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The Author of this Collection of Works of Fiction would not hade 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 anriety; 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 Mùjesty, agreeably to your gracious permission, by


Dutiful Subject,



1st January 1829.

Tur averley;



Under wluch King, Bezonlan ? speak, or die !

Henry IV. Part 11.


son, and finally obtained him liberty on his parole.

The officer proved to be Colonel Whitefoord, an Tue plan of this Edition leads me to insert in this Ayrshire gentleman of high character and influence, place some account of the incidents on which the and warmly attached to the House of Hanover; Novel of WAVERLEY is founded. They have been yet such was the confidence existing between theso already given to the public, by my late lamented two honourable men, though of different political friend, William Erskine, Esq. (afterwards Lord Kin- principles, that while the civil war was raging, and neder), when reviewing the Tales of My Landlord straggling officers from the Highland army were for the Quarterly Review, in 1817. The particu- executed without mercy, Invernahyle hesitated not lars were derived by the Critic from the Author's to pay his late captive a visit, as he returned to the information. Afterwards they were published in the Highlands to raise fresh recruits, on which occasion Preface to the Chronicles of the Canongate. They he spent a day or two in Ayrshire among Colonel are now inserted in their proper place.

Whitefoord's Whig friends, as pleasantly and as The mutual protection afforded by Waverley and good-humouredly as if all had been at peace around Talbot to each other, upon which the whole plot him. depends, is founded upon one of those anecdotes After the battle of Culloden had ruined the hopes which soften the features even of civil war; and of Charles Edward, and dispersed his proscribed as it is equally honourable to the memory of both | adherents, it was Colonel Whitefoord's turn to strain parties, we have no hesitation to give their names every nerve to obtain Mr Stewart's pardon. He at length. When the Highlanders, on the morning went to the Lord Justice-Clerk, to the Lord Advoof the battle of Preston, 1745, made their memo- cate, and to all the officers of state, and each applirable attack on Sir John Cope's army, a battery of cation was answered by the production of a list, in four field-pieces was stormed and carried by the which Invernalyle (as the good old gentleman was Camerons and the Stewarts of Appine. The late wont to express it) appeared “ marked with the Alexander Stewart of Invernahyle was one of the sign of the beast !" as a subject unfit for favour or foremost in the charge, and observing an officer of pardon. the king's forces, who, scorning to join the flight of At length Colonel Whitefoord applied to the Duke all around, remained with his sword in his land, of Cumberland in person. From him, also, he as it determined to the very last to defend the received a positive refusal. He then limited his repost assigned to him, the Highland gentleman com quest, for the present, to a protection for Stewart's manded him to surrender, and received for reply a house, wife, children, and property. This was also thrust, which he caught in his target. The officer refused by the Duke; on which Colonel Whitefoord, was now defenceless, and the battlc-axe of a gigantic taking his commission from his bosom, laid it on Highlander (the miller of Invernahyle's mill) was the table before his Royal Highness with much uplifted to dash his brains out, when Mr Stewart emotion, and asked permission to retire from the with difficulty prevailed on him to yield. He took service of a sovereign who did not know how to charge of his enemy's property, protected his per- spare a vanquished cnemy. Tho Dake was struck,

