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I trust, between the blood of learned and reverend prelates and scholars, of gallant soldiers and noble gentlemen, and the red puddle that stagnates in the veins of psalm-singing mechanics, crack-brained demagogues, and sullen boors; some distinction, in short, between spilling a flask of generous wine and dashing down a can full of base muddy ale.'

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Did you ever read Froissart?'

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I have half a mind,' said Claverhouse, to contrive you should have six months' imprisonment in order to procure you that pleasure. His chapters inspire me with more enthusiasm than even poetry itself. And the noble canon, with what true chivalrous feeling he confines his beautiful expressions of sorrow to the death of the gallant and high-bred knight, of whom it was a pity to see the fall, such was his loyalty to his king, pure faith to his religion, hardihood towards his enemy, and fidelity to his ladylove!-Ah benedicite! how he will mourn over the fall of such a pearl of knighthood, be it on the side he happens to favour, or on the other. But, truly, for sweeping from the face of the earth some few hundreds of villain churles, who are born but to plough it, the high-born and inquisitive historian has marvellous little sympathy-as little, or less, perhaps, than John Grahame of Claverhouse."


The following dialogue between Mause and Cuddie, when the latter, after being dragged into the rebellion, was about to be submitted to the examination

on which his life was to depend, will give a good specimen of both :

"I must apprise you,' said the latter, (Claverhouse) as he led the way down stairs, that you will

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get off cheap, and so will your servant, providing he can keep his tongue quiet.'

Cuddie caught these last words to his exceeding


"De'il a fear o' me,' said he, doesna pit her finger in the pye."

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At that moment his shoulder was seized by old Mause, who had contrived to thrust herself forward into the lobby of the apartment.

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· O, hinny, hinny!' said she to Cuddie, hanging upon his neck,' glad and proud, and sorry and humbled am I, a' in ane and the same instant, to see my bairn ganging to testify for the truth gloriously with his mouth in council, as he did with his weapon in the field.'

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Whisht, whisht, mother,' cried Cuddie impatiently. Odd, ye daft wife, is this a time to speak o' thae things?-I tell ye I'll testify naething either ae gate or another. I hae spoken to Mr. Poundtext, and I'll tak the declaration, or whate'er they ca' it, and we're a' to win free off, if we do that-he's gotten life for himsel and a' his folk, and that's a minister for my siller; I like nane o' your sermons that end in a psalm at the Grassmarket.'

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'O, Cuddie, man, laith wad I be they suld hurt ye,' said old Mause, divided grievously between the safety of her son's soul and that of his body; but mind, my bonny bairn, ye hae battled for the faith,

and dinna let the dread o' losing creature comforts withdraw ye frae the gude fight.'

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Hout, tout, mother,' replied Cuddie, I hae fought e'en ower muckle already, and, to speak plain, I'm wearied o' trade. I hae swaggered wi' a' thae arms, and musquets, and pistols, buff coats, and bandaliers, lang eneugh, and I like the pleugh-paidle a hantle better, I ken naething suld gar a man fight, (that's to say, when he's no angry,) by and outtaken the dread o' being hanged, or killed if he turns back.'

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But, my dear Cuddie,' continued the persevering Mause, your bridal garment-Oh, hinny, dinna sully the marriage garment!'

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Awa', awa,' mother,' replied Cuddie ; ye see the folks waiting for me?-Never fear meken how to turn this far better than ye do.'

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(See Plate.)

The singular person of whose real history and condition the following few particulars are detailed, has already excited the curiosity and contributed to the entertainment of the public in no ordinary degree, under the fictitious character of the black dwarf. Of Ritchie's being the real prototype of that marvellous misanthrope, we do not profess to entertain even the

*Elshender, the Recluse." Tales of my Landlord,” first


shadow of a doubt. Under that view he has been already described, evidently from high authority, in the Quarterly Review; and also in one of the numbers of the Edinburgh Monthly Magazine.

David Ritchie, commonly called bowed Davie, was born at Easter Happrew, in the Parish of Stobo, Peebleshire, about the year 1740. His father, William Ritchie, a labouring man, was employed for many years in the State quarries in that place, as was also one of his sons, who was older than David. The name of our hero's mother was Niven. David used to say, that his deformity was owing to ill-guiding in his childhood; but this was not credited, and he is understood to have been ill-shapen from his birth. Whether his peculiar temper arose entirely from this cause, or from original disposition, it appears at least to have displayed itself at a very early age; and his father used to observe, that, "he was born either to slay or be slain." He was never more than a few months at school, but he had learned to read English very well. He was sent to Edinburgh when young, to learn the trade of a brush-maker; but his extraordinary figure attracted so much notice, that he soon left this city in disgust, and retired to his native hills.

How Davie subsisted on his return to the country we have not heard, but some time afterwards, probably in the death of his father, he attracted the notice of Sir James Nasmyth; and being now settled in the parish of Manor, he formed the plan of erecting a cottage for himself on the grounds of that gentleman, whose permission he seems to have readily ob

tained. He fixed upon a spot of ground at the bottom of a steep bank on the farm of Woodhouse. The benevolent proprietor directed his servants to lend him what assistance he might require, and gave him possession of the ground rent free. The dwarf required but little assistance. With incredible labour and perseverance, he first cleared the space to be occupied by his hut and a small garden; scooping out for that purpose a large recess in the side of the hill, which, rising abruptly, formed on the one side a natural wall to the garden. The rest of it was inclosed partly by a wall of considerable height, and partly by the cottage, which occupied another of the sides. The walls both of the garden and the hut, were chiefly built by Davie himself, of such materials as the spot afforded. Though without mortar they were very solid, and were formed of alternate layers of large stones and turf. Having covered the cottage with a neat thatch-roof, and constructed a small door, and a few rude pieces of household furniture, he proceeded to the cultivation of his garden, in which he displayed very considerable taste as well as industry. In a short time he contrived to stock it with a few fruit trees, and with all sorts of flowers, herbs, and culinary vegetables, which could be procured in the neighbourhood. His manner of working is described by persons who used to visit him as exceedingly laborious. Being unable to make use of his feet in digging, he had a spade so contrived that he could force it down with his breast; the rest of the labour was performed entirely by means of his arms and hands, in which he possessed great strength. He also procured some

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