Burton's Anatomia hath it, a phrenesiac or lethargic patient, you would wonder where he hath sae suddenly acquired all this fine sprack festivity and jocularity."

"Truly," said Fergus Mac-Ivor, "I think it can only be the inspiration of the tartans; for though Waverley be always. a man of sense and honour, I have hitherto often found him a very absent and inattentive companion."

"We are the more obliged to him," said the Chevalier," for having reserved for this evening qualities which even such intimate friends had not discovered -But come, gentlemen, the night advances, and the business of to-morrow must be early thought upon. Each take charge of his fair partner, and honour a small refreshment with your company."

He led the way to another suite of apartments, and assumed the seat and canopy at the head of a long range of tables, with an air of dignity mingled with courtesy,

which well became his high birth and lofty pretensions. An hour had hardly flown away when the musicians played the signal for parting, so well known in Scotland.

"Good night then," said the Chevalier, rising; "Good night, and joy be with you!-Good night, fair ladies, who have so highly honoured a proscribed and ba nished Prince.-Good night, my brave friends; may the happiness we have this evening experienced be an omen of our return to these our paternal halls, speedily and in triumph, and of many and many future meetings of mirth and pleasure in the palace of Holy Rood!"

When the Baron of Brad wardine afterwards mentioned this adieu of the Chevalier, he never failed to repeat, in a melancholy tone,

"Audiit, et voti Phoebus succedere partem

Mente dedit; partem volucres dispersit in auras;"

“which,” as he added, "is weel rendered into English metre by my friend Bangour;

"Ae half the prayer wi' Phœbus grace did find,

The t'other half he whistled down the wind.”

CHAPTER XXI.

The March.

THE Conflicting passions and exhausted feelings of Waverley had resigned him to late but sound repose. He was dreaming of Glennaquoich, and had transferred to the halls of Ian nan Chaistel the festal train which so lately graced those of Holy. Rood. The pibroch too was distinctly heard; and this at least was no delusion, for the "proud step of the chief piper" of the “chlain Mac-Ivor" was perambulating the court before the door of his Chieftain's quarters, and as Mrs Flockhart, apparently no friend to his minstrelsy, was pleased to observe, "garring the very stane and lime wa's dinnle wi' his screeching." Of course it soon became too powerful for

Waverley's dream, with which it had at first rather harmonized.

The sound of Callum's brogues in his apartment, (for Mac-Ivor had again assigned Waverley to his care) was the next note of parting. "Winna yere honour bang up? Vich Ian Vohr and ta Prince are awa' to the lang green glen ahint the clachan at they ca' King's Park, and mony ane's on hislain shanks the day that will be carried on ither folks ere night."

Waverley sprung up, and, with Callum's assistance and instructions, adjusted his tartans in proper costume. Callum told

him also,"tat his leather dorloch wi' the lock on her was come frae Doune, and she was awa again in the wain wi' Vich Ian Vohr's walise."

By this periphrasis Waverley readily apprehended his portmanteau was intended. He thought upon the mysterious packet of the maid of the cavern, which seemed always to escape him when within his very grasp. But this was no time for