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those unfortunate gentlemen who actually took up arms.

      Nor did Sir Everard's apprehensions of personal consequences seem to correspond with the reports spread among his Whig neighbours. It was well known that he had supplied with money several of the distressed Northumbrians and Scotchmen, who, after being made prisoners at Preston in Lancashire, were imprisoned in Newgate and the Marshalsea, and it was his solicitor and ordinary counsel who conducted the defence of some of these unfortunate gentlemen at their trial. It was generally supposed, however, that, had ministers possessed any real proof of Sir Everard's accession to the rebellion, he either would not have ventured thus to brave the existing government, or at least would not have done so with impunity. The feelings which then dictated his proceedings were those of a young man, and at an agitating period. Since that time Sir Everard's Jacobitism had been gradually decaying, like a fire which burns out for want of fuel. His Tory and High-Church principles were kept up by some occasional exercise at elections and quarter-sessions; but those respecting hereditary right were fallen into a sort of abeyance. Yet it jarred severely upon his feelings, that his nephew should go into the army under the Brunswick dynasty; and the more so, as, independent of his high and conscientious ideas of paternal authority, it was impossible, or at least highly imprudent, to interfere authoritatively to prevent it. This suppressed vexation gave rise to many poohs and pshaws which were placed to the account of an incipient fit of gout, until, having sent for the Army List, the worthy Baronet consoled himself with reckoning the descendants of the houses of genuine loyalty, Mordaunts, Granvilles, and Stanleys, whose names were to be found in that military record; and, calling up all his feelings of family grandeur and warlike glory, he concluded, with logic something like Falstaff's, that when war was at hand, although it were shame to be on any side but one, it were worse shame to be idle than to be on the worst side, though blacker than usurpation could make it. As for Aunt Rachel, her scheme had not exactly terminated according to her wishes, but she was under the necessity of submitting to circumstances; and her mortification was diverted by the employment she found in fitting out her nephew for the campaign, and greatly consoled by the prospect of beholding him blaze in complete uniform. Edward Waverley himself received with animated and undefined surprise this most unexpected intelligence. It was, as a fine old poem expresses it, 'like a fire to heather set,' that covers a solitary hill with smoke, and illumines it at the same time with dusky fire. His tutor, or, I should say, Mr. Pembroke, for he scarce assumed the name of tutor, picked up about Edward's room some fragments of irregular verse, which he appeared to have composed under the influence of the agitating feelings occasioned by this sudden page being turned up to him in the book of life. The doctor, who was a believer in all poetry which was composed by his friends, and written out in fair straight lines, with a capital at the beginning of each, communicated this treasure to Aunt Rachel, who, with her spectacles dimmed with tears, transferred them to her commonplace book, among choice receipts for cookery and medicine, favourite texts, and portions from High-Church divines, and a few songs, amatory and Jacobitical, which she had carolled in her younger days, from whence her nephew's poetical tentamina were extracted when the volume itself, with other authentic records of the Waverley family, were exposed to the inspection of the unworthy editor of this memorable history. If they afford the reader no higher amusement, they will serve, at least, better than narrative of any kind, to acquaint him with the wild and irregular spirit of our hero: —

      Late, when the Autumn evening fell

      On Mirkwood-Mere's romantic dell,

      The lake return'd, in chasten'd gleam,

      The purple cloud, the golden beam:

      Reflected in the crystal pool,

      Headland and bank lay fair and cool;

      The weather-tinted rock and tower,

      Each drooping tree, each fairy flower,

      So true, so soft, the mirror gave,

      As if there lay beneath the wave,

      Secure from trouble, toil, and care,

      A world than earthly world more fair.

      But distant winds began to wake,

      And roused the Genius of the Lake!

      He heard the groaning of the oak,

      And donn'd at once his sable cloak,

      As warrior, at the battle-cry,

      Invests him with his panoply:

      Then, as the whirlwind nearer press'd

      He 'gan to shake his foamy crest

      O'er furrow'd brow and blacken'd cheek,

      And bade his surge in thunder speak.

      In wild and broken eddies whirl'd.

      Flitted that fond ideal world,

      And to the shore in tumult tost

      The realms of fairy bliss were lost.

      Yet, with a stern delight and strange,

      I saw the spirit-stirring change,

      As warr'd the wind with wave and wood,

      Upon the ruin'd tower I stood,

      And felt my heart more strongly bound,

      Responsive to the lofty sound,

      While, joying in the mighty roar,

      I mourn'd that tranquil scene no more.

      So, on the idle dreams of youth,

      Breaks the loud trumpet-call of truth,

      Bids each fair vision pass away,

      Like landscape on the lake that lay,

      As fair, as flitting, and as frail,

      As that which fled the Autumn gale. —

      For ever dead to fancy's eye

      Be each gay form that glided by,

      While dreams of love and lady's charms

      Give place to honour and to arms!

      In sober prose, as perhaps these verses intimate less decidedly, the transient idea of Miss Cecilia Stubbs passed from Captain Waverley's heart amid the turmoil which his new destinies excited. She appeared, indeed, in full splendour in her father's pew upon the Sunday when he attended service for the last time at the old parish church, upon which occasion, at the request of his uncle and Aunt Rachel, he was induced (nothing both, if the truth must be told) to present himself in full uniform.

      There is no better antidote against entertaining too high an opinion of others than having an excellent one of ourselves at the very same time. Miss Stubbs had indeed summoned up every assistance which art could afford to beauty; but, alas! hoop, patches, frizzled locks, and a new mantua of genuine French silk, were lost upon a young officer of dragoons who wore for the first time his gold-laced hat, jack-boots, and broadsword. I know not whether, like the champion of an old ballad, —

      His heart was all on honour bent,

      He could not stoop to love;

      No lady in the land had power

      His frozen heart to move;

      or whether the deep and flaming bars of embroidered gold, which now fenced his breast, defied the artillery of Cecilia's eyes; but every arrow was launched at him in vain.

      Yet did I mark where Cupid's shaft did light;

      It lighted not on little western flower,

      But on bold yeoman, flower of all

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