unless when he avails himself of a sort of pettifogging intimacy with dates, names, and trifling matters of fact, a tiresome and frivolous accuracy of memory which is entirely owing to his mechanical descent. >> « He must find it convenient in historical investigation, I should think, sir?»> << It leads to an uncivil and positive mode of disputing; and nothing seems more unreasonable than to hear him impugn even Bellenden's rare translation of Hector Boece, which I have the satisfaction to possess, and which is a black-letter folio of great value, upon the authority of some old scrap of parchment which he has saved from its deserved destiny of being cut' up into tailors' measures. And, besides, that habit of minute and troublesome accuracy leads to a mercantile manner of doing business, which ought to be beneath a landed proprietor, whose family has stood two or three generations-I question if there's a dealer's clerk in Fairport that can sum an account of interest better than Monkbarns.» « But you'll accept his invitation, sir?» " Why, ye-yes; we have no other engagement on hand, I think. Who can the young man be he talks of? he seldom picks up new acquaintance; and he has no relation that I ever heard of." Probably some relation of his brother-in-law, Captain M'Intyre. » «Very possible; yes, we will accept; the M'Intyres are of a very ancient Highland family. You may answer his card in the affirmative, Isabella; I believe I have no leisure to be Dear Sir-ing myself.» So this important matter being adjusted, Miss Wardour intimated « her own and Sir Arthur's compliments, and that they would have the honour of waiting upon Mr Oldbuck. Miss Wardour takes this opportunity to renew her hostility with Mr Oldbuck, on account of his late long absence from Knockwinnock, where his visits give so much pleasure." With this placebo she concluded her note, with which old Caxon, now refreshed in limbs and wind, set out on his return to the Antiquary's mansion, CHAPTER VI. Moth. By Woden, God of Saxons, From whence comes Wensday; that is Wodensday, Unto thylke day in which I creep into Cartwright's Ordinary. OUR young friend, Lovel, who had received a corresponding invitation, punctual to the hour of appointment, arrived at Monkbarns about five minutes before four o'clock on the 17th of July. The day had been remarkably sultry, and large drops of rain had occasionally fallen, though the threatened showers had as yet passed away. Mr Oldbuck received him at the Palmer'sport in his complete brown suit, grey silk stockings, and wig powdered with all the skill of the veteran Caxon, who, having smelt out the dinner, had taken care not to finish his job till the hour of eating approached. << You are welcome to my symposion, Mr Lovel; and now let me introduce you to my Clogdogdo's, as Tom Otter calls them; my unlucky and good-for-nothing womankind-malæ bestiæ, Mr Lovel." << I shall be disappointed, sir, if I do not find the ladies very undeserving of your satire.» r Tilley-valley, Mr Lovel,-which, by the way, one commentator derives from titivillitium, and another from talley-ho-but tilley-valley, I say, a truce with your politeness. You will find them but samples of womankind—But here they be, Mr Lovel. I present to you, in due order, my most discreet sister Griselda, who disdains the simplicity, as well as patience, annexed to the poor old name of Grizzel; and my most exquisite niece Maria, whose mother was called Mary, and sometimes Molly.»> The elder lady rustled in silks and satins, and bore upon her head a structure resembling the fashion in the ladies' memorandum-book for the year 1770-a superb piece of architecture--not much less than a modern Gothic castle, of which the curls might represent the turrets, the black pins the chevaux de frise, and the lappets the banners. The face, which, like that of the ancient statues of Vesta, was thus crowned with towers, was large and long, and peaked at nose and chin, and bore, in other respects, such a ludicrous resemblance to the physiognomy of Mr Jonathan Oldbuck, that Lovel, had they not appeared at once, like Sebastian and Viola in the last scene of the 'Twelfth Night,' might have supposed that the figure before him was his old friend masquerading in female attire. An antique flowered silk gown graced the extraordinary person to whom belonged this unparal leled tête, which her brother was wont to say was fitter for a turband to Mahound or Termagant, than a head-gear for a reasonable creature, or Christian gentlewoman. Two long and bony arms were terminated at the elbows by triple blonde ruffles, and, being folded saltire-ways in front of her person, and decorated with long gloves of a bright vermilion colour, had no bad resemblance to a pair of gigantic lobsters. Highheeled shoes, and a short silk cloak, thrown in easy negligence over her shoulders, completed the exterior of Miss Griselda Oldbuck. Her niece, the same whom Lovel had seen transiently during his first visit, was a pretty young woman, genteelly dressed according to the fashion of the day, with an air of espiéglérie which became her very well, and which was perhaps derived from the caustic humour peculiar to her uncle's family, though softened by transmission. Mr Lovel paid his respects to both ladies, and was answered by the elder with the prolonged curtesy of 1760, drawn from the righteous period, When folks conceived a grace Of half an hour's space, And rejoiced in a Friday's capon, and by the younger with a modern reverence, which, like the festive benediction of a modern divine, was of much shorter duration. |