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CHAPTER XI

Sometimes he thinks that Heaven this vision sent,
And order'd all the pageants as they went;
Sometimes that only 'twas wild Fancy's play,-
The loose and scatter'd reliques of the day.

We must now request our readers to adjourn to the breakfast-parlour of Mr Oldbuck, who, despising the modern slops of tea and coffee, was substantially regaling himself, more majorum, with cold roast-beef, and a glass of a sort of beverage called Mum, a species of fat ale, brewed from wheat and bitter herbs, of which the present generation only know the name by its occurrence in revenue acts of parliament, coupled with cyder, perry and other exciseable commodities. Lovel, who was seduced to taste it, with difficulty refrained from pronouncing it detestable, but did refrain, as he saw he should otherwise give great offence to his host, who had the liquor annually prepared with peculiar care, according to the approved recipe bequeathed to him by the so, often-mentioned Aldobrand Oldenbuck. The hospitality of the ladies offered Lovel a breakfast more suited to modern taste, and while he was

engaged in partaking it, he was assailed by indírect enquiries concerning the manner in which he had passed the night.

« We canna compliment Mr Lovel on his looks this morning, brother-but he winna condescend on any ground of disturbance he has had in the night-time--I am certain he looks very pale, and when he came here he was as fresh as a rose.»

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<< Why, sister, consider this rose of yours has been knocked about by sea and wind all yesterday evening as if he had been a bunch of kelp or tangle, and how the devil would you have him retain his colour?>>

« I certainly do still feel somewhat fatigued,» said Lovel, « notwithstanding the excellent accommodations with which your hospitality supplied me.

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« Ah, sir!" said Miss Oldbuck, looking at him with a knowing smile, or what was meant to be one, «<ye'll not allow of any inconvenience, out of civility to us. »>

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Really, madam, I had no disturbance, for I cannot term such the music with which some kind fairy favoured me.» *

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I doubted Mary wad wake you wi' her skreighing; she didna ken I had left open a chink of your window, for, forbye the ghaist, the Green Room doesna vent weel in a high wind—But, I am judging, ye heard inair than Mary's lilts yestreenweel, men are hardy creatures, they can gae through wi' a' thing-I am sure had I been to un

dergo ony thing of that nature,-that's to say that's beyond nature-I would hae skreigh'd out at once, and raised the house, be the consequence what liket—and, I dare say, the minister wad hae done as mickle, and sae I hae tald him-I ken naebody but my brother, Monkbarns himsel, wad gae through the like o't, if, indeed, it binna you, Mr Lovel."

« A man of Mr Oldbuck's learning, madam, would not be exposed to the inconvenience sustained by the Highland gentleman you mentioned last night.»

Aye! aye! ye understand now where the difficulty lies-language? he has ways o' his ain wad banish a' thae sort o' worricows as far as the hindermost parts of Gideon, (meaning possibly · Midian,) as Mr Blattergowl says-only ane wadna be uncivil to one's forbear though he be a ghaist -I am sure I will try that receipt of yours, brother, that ye showed me in a book, if ony body. is to sleep in that room again, though, I think, in Christian charity, ye should rather fit up the matted-room—it's a wee damp and dark, to be sure, but then we hae sae seldom occasion for a spare bed.»

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No, no, sister; dampness and darkness are worse than spectres-ours are spirits of lightand I would rather have you try the spell.»

« I will do that blythely, Monkbarns, an I had the ingredients, as my cookery-book ca's them— There was vervain and dill-I mind that-Davie

Dibble will ken about them, though, maybe, he'll gie them Latin names-and pepper-corn, we hae walth o' them, for»-

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« Hypericon, thou foolish woman!" thundered Oldbuck, « d'ye suppose you're making a haggis-or do you think that a spirit, though he be formed of air, can be expelled by a receipt against wind? This wise Grizel of mine, Mr Lovel, recollects (with what accuracy you may judge) a charm which I once mentioned to her, and which, happening to hit her superstitious noddle, she remembers better than any thing tending to an useful purpose I may chance to have said for this ten years-But many an old woman besides herself»

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<< Auld woman! Monkbarns," said Miss Oldbuck, roused something above her usual submissive tone, « ye really are less than civil to me.>>

« Not less than just, Grizel; however, I include in the same class many a sounding name, from Jamblichus down to Aubrey, who have wasted their time in devising imaginary remedies for non-existent diseases-But I hope, my young friend, that, charmed or uncharmed-secured by the potency of Hypericon,

With vervain and with dill,

That hinder witches of their will,

or left disarmed and defenceless to the inroads of the invisible world, you will give another night to the terrors of the haunted apartment, and another day to your faithful and feal friends.»

<< I heartily wish I could, but»

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Nay, but me no buts—I have set my heart upon it."

<< I am greatly obliged, my dear sir, but»-

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<< Look ye there, now-but again!—I hate but; I know no form of expression in which he can appear, that is amiable, excepting as a butt of sack -but is to me a more detestable combination of letters than no itself-No is a surly, honest fellow, speaks his mind rough and round at onceBut is a sneaking, evasive, half-bred, exceptious sort of a conjunction, which comes to pull away the cup just when it is at your lips

it does allay

The good precedent-fie upon but yet!
But yet is as a jailor to bring forth

Some monstrous malefactor.»

« Well, then," answered Lovel, whose motions were really undetermined at the moment, «< you shall not connect the recollection of my name with so churlish a particle—I must soon think of leaving Fairport I am afraid—and I will, since you are good enough to wish it, take this opportunity of spending another day here.»

« And you shall be rewarded, my boy-First you shall see John o' the Girnell's grave, and then we'll walk gently along the sands, the state of tide being first ascertained, (for we will have no more Peter Wilkins' adventures, no more Glum and Gawrie work) as far as Knockwinnock Castle, and enquire after the old knight and

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