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post assigned to him, the Highland gentleman commanded him to surrender, and received for reply a thrust, which he caught in his target. The officer was now defenceless, and the battle-axe of a gigantic Highlander (the miller of Invernahyle's mill) was uplifted to dash his brains out, when Mr. Stewart with difficulty prevailed on him to yield. He took charge of his enemy's property, protected his person, and finally obtained him liberty on his parole. The officer proved to be Colonel Whitefoord, an Ayrshire gentleman of high character and influence, and warmly attached to the House of Hanover; yet such was the confidence existing between these two honourable men, though of different political principles, that while the civil war was raging, and straggling officers from the Highland army were executed without mercy, Invernahyle hesitated not to pay his late captive a visit as he returned to the Highlands to raise fresh recruits, on which occasion he spent a day or two in Ayrshire among Colonel Whitefoord's Whig friends, as pleasantly and as good-humouredly as if all had been at peace around him.

After the battle of Culloden had ruined the hopes of Charles Edward and dispersed his proscribed adherents, it was Colonel Whitefoord's turn to strain every nerve to obtain Mr. Stewart's pardon. He went to the Lord Justice-Clerk, to the Lord Advocate, and to all the officers of state, and each application was answered by the production of a list, in which Invernahyle (as the good old gentleman was wont to express it) appeared 'marked with the sign of the beast!' as a subject unfit for favour or pardon.

At length Colonel Whitefoord applied to the Duke of Cumberland in person. From him also he received a positive refusal. He then limited his request, for the present, to a protection for Stewart's house, wife, children, and property. This was also refused by the duke; on which Colonel Whitefoord, taking his commission from his bosom, laid it on the table before his Royal Highness with much emotion, and asked permission to retire from the service of a sovereign who did not know how to spare a vanquished enemy. The duke was struck, and even affected. He bade the colonel take up his commission, and granted the protection he required. It was issued just in time to save the house, corn, and cattle at Invernahyle from the troops who were engaged in laying waste what it was the fashion to call the country of the enemy.' A small encampment of soldiers was formed on Invernahyle's property, which they spared while plundering the country around, and searching in every direction for the leaders of the insurrection, and for Stewart in particular. He was much nearer them than they suspected; for, hidden in a cave (like the Baron of Bradwardine), he lay for many days so near the English sentinels, that he could hear their muster-roll called. His food was brought to him by one of his daughters, a child of eight years old, whom Mrs. Stewart was under the necessity of entrusting with this commission; for her own motions, and those of all her elder inmates, were closely watched. With ingenuity beyond her years, the child used to stray about among the soldiers, who were rather kind to her, and thus seize the moment when she was unobserved, and steal into the thicket, when she deposited whatever small store of provisions she had in charge at some marked spot, where her father might find it. Invernahyle supported life for several weeks by means of these precarious supplies; and as he had been wounded in the battle of Culloden, the hardships which he endured were aggravated by great bodily pain. After the soldiers had removed their quarters, he had another remarkable escape.

As he now ventured to his own house at night, and left it in the morning, he was espied during the dawn by a party of the enemy, who fired at and pursued him. The fugitive being fortunate enough to escape their search, they returned to the house, and charged the family with harbouring one of the proscribed traitors. An old woman had presence of mind enough to maintain that the man they had seen was the shepherd. 'Why did he not stop when we called to him?' said the soldier.-' He is as deaf, poor man, as a peat-stack,' answered the ready-witted domestic. Let him be sent for directly.' The real shepherd accordingly was brought from the hill, and as there was time to tutor him by the way, he was as deaf when he made his appearance as was necessary to sustain his character. Invernahyle was afterwards pardoned under the Act of Indemnity.

The Author knew him well, and has often heard these circumstances from his own mouth. He was a noble specimen of the old Highlander, far descended, gallant, courteous, and brave, even to chivalry. He had been out, I believe, in 1715 and 1745; was an active partaker in all the stirring scenes which passed in the Highlands betwixt these memorable eras; and, I have heard, was remarkable,

among other exploits, for having fought a duel with the broadsword with the celebrated Rob Roy Mac-Gregor, at the Clachan of Balquhidder.

