Chapter XXII ———A darker departure is near, The death-drum is muffled, and sable the bier

Campbell* After a sleepless night, the first dawn of morning found Waverley on the esplanade in front of the old Gothic gate of Carlisle Castle. But he paced it long in every direction, before the hour when, according to the rules of the...

Chapter X The March

It is not our purpose to intrude upon the province of history. We shall therefore only remind our reader, that about the beginning of November the young Chevalier, at the head of about six thousand men at the utmost, resolved to peril...

Chapter III Rather unimportant

“I Was turned back,” said Fergus to Edward, “by a message from the Prince. But, I suppose, you know the value of this most noble colonel Talbot as a prisoner. He is held one of the best officers among the redcoats; a special...

Chapter XIX A Soldier’s Dinner

James Of The Needle was a man of his word, when whiskey was no party to the contract; and upon this occasion Callum Beg, who still thought himself in Waverley’s debt, since he had declined accepting compensation at the expence of mine Host of...

Chapter XVII An Old and a New Acquaintance

While he was deep sunk in his reverie, the rustle of tartans was heard behind him, a friendly arm clasped his shoulders, and a friendly voice exclaimed, “Said the Highland prophet sooth? Or must a second-sight go for nothing?” Waverley turned and was warmly embraced...

Chapter XI 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 heartily rejoice to see Mr Waverley completely extricated....

Chapter XIX The Chief and his Mansion

The ingenious licentiate Francisco de Ubeda, when he commenced his history of La Picara Justina Diez,*—which, by the way, is one of the most rare books of Spanish literature,—complained of his pen having caught up a hair, and forthwith begins, with more...

Chapter XVII The Hold of a Highland Robber

The party preserved silence, interrupted only by the monotonous and murmured chaunt of a Gaelic song,* sung in a kind of low recitative by the steersman, and by the dash of the oars, which the notes seemed to regulate, as they dipped...

Chapter X Rose Bradwardine and her Father

Miss Bradwardine was but seventeen; yet, at the last races of the county town of ——, upon her health being proposed among a round of beauties, the Laird of Bumperquaigh, permanent toast-master and croupier of the Bautherwhillery Club, not only said More...

Chapter IV Castle-Building

I Have already hinted that the dainty, squeamish, and fastidious taste acquired by a surfeit of idle reading, had not only rendered our hero unfit for serious and sober study, but had even disgusted him in some degree with that in which he had...