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aud even affected. He bade the Colonel take up Invernalıyle chanced to be in Edinburgh when his commission, and granted the protection he re Paul Jones came into the Frith of Forth, and though quired. It was issued just in time to save the house, then an old man, I saw him in arms, and beard him corn, and cattle at Invernalyle, from the troops exult (to use his own words) in the prospect of who were engaged in laying waste what it was the drawing his claymore once more before he died.” fashion to call “ the country of the enemy.” A In fact, on that memorable occasion, when the capital small encampment of soldiers was formed on In- of Scotland was menaced by three trifling sloops or vernahyle’s property, which they spared while plun-brigs, scarce fit to have sacked a fishing village, he dering the country around, and searching in every was the only man who seemed to propose a plan of direction for the leaders of the insurrection, and resistance. He offered to the magistrates, if broadfor Stewart in particular. He was much nearer swords and dirks could be obtained, to find as many them than they suspected; for, hidden in a cave Highlanders among the lower classes, as would cut (like the Baron of Bradwardine), he lay for many off any boat's crew who might be sent into a town days so near the English sentinels, that he could full of narrow and winding passages, in which they hear their muster-roll called. His food was brought were like to disperse in quest of plunder. I know to him by one of his daughters, a child of eight not if his plan was attended to; I rather think it years old, whom Mrs Stewart was under the ne- seemed too hazardous to the constituted authorities, cessity of intrusting with this commission ; for her who might not, even at that time, desire to see arms own motions, and those of all her elder inmates, in Highland hands. A steady and powerful west were closely watched. With ingenuity beyond her wind settled the matter, by sweeping Paul Jones years, the child used to stray about among the sol- and his vessels out of the Frith. diers, who were rather kind to her, and thus seize If there is something degrading in this recollecthe moment when she was unobserved, and steal tion, it is not unpleasant to compare it with those into the thicket, when she deposited whatever small of the last war, when Edinburgh, besides regular store of provisions she had in charge at some marked forces and militia, furnished a volunteer brigade of spot, where her father might find it. Invernalıyle cavalry, infantry, and artillery, to the amount of six supported life for several weeks by means of these thousand men and upwards, which was in readiness precarious supplies; and as he had been wounded to meet and repel a force of a far more formidable in the battle of Culloden, the hardships which he en- description than was commanded by the adventudured were aggravated by great bodily pain. After rous American. Time and circumstances change the soldiers had removed their quarters, he had an the character of nations and the fate of cities; and other remarkable escape.

it is some pride to a Scotchman to reflect, that As he now ventured to his own house at night, the independent and manly character of a country. and left it in the morning, he was espied during the willing to intrust its own protection to the arms of dawn by a party of the enemy, who fired at and its children, after having been obscured for half a pursued him. The fugitive being fortunate enough century, has, during the course of his own lifetime, to escape their search, they returned to the house, / recovered its lustre. and charged the family with harbouring one of the Other illustrations of Waverley will be found in proscribed traitors. An old woman had presence the Notes at the foot of the pages to which they of mind enough to maintain that the man they had belong. Those which appeared too long to be so secn was the shepherd. “Why did he not stop placed, are given at the end of the Novel. 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 PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION the way, he was as deaf when he made his appear

(oct. 1814.) ance, as was necessary to sustain his character. Invernahyle was afterwards pardoned under the Act To this slight attempt at a sketch of ancient Scotof Indemnity.

tish manners, the public have been more favourable The Author knew him well, and has often heard than the Author durst have hoped or expected. He these circumstances from his own mouth. He was has heard, with a mixture of satisfaction and humia noble specimen of the old Highlander, far de- lity, his work ascribed to more than one respectable scended, gallant, courteous, and brave, even to name. Considerations, which seem weighty in his chivalry. He had been out, I believe, in 1715 and particular situation, prevent his releasing those 1745, was an active partaker in all the stirring gentlenien from suspicion by placing his own name scenes which passed in the Highlands betwixt these in the title-page; so that, for the present at least, memorable eras; and, I have heard, was remark- it must remain uncertain, whether WAVERLEY be able, among other exploits, for having fought a duel the work of a poet or a critic, a lawyer or a clergywith the broadsword with the celebrated Rob Roy man, or whether the writer, to use Mrs Malaprop's MacGregor, at the Clachan of Balauidder.

phrase, be, “ like Cerberus -- three gentlemeu iut

unce." The Author, as he is unconscious of any- thing could be farther from his wish or intention thing in the work itself (except perhaps its frivolity) The character of Callum Beg is that of a spirit which prevents its finding an acknowledged father, i naturally turned to dariug evil, and determined, by leaves it to the candour of the public to choose the circumstances of his situation, to a particular among the many circumstances peculiar to different species of mischief. Those who have perused the situations in life, such as may induce him to sup- curious Letters from the Highlands, published about press his name on the present occasion. He may 1726, will find instances of such atrocious characbe a writer new to publication, and unwilling to ters which fell under the writer's own observation, arow a character to which he is unaccustomed; or though it would be most unjust to consider such he may be a hackneyed author, who is ashamed of villains as representatives of the Highlanders of too frequent appearance, and employs this mystery, that period, any more than the murderers of Marr as the heroine of the old comedy used her mask, to and Williamson can be supposed to represent the attract the attention of those to whom her face had English of the present day. As for the plunder become too familiar. He may be a man of a grave supposed to have been picked up by some of the profession, to whom the reputation of being a novel insurgents in 1745, it must be remembered that, writer miglit be prejudicial; or he may be a man of although the way of that unfortunate little army fashion, to whom writing of any kind might appear was neither marked by devastation nor bloodshed, pedantic. He may be too young to assume the but, on the contrary, was orderly and quiet in a most character of an author, or so old as to make it ad- wonderful degree, yet no army marches through viable to lay it aside.