Invernahyle chanced to be in Edinburgh when Paul Jones came into the Firth of Forth, and though then an old man, I saw him in arms, and heard him exult (to use his own words) in the prospect of 'drawing his claymore once more before he died.' In fact, on that memorable occasion, when the capital of Scotland was menaced by three trifling sloops or brigs, scarce fit to have sacked a fishing village, he was the only man who seemed to propose a plan of resistance. He offered to the magistrates, if broadswords and dirks could be obtained, to find as many Highlanders among the lower classes as would cut off any boat's crew who might be sent into a town full of narrow and winding passages, in which they were likely to disperse in quest of plunder. I know not if his plan was attended to; I rather think it seemed too hazardous to the constituted authorities, who might not, even at that time, desire to see arms in Highland hands. A steady and powerful west wind settled the matter, by sweeping Paul Jones and his vessels out of the Firth.

If there is something degrading in this recollection, it is not unpleasant to compare it with those of the last war, when Edinburgh, besides regular forces and militia, furnished a volunteer brigade of cavalry,* infantry, and artillery, to the amount of six thousand men and upwards, which was in readiness to meet and repel a force of a far more formidable description than was commanded by the adventurous American. Time and circumstances change the character of nations and the fate of cities; and it is some pride to a Scotchman to reflect, that the independent and manly character of a country willing to entrust its own protection to the arms of its children, after having been obscured for half-a-century, has, during the course of his own lifetime, recovered its lustre.

No. VI.-GENERAL PREFACE, p. 8.

THE PUBLICATION OF WAVERLEY.

From Lockhart's Memoirs of Scott.

['THERE appeared in The Scots Magazine for February 1st, 1814, an announcement, that "Waverley; or, 'tis Sixty Years Since, a novel, in 3 vols. 12mo," would be published in March. And before Scott came into Edinburgh, at the close of the Christmas vacation, on the 12th of January, Mr. Erskine had perused the greater part of the first volume, and expressed his decided opinion that Waverley would prove the most popular of all his friend's writings. The MS. was forthwith copied by John Ballantyne, and sent to press.'

In a letter to his friend J. B. S. Morritt of Rokeby, dated July 9, 1814, Sir Walter says:

'Now, to go from one important subject to another, I must account for my own laziness, which I do by referring you to a small anonymous sort of a novel, in three volumes, Waverley, which you will receive by the mail of this day. It was a very old attempt of mine to embody some traits of those characters and manners peculiar to Scotland, the last remnants of which vanished during my own youth, so that few or no traces now remain. I had written great part of the first volume, and sketched other passages, when I mislaid the MS., and only found it by the merest accident as I was rummaging the drawers of an old cabinet; and I took the fancy of finishing it, which I did so fast that the last two volumes were written in three weeks.'

Again, in a subsequent note, he adds,

'As to Waverley, I will play Sir Fretful for once, and assure you that I left the story to flag in the first volume on purpose; the second and third have rather more bustle and interest. I wished (with what success Heaven knows) to avoid the ordinary error of novel writers, whose first volume is usually their best. But since it has served to amuse Mrs. Morritt and you usque ab initio, I have no doubt you will tolerate it even unto the end.'

The above statement respecting the time occupied in the composition of the two last volumes is borne out by the following anecdote, told by his future son-in-law, J. G. Lockhart :

'Happening to pass through Edinburgh in June 1814, I

[The Author was quarter-master of the Edinburgh Volunteer Light Horse.]

dined one day with William Menzies (afterwards Judge at the Cape of Good Hope), whose residence was then in George Street, situated very near to and within sight of the back windows of Scott's house in North Castle Street. It was a party of very young persons, most of them, like Menzies and myself, destined for the Bar of Scotland, all gay and thoughtless, enjoying the first flush of manhood, with little remembrance of the yesterday, or care of the

morrow.

