Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — CompleteScott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Complete
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
So saying, he turned easily away and joined a circle of officers at a
few paces' distance, leaving Waverley to meditate upon his parting
expression, which, though not intelligible to him in its whole purport,
was sufficiently so in the caution which the last word recommended.
Making, therefore, an effort to show himself worthy of the interest
which his new master had expressed, by instant obedience to his
recommendation, he walked up to the spot where Flora and Miss
Bradwardine were still seated, and having made his compliments to the
latter, he succeeded, even beyond his own expectation, in entering into
conversation upon general topics.
If, my dear reader, thou hast ever happened to take post-horses at ----
or at ----(one at least of which blanks, or more probably both, you
will be able to fill up from an inn near your own residence), you must
have observed, and doubtless with sympathetic pain, the reluctant agony
with which the poor jades at first apply their galled necks to the
collars of the harness. But when the irresistible arguments of the
post-boy have prevailed upon them to proceed a mile or two, they will
become callous to the first sensation; and being warm in the harness,
as the said post-boy may term it, proceed as if their withers were
altogether unwrung. This simile so much corresponds with the state of
Waverley's feelings in the course of this memorable evening, that I
prefer it (especially as being, I trust, wholly original) to any more
splendid illustration with which Byshe's 'Art of Poetry' might supply
me.
Exertion, like virtue, is its own reward; and our hero had, moreover,
other stimulating motives for persevering in a display of affected
composure and indifference to Flora's obvious unkindness. Pride, which
supplies its caustic as an useful, though severe, remedy for the wounds
of affection, came rapidly to his aid. Distinguished by the favour of a
prince; destined, he had room to hope, to play a conspicuous part in
the revolution which awaited a mighty kingdom; excelling, probably, in
mental acquirements, and equalling at least in personal
accomplishments, most of the noble and distinguished persons with whom
he was now ranked; young, wealthy, and high-born,--could he, or ought
he, to droop beneath the frown of a capricious beauty?
O nymph, unrelenting and cold as thou art,
My bosom is proud as thine own.
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