a country in a hostile manner without committing The Author of Waverley has lieard it objected to some depredations; and several, to the extent, and this novel, that, in the character of Callum Beg, of the nature, jocularly imputed to them by the and in the account given by the Baron of Brad-Baron, were really laid to the charge of the Highwardine of the petty trespasses of the Highlanders land insurgents; for which many traditions, and parupou trifling articles of property, he has borne hard, ticularly one respecting the Knight of the Mirror, and unjustly so, upon their national character. No- may be quoted as good evidence.

1 A homely metrical narrative of the events of the period, which contains some striking particulars, and is still a great favourite with the lower classes, gives a very correct statement of the behaviour of the mountaineers respecting this same military licence; and as the verses are little known, and contain some good sense, we venture to insert them.

You'll no gie't wanting bought, nor sell me ;

Hersell will hae't;
Go tell King Shorge, and Shordy's Willie,

I'll hae a meat.
I saw the soldiers at Linton-brig,
Because the man was not a Whig,
Of meat and drink leave not a skig,

Within his door;
They burnt his very hat and wig,

And thump'd him sore.
And through the Highlands they were so rude,
As leave them neither clothes nor food,
Then burnt their houses to conclude:

'Twas tit for tat.
How can her nainseil e'er be good,

To think on that?


Noy, gentle readers, I have let you ken
Mş very thoughts, from heart and pen,
'Tis needless for to conten'

Or yet controule,
For there's not a word o't I can men'-

So ye must thole.
For on both sides, some were not good;
I saw them murd'ring in cold blood,
Not the gentlemen, but wild and rude,

The baser sort,
Who to the wounded had no mooi

But murd'ring sport!
Er'n both at Preston and Falkirk,
That fatal night ere it grew mirk,
Piercing the wounded with their durk,

Caused many cry!
Such pity's shown from Savage and Turk

As peace to die.
A woe be to such hot zeal,
To smite the wounded on the fiell!
It's just they got such groats in kail,

Who do the same.
It only teaches crueltys real

To then again.
I've seen the men callid Highland Rogues,
With Lowland men make shungs a brogs,
Sup kail and brose, and ting the cogs

Out at the door,
Take cocks, hens, sheep, and hogs,

And pay nought for.
I saw a Highlander, 'twas right drole,
With a string of puddings hung on a pole,
Whip'd o'er his shoulder, skipped like a fole,

Caus d Maggy bann,
Lap o'er the midden and midden-hole,

And all he ran.
When check'd for this, they'd often tell yo -
Indeed ker nainsell'x a tume belly;

And after all, () shame and grief!
To use some worse than murd'ring thief,
Their very gentleman and chief,

Like Popish tortures, I believe,

Such cruelty.
Ev'n what was act on open stage
At Carlisle, in the hottest rage,
When mercy was clapt in a cage,

And pity dead,
Such cruelty approved by every age,

I shook my head.
So many to curse, so few to pray,
And some aloud huzza did cry,
They cursed the rebel Scots ihat day,

As they'd been nowt
Brought up for slaughter, as that way

Too many rowt.
Therefore, alas! dear countrymen,
( never do the like again,
To thirst for vengeance, never ben

Your gun nor pa',
But with the English e'en borrow and len',

Let anger fa'.
Their boasts and bullying, not worth a louso
As our King's the best about the house.
'Tis aye good to be sober and douce,

To live in peace;
For many, I see, for being o'er crouse,

Gets broken face.



roine with a profusion of auburn hair, and a harp, Introductory.