you

'When my companion's worthy father and uncle, after seeing two or three bottles go round, left the juveniles to themselves, the weather being hot, we adjourned to a library which had one large window looking northwards. After carousing here for an hour or more, I observed that a shade had come over the aspect of my friend, who happened to be placed immediately opposite to myself, and said something that intimated a fear of his being unwell. "No," said he, "I shall be well enough presently, if will only let me sit where you are, and take my chair; for there is a confounded hand in sight of me here, which has often bothered me before, and now it won't let me fill my glass with a good will." I rose to change places with him accordingly, and he pointed out to me this hand which, like the writing on Belshazzar's wall, disturbed his hour of hilarity. "Since we sat down," he said, "I have been watching it-it fascinates my eye-it never stops-page after page is finished and thrown on that heap of MS., and still it goes on unwearied-and so it will be till candles are brought in, and God knows how long after that. It is the same every night-I can't stand a sight of it when I am not at my books."-"Some stupid, dogged, engrossing

clerk, probably," exclaimed myself, or some other giddy well youth in our society. "No, boys," said our host, know what hand it is-'tis Walter Scott's.' This was the hand that, in the evenings of three summer weeks, wrote the two last volumes of Waverley.'-From the Memoirs of Sir Walter Scott by J. G. Lockhart.]

[AUTHOR'S DEDICATION OF THE COLLECTED

EDITION OF THE WAVERLEY NOVELS.

ABBOTSFORD, 1829.]

To the King's Most Gracious Majesty.

SIRE-The Author of this Collection of Works of Fiction would not have presumed to solicit for them your Majesty's august patronage, were it not that the perusal has been supposed in some instances to have succeeded in amusing hours of relaxation, or relieving those of languor, pain, or anxiety, and therefore must have so far aided the warmest wish of your Majesty's heart, by contributing, in however small a degree, to the happiness of your People.

They are therefore humbly dedicated to your Majesty, agreeably to your Gracious Permission, by your Majesty's dutiful subject,

WALTER SCOTT.

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GLOSSARY TO WAVERLEY.

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A me vel de me, from or of me.

Amor patriae, patriotism.
Anilia, old wives' stories.
Ariette, song.
Assoilzie, acquit, release.
Assythment, compensa-
tion.
Au revoir, farewell.

Bisogna coprirsi, Signor, Take care of yourself,

sir.

Black-fishing, night fishing. Bodle,

small Scotch copper coin. Bogle about the bush, a

sort of 'hide and seek.' Bon vivant, jolly fellow. Boune, settle, prepare. Bra, brave, fine. Brae, hill. Breeks, breeches. Broo, broth. Brownie, local spirit or fairy. Bruckle, brittle. Bruik, enjoy. Brulzie, fray. Buckie, shell, refractory

person, scamp.

Bullsegg, half-gelded

bull.

Burgonet, kind of helmet. Buttock-mail, church penance for incontinency.

Bydand, awaiting.

Caisse militaire, military chest.

Caligae, shoes.
Callant, lad.
Canny, careful and re-
liable.
Cantrip, trick.
Carle, fellow, loon.
Cateran, robber, bandit.
Ceankinné, chieftain.
Cedant arma toga, yield-

ing arms to the gown. Cela ne tire à rien, that does not matter. Cela va sans dire, that goes with the saying. C'est d'une oreille, it is good wine. Chansons-à-boire, drinking songs. Chiel, fellow.

Ci-devant, formerly, late. Cinquième étage, fifth floor.

Clachan, village, hamlet. Clamhewit, stroke, hack. Claw for claw, as Conan said, see Note T, p.

173.

Coronach, wail for the dead.

Corps de garde, detachment on duty. Corrie, mountain hollow. Coup, upset. Coupe-jarret, hougher, hamstringer.

Cour plénière, full court. Couteau de chasse, hunting knife.

Cow yer cracks, stop your chatter.

Craig, neck.
Crames, booths.
Creagh, foray.
Cuittle, tickle.

Cum liberali potest, etc. (p. 28), with full power to hold courts and justiciaries, to erect pit and gallows, to institute trial and judgment, to buy and bind and seize thieves on or off the premises,

carrying their spoil in their hands or on their backs. Curragh, Highland boat or skiff. Currant, running. Cut - lugged, graning carles, crop-eared, groaning humbugs.

Daft, cracked, silly.

Dans son tort, in the

wrong. Deave, deafen. Decreet, order of decree. De facto, in fact, actually. Deil, devil. Deil's

buckie, devil's

scamp. De jure, by law, nominally.

De jure-jurando, concerning oaths. Deliver, nimble. Démêlé, quarrel. De re vestiaria, concern. ing clothes.

Dern path, bye path, secret path.

Diaoul! ceud mile mhalloich ort, Devil! a hundred thousand curses on you.

