Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Next morning my head ached, but nothing to speak of. I arose, sent for a
dealer in clothes, and purchased a jacket and hat, had breakfast, and
took a walk through the town. As I did not intend to leave it until I
had heard the issue of the brawl, nothing else was talked of. The fight
between them and the constables had been long and severe, for they made
a desperate resistance; and it was not until several of the inhabitants
had reinforced the civil power, that the beggars were secured, and
lodged in jail, male and female. I wished only to know the fate of Bill
and Betsy, and then started upon my journey--I wished to have no further
intercourse with them. My bundle, and necessaries in it, I had given up
for lost, unless they were liberated, at least Betsy, through the course
of the day. I could not have found my way to their room without inquiry;
and this it was neither prudent nor of any use to make, until they were
liberated. Well, the magistrates were busy examining them, I was told,
the whole forenoon, and the issue was, that all the able-bodied
rascals--Bill amongst the rest--were sent to man His Majesty's navy, and
the females were to be confined, and then banished the town for ever.
I returned to my inn, and, by appointment, met my new acquaintances, the
captains;--one of them, the captain of a brig, was loading grain for
London. I was weary of walking on foot, and agreed with him for a
passage, leaving my conductors to the beggars' ball in durance; the
males expecting to be sent off in a day or two, and the females making
out their solitary confinement, preparatory to their banishment.
LEEIN JAMIE MURDIESTON.
With the exception of one unhappy failing, delicately hinted at in the
title of this sketch, there was nothing really bad in the character of
Mr. James Murdieston. He was an honest, civil, inoffensive, and obliging
man; but--we neither can nor will conceal the fact--a most determined
inventor. Yet his lies had no malevolence in them. They were all of the
vainglorious kind, and never bore reference to any man or woman's
character or affairs. On the whole, as defensible as lies can be, they
were also as harmless. To profession, an enlightener of the world, not
as a philosopher or teacher of science, but simply as a candle-maker, he
was so far a benefactor of mankind, but on a very humble scale--having
only the wants of a very small village to supply with the produce of his
manufacture.
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