the soft solace of her solitary hours, which she for

tunately finds always the means of transporting The title of this work has not been chosen with- from castle to cottage, although she herself be someout the grave and solid deliberation, which matters times obliged to jump out of a two-pair-of-stairs of importance demand from the prudent. Even its window, and is more than once bewildered on her first, or general denomination, was the result of no journey, alone and on foot, without any guide but common research or selection, although, according a blowzy peasant girl, whose jargon she hardly can to the example of my predecessors, I had only to understand? Or again, if my Waverley had been seize upon the most sounding and euphonic surname entitled " A Tale of the Times,” wouldst thou not, tiat Englishi history or topography affords, and elect gentle reader, have demanded from me a dashing it at once as the title of my work, and the name of sketch of the fashionable world, a few anecdotes my hero. But, alas ! what could my readers have of private scandal thinly veiled, and if lusciously expected from the chivalrous epithets of Howard, painted, so much the better? a heroine from GrosMordaunt, Mortimer, or Stanley, or from the softer venor Square, and a hero from the Barouche Club and more sentimental sounds of Belmour, Belville, or the Four-in-Hand, with a set of subordinate chaBelfield, and Belgrave, but pages of inanity, simi- racters from the elegantes of Queen Anne Street lar to those which have been so christened for half East, or the dashing heroes of the Bow-Street Office? a century past? I must modestly admit I am too | 1 could proceed in proving the importance of a titlediffident of my own merit to place it in unnecessary page, and displaying at the saine time my own opposition to preconceived associations; I have, intimate knowledge of the particular ingredients therefore, like a maiden knight with his white shield, necessary to the composition of romances and noassumed for my hero, WAVERLEY, an uncontami- vels of various descriptions: But it is enough, and nated name, bearing with its sound little of good or I scorn to tyrannize longer over the impatience of evil, excepting what the reader shall hereafter be my reader, who is doubtless already anxious to pleased to affix to it. But my second or supplemental know the choice made by an author so profoundly title was a matter of much more difficult election, versed in the different branches of his art. since that, short as it is, may be held as pledging By fixing, then, the date of my story Sixty Years the author to some special mode of laying his scene, before the present Ist November 1805, I would have drawing his characters, and managing his adven- my readers understand, that they will meet in the tures. Had I, for example, announced in my fron- following pages neither a romance of chivalry, nor tispiece, “ Waverley, a Tale of other Days,” must a tale of modern manners; that my hero will neither not every novel reader lave anticipated a castle have iron on his shoulders, as of yore, nor on the scarce less than that of Udolpho, of wlieh the east- heels of his boots, as is the present fashion of Bond ern wing had long been uninhabited, and the keys Street; and that my damsels will neither be clothed either lost, or consigned to the care of some aged “ in purple and in pall," like the Lady Alice of an butler or housekeeper, whose trembling steps, about old ballad, nor reduced to the primitive nakedness the middle of the second volume, were doomed to of a modern fashionable at a rout. From this my guide the hero, or heroine, to the ruinous precincts? choice of an era the understanding critic may farther Would not the owl have shrieked and the cricket presage, that the object of my tale is more a descripcried in my very title-page? and could it have been tion of men than nanners. A tale of manners, to possible for me, with a moderate attention to deco- be interesting, must either refer to antiquity so great rum, to introduce any scene more lively than might as to have become venerable, or it must bear a vivid be produced by the jocularity of a clownish but faith- reflection of those scenes which are passing daily beful valet, or the garrulous narrative of the heroine's fore our eyes, and are interesting from their novelty fille-de-chambre, when rehearsing the stories of Thus the coat-of-mail of our ancestors, and the triple blood and horror which she had heard in the ser' furred pelisse of our modern beaux, may, though for vants' hall? Again, iad my title borne“ Waverley, very different reasons, be equally fit for the array a Romance from the German," what head so obtuse of a fictitious character; but who, meaning the cosas not to image forth a profligate abbot, an oppres- tume of his hero to be impressive, would willingly sive duke, a secret and mysterious association of attire him in the court dress of George the Second's .Rosycrucians and Illuminati, with all their proper- reign, with its no collar, large sleeves, and low pocketties of black cowls, caverns, daggers, electrical ma- holes? The same may be urged, with equal truth, chines, trap-doors, and dark-lanterns? Or if I liad of the Gothic hall, which, with its darkened and rather chosen to call my work a “Sentimental Tale," tinted windows, its elevated and gloomy roof, and would it not have been a sufficient prosnge of a he- massive oaken table garuished with boars-lead and

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