Dingle, tingle, shake.
Dings, excels, beats.
Dinmont, young wedder.
Dinna, do not.
Diva Pecunia, goddess
of riches.
Doer, steward.
Doiled, stupid.
Domus ultima, last
home.

Dorlach, portmanteau.
Dover, half asleep.
Dow, dove.

Dowff, deaf.

Droghling and coghling, wheezing and blowing.

Due donzellette garrule, two prattling damsels. Duinhe-wassel, gentle

man.

E'en, evening.
Een, eyes.

Eh bien! Ah well! Elisos oculos, etc. (p. 107), eyes squeezed out and

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Gite, wayside abode.
Gled, kite.
Gleg, active.
Glisk, glance.
Gloaming, twilight.
Gowd, gold, money.
Gree, agree.
Gripple, rapacious.
Gudeman and gude-
woman, husband and
wife, head of the house.
Gulae causa, for drink-

ing's sake. Gulpin, simpleton. Gusto, taste.

Hack and manger, reck-
less in prodigality.
Haddo's Hole, chapel in
old St. Giles' Church.
Hag, moss-ground.
Haggis, Scotch pudding
of minced meats.
Hail, whole.
Hallan, porch.
Hantle, good handful.
Havena, have not.
Heck and manger.
Hack.
Her ain sel', myself.
Hership, cattle stealing.
Het, hot.
Hill-folk, Covenanters.
Ho, thou.

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horse

Hog, ram gelding. Horning, enforcing payment of a debt. Horse couper, dealer. Houlerying and poulerying, hustling and pulling.

Howe, hollow, plain. Humana perpessi sumus, we have suffered every human mishap. Hurley - house,

broken

down manor-house. Hylax in limine latrat, dog barks at the gate.

Il faut vous mettre à la

marche, I want you to begin the march. Ilk, the same name,

'Bradwardine of that ilk' Bradwardine of

Bradwardine. Ilka, each, every. In ergastulo, in ward. In favorem, in favour of. Ingle, fireplace. In integrum, in entirety. In loco parentis, in place

of the parent. Inter virum et uxorem, between husband and wife. In the bees, stupefied. Intromit, meddle with. Intuitu matrimonij, in view of marriage.

Jet d'eau, ornamental fountain. Je vous remercie, I thank

you.

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Kemp, forty wisps of Merse, Berwickshire.

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La belle passion, the tender passion.

La houlette et la chalumeau, the shepherd's crook and pipe. Laird, squire. Laissez faire à Don Antoine, leave it to chance.

Land-louper,adventurer,

tramp. Lawing, bill, account, Le beau idéal, exalted conception, Leeland,grass or meadow land.

Les coustusmes de Nor-
mandie, etc. (p. 39),
According to the cus-
tom of Normandy, it is
the man that serves in
the field and at the
council board.
Letters of slains, writ
discharging murderer
from civil damages.
Levée en masse, mob.
Liber Pater, Bacchus.
Lie, old charter phrase
preceding a vernacular
word within a Latin
sentence.

Limmer, jade.
Luckie, dame.
Lunzie, waist.

Ma belle demoiselle, my pretty maiden. Madame

son épouse, madam his spouse. Mae, more. Mains, farm buildings. Mair tint at Sheriffmuir,

more men lost at the battle of Sheriffmuir. Mais cela viendra avec le temps, but that will come with time. Maist, most.

Mais très bien, but very well. Mal-à-propos, inappropriate. Malt abune the meal, the drink above the food, half seas over. Marchez donc, etc. (p. 137), March then, in God's name, for I have forgotten the English word, but you are fine men and understand me very well. Mask, prepare, cook. Maun, must. Mavortia pectora,martial

breasts.

Mess, parson.
Mickle, big.

Misguggle, bungle. Mister wight, sort of fellow.

Mon cœur volage, etc. (p. 31), My fickle heart, she said, is not for you, young man, it's for a soldier with a beard upon his chin; who wears a cap and feather, a shoe with reddened heel, and plays the flute and fiddle.

More, great, to be worshipped.

Moriter, et moriens, etc. (p. 163), Dies, and dying thinks upon his dear Argus. Mortis causa,

in the

event of death. Mousted, scented. Mutemus clypeos, etc. (p. 30), change the shields and adopt the Greek insignia ourselves.

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