of pretence, or in a separate shield perhaps any 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." "Perhaps the same that your sister makes to me, you being satisfied." -- Fergus gave a broad stare at the comparison which this Supposition implied, but cautiously suppressed the answer which rose to his tongue. "O, we should easily have arranged all that. So, sir, I craved a private interview, and this morn ing was assigned; and I asked you to meet me here, thinking like a fool, that I should want your countenance as bride's man. Well-I state my pretensions-they are not denied the promises so repeatedly made, and the patent granted -they are acknowledged. But I propose, as a natural con sequence, to assume the rank which the patent bestowed-I have the old story of the jealousy of C and Mtrumpt up against me I resist this pretext, and offer to procure their written acquiescence, in virtue of the date of my patent as prior to their silly claims-I 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 eluctance to come out, agreeable to his promise twenty times ›ledged, under a pretended jealousy of the Prince's partiality Ο me. And, to leave this miserable driveller without a >retence for his cowardice, the Prince asks it as a personal avour of me, forsooth, not to press my just and reasonable equest at this moment. After this, put your faith in princes!" "And did your audience end here?" "End? O no! I was determined to leave him no preence 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 sacrifice; and then I explained to him my full plan." "And what did the Prince answer?" "Answer? why-it 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 confident, 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 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 off, and left me planté la." "And what did you do?" "I'll tell you what I could have done at that moment-sold 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 well to himself.-Bisogna coprirsi, Signor." 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 analyze the mixture of feeling which the narrative had awakened in his own bosom. CHAPTER LIV "TO ONE THING CONSTANT NEVER” "I AM the very child of caprice," said Waverley to himself, a he bolted the door of his apartment, and paced it with hasty steps-"What is it to me that Fergus Mac-Ivor 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 tender ness, and dedicated myself to one who will never love morta man, unless old Warwick, the King-maker, should arise from the dead. The Baron too-I would not have cared about his estate, and so the name would have been no stumbling-block The devil might have taken the barren moors, and drawn of the royal caliga, for any thing 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 Mac-Ivor. He will not use her ill, to be sure of that he is incapable-but he will neglect her after the first month; he will be too intent on subduing some rival chieftain, 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 then will canker sorrow eat her bud, And chase the native beauty from her cheek ; And dim and meagre as an ague fit, And so she'll die. 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 much, handsomer than Rose. She is taller indeed, and her manner more formed; but many people think Miss Bradwardine's more natural; and she is ertainly much younger. I should think Flora is two years lder than I am-I will look at them particularly this evening." And with this resolution Waverley went to drink tea (as the ashion was Sixty Years since) at the house of a lady of uality, attached to the cause of the Chevalier, where he und, as he expected, both the ladies. All rose as he entered, ut Flora immediately resumed her place, and the conversaon in which she was engaged. Rose, on the contrary, almost nperceptibly made a little way in the crowded circle for his dvancing the corner of a chair." Her manner, upon the hole, is most engaging," said Waverley to himself. A dispute occurred whether the Gaelic or Italian language as most liquid, and best adapted for poetry: the opinion for e Gaelic, which probably might not have found supporters Isewhere, was here fiercely defended by seven Highland ladies, ho talked at the top of their lungs, and screamed the comany deaf, with examples of Celtic euphonia. Flora, observing e Lowland ladies sneer at the comparison, produced some easons to show that it was not altogether so absurd; but lose, when asked for her opinion, gave it with animation in raise of Italian, which she had studied with Waverley's ssistance. "She has a more correct ear than Flora, though less accomplished musician," said Waverley to himself. I suppose Miss Mac-Ivor will next compare Mac-Murrough an Fonn to Ariosto!" Lastly, it so befell that the company differed whether Fergus hould be asked to perform on the flute, at which he was an dept, or Waverley invited to read a play of Shakspeare; and the ady of the house good-humouredly undertook to collect the otes of the company for poetry or music, under the condition, hat the gentleman whose talents were not laid under contribuion 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, provided the Baron would take his violin to accompany Fergus. "I wish you joy of your taste, Miss Mac-Ivor," 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 Shakspeare 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 admirers. "She has more feeling too," sai Waverley, internally. 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 old-fashioned 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, of Taggart, or whatever was his name, to stick him under the other gentleman's arm while he was redding the fray." 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 de scribed," 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 tells you,'From love's weak, childish bow she lives unharmed;' and again, 6 'She hath forsworn to love.' 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 con ceive a situation more calculated to enhance the ardour of Romeo's affection for Juliet, that his being at once raised by |