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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 would at any other time 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 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 off, and left me planté la."

"And what did you do?"

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"I'll tell you what I could have done at that moment -sold myself to the devil or the Elector, which ever 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 coprersi, 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 feelings which the narrative had awakened in his own bosom.

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CHAPTER X.

"To one thing constant never."

"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 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 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 stumbling block. The devil might have taken the barren moors, and drawn off the royal caliga, for what 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, 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.

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And then will canker sorrow eat her bud,
And chase the native beauty from her cheek,
And she will look as hollow as a ghost,
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 certainly much younger. I should think Flora is two years older than I am-I will look at them particularly this evening."

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 advanceing the corner of a chair."-" Her manner, upon the whole, is most engaging," thought Waverley.

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 Mac-Ivor will next compare Mac-Murrough nan Fohn to Ariosto."

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 Shakspeare; and the lady of the house good-humouredly 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 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 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 dra ma 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," said

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, or 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 described 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

She hath forsworn to love.'

"Now, as it was impossible that Romeo's love supposing him a reasonable being, could continue 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 appears first upon the scene, to the ecstatic state in which he exclaims

come what sorrow can,

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

That one short moment gives me in her sight." "

"Good now, Miss Mac-Ivor," said a young lady of quality," do you mean to cheat us of our prerogative; will you persuade us love cannot subsist without hope, or that the lover must become fickle if the lady is cruel? O fie! I did not expect such an unsentimental conclusion."

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