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THE plan of this Edition leads me to insert in this place some account of the incidents on wbich the Novel of WAVERLEY is founded. They have been already given to the public by my lite lamented friend, William Erskine, Esq. (afterward Lord Kinneder), when reviewing the Tales of My Landlord for the “Quarterly Review,” in 1817. The particulars were derived by the critic from the Author's information. After ward they were published in the Preface to the Chronicles of the Canongate. They are now inserted in their proper place.

The mutual protection afforded by Waverley and Talbot to each other, upon which the whole plot depends, is founded u; on one of those anecdotes which soften the features even of civil wars; and as it is equally honorable to the memory of both parties, we have no hesitation to give their names at length. When the Highlanders, on the morning of the battle of Preston, 1745, made their memorable attack on Sir John Cope's army, a battery of four field-pieces was stormed and carried by the Camerons and the Stewarts of Ap. pine. The late Alexander Stewart of Invernahyle was one of the foreinost in the charge, and observing an officer of the king's forces, who, scorning to join the flight of all around, remained with his sword in his hand, as if determined to the very last to defend the post assigned to him, the Highland gentleman commanded him to surrender, and received for a reply a ihrust, which he caught in his target. The officer was now defenseless, and the of a gigantic Highlander (the miller of Invernahyle's mill) was uplifted to dash his brains out, when Mr. Stewart with difficulty prevailed on bim 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 Whitefovrd, an Ayrshire gentleman of high character and influence, and warmly attached to the House of Hanorer; yet such was the confidence existing between these two honorable men, though of different political principles, that while the civil war was raging, and straggling officers from the Highland army were esecuted without mercy, Invernabyle 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 iwo in Ayrshire among Colonel Whitefoord's Whig friends, as pleasantly and as good-humoredly as it 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 Colone Whitefoord's turn to strain every nerve to obtain Mr. Stewart's rardon. 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 (ae the good old gentle. man was wont to express it) appeared “ marked with the sign of the beası!” as a subject unfit for favor 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 Stewar: 's souse, wife, children, and property. This was also refused by the duke; on which Colonel Whiiefoord, taking his commission from his boson, Jaid 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. Tue duke was struck, and even affected. lle baile the colonel take up his commission, and granted the protection he required. It was issued jus! in time to save the house, corn, and caitle at Invernahyle, from the troops who were engaged in laying, waste what it was the fashion to call “ the country of ihe enemy. A small encampment of soldiers was fornied 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 niany 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, whoin Mrs. Stewart was under the necessity of intrusting with this commission; for her own motions, and those of all her elder innates, 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 tind it. Inver pahyle supported lite for sev. eral 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 enery, 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 harboring one of the proscribed traitors. An old woman had presence of mind enough to maintain that the man they bad seen was the shepherd. Why did he not stop when we called to him?” said the soldier. “He is as deat, 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 liis character. lovernabyle was afterward pardoned under the Act of Indemnity.

The Author knew him well, and has often beard 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 High

lands betwixt these memorable eras; and, I have heard, was remarkable, among other exploits, for having fought a duel with the broad. sword with the celebrated Rob Roy MacGregor, at the Clachan of Balquidder.

Invernahyle chanced to be in Edinburgh when Paul Jones came into the Frith of Forth, and though then an old man, I saw bim in arms, and heard him exult (to use his own words) in the prospect of " drawing his claymore once more before he diod.” In fact, on that memorable occasion, when the capital of Scotland was menuced 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 re. sistance. We offered to the magistrates, it broadswords and dirks could be obtained, to fiad as many Highlanders aniong 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 like to disperse in quest of plunder. I know not if his plan was attended to; liather think it seemed too hazardous to the constituted author. ities, 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 Frith.

If there is something degrading in this rt collection, 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 upward, which was in readiness to mi et and repel a force of a far more formidable description than was con manded by the adventurous American. Time and circumstances change the cbaracter of nations and the fate of cities; and it is some pride 10 a Scoichman to reflect, that the independent and manly character of a coun. try willing to intrust its owu protection to ile arms of its children, afier having been obscured for half a century, bas, d'ving the course of his own life.time, recovered its luster.

Oiber illustrations of Waverley will be found in the Notes at the foot of the pages to which they belong.

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To this slight attempt at a sketch of ancient Scottish manners, the public bave been more favorable than the Author durat have hoped ur expected. He has heard, with a mixture of satisfaction and Jumility, his work ascribed to more than one respectable name. Consiilerations, which seem weighty in his particular situation, prevent his releasing those gentlemen from suspicion by placing his own name in the title-page; so that, for the present at least, it must remain uncertain whether WAVERLEY be the work of a poet or & critic, a lawyer or a clergyman, or whether the writer, to use Mrs. Malaprop's phrase, be, “like Cerberus-three gentlenien at once.” The Author, as he is unconscious of anything in the work itself (except perhaps its frivolity) which prevents its finding an acknow). edged father, leaves it to the candor of the public to choose among the many circumstances peculiar to different situations in life, such as may induce him to suppress his name on the present occasion. He may be a writer new to publication, and unwilling to avow a character to which he is unaccustomed; or he may be a hackneyed author, who is ashamed of too frequent appearance, and employs this mystery, as the heroine of the old comedy used her mask, to attract the attention of those to whom her face had beconie too familiar. He may be a man of a grave profession, to whom the reputation of being a novel-writer might be prejudicial; or he may be a man of fashion, to whom writing of any kind might appear pedantic. He may be too young to assume the character of an author, or so old as to make it advisable to lay it aside.

The author of Waverley has heard it objected to this novel, that, in the character of Callum Beg, and in the account given by the Barun of Bradwardine of the petty trespasses of the Highlanders upon trifling articles of property, he has borne hard, and unjustiy so, upon their national character. Nothing could be further from his wish or intention. The character of Callum Beg is that of a spirit naturally turned to daring evil, and determined by the ciicum. stances of his situation, to a particular species of mischief. Those who have perused the curious Letiers from the Highlands, published about 1726, will find instances of such atrocious characters which fell under the writer's own observation, though it would be most unjust to consider such villains as representatives of the Highlanders of ihat period, any more than the murderers of Marr and William. son can be supposed to represent the English of the present day. Is for the plunder supposed to have been picked up by some of the ipsurgents in 1745, it must be remembered that although the way of that unfortunate little army was neither marked by devastation nor bloodshed, but, on the contrary, was orderly and quiet in a


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