My rehearsal, however, though not absolutely and altogether to my taste, has prepared me in some measure for the less tempered and guarded sentence of the world. So a man must learn to encounter a foil before he confronts a sword; and to take up my original simile, a horse must be accustomed to a _feu de joie_, before you can ride him against a volley of balls. Well, Corporal Nym's philosophy is not the worst that has been preached, “Things must be as they may.” If my lucubrations give pleasure, I may again require the attention of the courteous reader; if not, here end the CHRONICLES OF THE CANONGATE. End of Project Gutenberg's The Surgeon's Daughter, by Sir Walter Scott