WAVERLEY'S RECEPTION IN THE LOWLANDS AFTER HIS HIGHLAND TOUR.
It was noon when the two friends stood at the top of the pass of Bally-Brough.``I must go no farther,'' said Fergus Mac-Ivor, who during the journey had in vain endeavoured to raise his friend's spirits.``If my cross-grained sister has any share in your dejection, trust me she thinks highly of you, though her present anxiety about the public cause prevents her listening to any other subject.Confide your interest to me; I will not betray it, providing you do not again assume that vile cockade.''
``No fear of that, considering the manner in which it has been recalled.Adieu, Fergus; do not permit your sister to forget me.''
``And adieu, Waverley; you may soon hear of her with a prouder title.Get home, write letters, and make friends as many and as fast as you can; there will speedily be unexpected guests on the coast of Suffolk, or my news from France has deceived me.''<*>
* The sanguine Jacobites, during the eventful years 1745--6, kept up the * spirits of their party by the rumour of descents from France on behalf of * the Chevalier St.George.
Thus parted the friends: Fergus returning back to his castle, while Edward, followed by Callum Beg, the latter transformed from point to point into a Low-country groom, proceeded to the little town of ------.
Edward paced on under the painful and yet not altogether embittered feelings which separation and uncertainty produce in the mind of a youthful lover.I am not sure if the ladies understand the full value of the influence of absence, nor do Ithink it wise to teach it them, lest, like the Clelias and Mandanes of yore, they should resume the humour of sending their lovers into banishment.Distance, in truth, produces in idea the same effect as in real perspective.Objects are softened and rounded, and rendered doubly graceful; the harsher and more ordinary points of character are mellowed down, and those by which it is remembered are the more striking outlines that mark sublimity, grace, or beauty.There are mists too in the mental as well as the natural horizon, to conceal what is less pleasing in distant objects, and there are happy lights to stream in full glory upon those points which can profit by brilliant illumination.
Waverley forgot Flora Mac-Ivor's prejudices in her magnanimity, and almost pardoned her indifference towards his affection, when he recollected the grand and decisive object which seemed to fill her whole soul.She, whose sense of duty so wholly engrossed her in the cause of a benefactor,---what would be her feelings in favour of the happy individual who should be so fortunate as to awaken them? Then came the doubtful question, whether he might not be that happy man,---a question which fancy endeavoured to answer in the affirmative, by conjuring up all she had said in his praise, with the addition of a comment much more flattering than the text warranted.All that was common-place---all that belonged to the every-day world---was melted away and obliterated in those dreams of imagination, which only remembered with advantage the points of grace and dignity that distinguished Flora from the generality of her sex, not the particulars which she held in common with them.Edward was, in short, in the fair way of creating a goddess out of a high-spirited, accomplished, and beautiful young woman; and the time was wasted in castle-building, until, at the descent of a steep hill, he saw beneath him the market-town of ------.
The Highland politeness of Callum Beg---there are few nations, by the way, who can boast of so much natural politeness as the Highlanders<*>---the Highland civility of his attendant * The Highlander, in former times, had always a high idea of his own * gentility, and was anxious to impress the same upon those with whom he * conversed.His language abounded in the phrases of courtesy and compliment;* and the habit of carrying arms, and mixing with those who did so, * made it particularly desirable they should use cautious politeness in their * intercourse with each other.
had not permitted him to disturb the reveries of our hero.But observing him rouse himself at the sight of the village, Callum pressed closer to his side, and hoped ``When they cam to the public, his honour wad not say nothing about Vich Ian Vohr, for ta people were bitter Whigs, deil burst tem.''
Waverley assured the prudent page that he would be cautious and as he now distinguished, not indeed the ringing of bells, but the tinkling of something like a hammer against the side of an old mossy, green, inverted porridge-pot, that hung in an open booth, of the size and shape of a parrot's cage, erected to grace the east end of a building resembling an old barn, he asked Callum Beg if it were Sunday.
``Could na say just preceesely---Sunday seldom cam aboon the paw of Bally-Brough.''
On entering the town, however, and advancing towards the most apparent public house which presented itself, the numbers of old women, in tartan screens and red cloaks, who streamed from the barn-resembling building, debating as they went the comparative merits of the blessed youth Jabesh Rentowel, and that chosen vessel Maister Goukthrapple, induced Callum to assure his temporary master, ``that it was either ta muckle Sunday herself, or ta little government Sunday that they ca'd ta fast.''
On alighting at the sign of the Seven-branched Golden Candlestick, which, for the further delectation of the guests, was graced with a short Hebrew motto, they were received by mine host, a tall thin puritanical figure, who seemed to debate with himself whether he ought to give shelter to those who travelled on such a day.Reflecting, however, in all probability, that he possessed the power of mulcting them for this irregularity, a penalty which they might escape by passing into Gregor Duncanson's, at the sign of the Highlander and the Hawick Gill, Mr.Ebenezer Cruickshanks condescended to admit them into his dwelling.
