Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 1Scott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 1
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
'What, Doctor,' said the Baronet,'must I call to your recollection
your own sermon on the late general fast? Did you not encourage us
to hope that the Lord of Hosts would go forth with our armies, and
that our enemies, who blasphemed him, should be put to shame?'
'It may please a kind father to chasten even his beloved
children,' answered the Vicar.
'I think,' said a gentleman near the foot of the table,'that the
Covenanters made some apology of the same kind for the failure of
their prophecies at the battle of Dunbar, when their mutinous
preachers compelled the prudent Lesley to go down against the
Philistines in Gilgal.'
The Vicar fixed a scrutinizing and not a very complacent eye upon
this intruder. He was a young man, of mean stature, and rather a
reserved appearance. Early and severe study had quenched in his
features the gaiety peculiar to his age, and impressed upon them a
premature cast of thoughtfulness. His eye had, however, retained
its fire, and his gesture its animation. Had he remained silent,
he would have been long unnoticed; but when he spoke there was
something in his manner which arrested attention.
'Who is this young man?' said the Vicar in a low voice to his
neighbour.
'A Scotchman called Maxwell, on a visit to Sir Henry,' was the
answer.
'I thought so, from his accent and his manners,' said the Vicar.
It may be here observed that the northern English retain rather
more of the ancient hereditary aversion to their neighbours than
their countrymen of the south. The interference of other
disputants, each of whom urged his opinion with all the vehemence
of wine and politics, rendered the summons to the drawing-room
agreeable to the more sober part of the company.
The company dispersed by degrees, and at length the Vicar and the
young Scotchman alone remained, besides the Baronet, his lady,
daughters, and myself. The clergyman had not, it would seem,
forgot the observation which ranked him with the false prophets of
Dunbar, for he addressed Mr. Maxwell upon the first opportunity.
'Hem! I think, sir, you mentioned something about the civil wars
of last century? You must be deeply skilled in them, indeed, if
you can draw any parallel betwixt those and the present evil days
--days which I am ready to maintain are the most gloomy that ever
darkened the prospects of Britain.'
'God forbid, Doctor, that I should draw a comparison between the
present times and those you mention. I am too sensible of the
advantages we enjoy over our ancestors. Faction and ambition have
introduced division among us; but we are still free from the guilt
of civil bloodshed, and from all the evils which flow from it. Our
foes, sir, are not those of our own household; and while we
continue united and firm, from the attacks of a foreign enemy,
however artful, or however inveterate, we have, I hope, little to
dread.'
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