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brought relief to the tumult of his mind, after the most painful and agitating day which he had ever passed.


A Letter from Tully-Veolan

In the morning, when Waverley's troubled reflections had for some time given way to repose, there came music to his dreams, but not the voice of Selma. He imagined himself transported back to Tully-Veolan, and that he heard David Gelo latly singing in the court those matins which used generally to be the first sounds that disturbed his repose while a guest of the Baron of Bradwardine. The notes which suggested this vision continued and waxed louder, until Edward awaked in earnest. The illusion, however, did not seem entirely dispelled. The apartment was in the fortress of Ian nan Chaistel, but it was still the voice of Davie Gellatly

that made the following lines resound under the window :

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Curious to know what could have determined Mr Gellatly, on an excursion of such unwonted extent, Edward began to dress himself in all haste, during which operation the minstrelsy of Davie changed its tune more than once,

There's nought in the Highlands but syboes and leeks, And lang-leggit callans gaun wanting the breeks; Wanting the breeks, and without hose and shoon, . , But we'll a' win the breeks when King Jamie comes


. By the time Waverley was dressed and had issued forth, David had associated himself with two or three of the numerous Highland loungers who always graced the gates of the castle with their presence, and was capering and dancing full merrily

in the doubles and full career of a Scotch foursome reel, to the music of his own whistling: In this double capacity of dancer and musician, he continued until an idle piper, who observed his zeal, obeyed the unanimous call of Şeid suas, (i. e. blow up) and relieved him from the latter part of his trouble. Young and old then min. gled in the dance as they could find partners. The appearance of Waverley did not interrupt David's exercise, though he contrived, by grinning, nodding, and throwing one or two inclinations of the body into the graces with which he performed the Highland fling, to convey to our hero symptoms of recognition. Then, while busily employed in setting, whooping all the while and snapping his fingers over his head, he of a sudden prolonged his side-step until it brought him to the place where Edward was standing, and, still keeping time to the music like harlequin in a pantomime, he thrust a letter into our hero's hand, and continued his saltation without pause or intermission. Edward, who perceived that the address was in Rose's hand-writing, retired to peruse it, leaving the faithful bearer to continue his exercise until the piper or he should be tired out.

The contents of the letter greatly surprised him. It had originally commenced with, Dear Sir; but these words had been carefully erased, and the monosyllable, Sir, substituted in their place. The rest of the contents shall be given in Rose's own language. ..." I fear I am using an improper freedom by intruding upon you, yet I cannot trust to any one else' to let you know some things which have happened here, with which it seems nécessary you should be acquainted. Forgive me, if I am wrong in what I ani doing; for, alas ! Mr Waverley, I have no better advice than that of my own feelings my dear father is gone from this place, and when he can return to my assistance and protection, God

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