This is no mine ain house, I ken by the bigging o't—Old Song.
The nuptial party travelled in great style. There was a coach and
six after the newest pattern, which Sir Everard had presented to
his nephew, that dazzled with its splendour the eyes of one half
of Scotland; there was the family coach of Mr. Rubrick;—both
these were crowded with ladies,—and there were gentlemen on
horseback, with their servants, to the number of a round score.
Nevertheless, without having the fear of famine before his eyes,
Bailie Macwheeble met them in the road to entreat that they would
pass by his house at Little Veolan. The Baron stared, and said his
son and he would certainly ride by Little Veolan and pay their
compliments to the Bailie, but could not think of bringing with
them the 'haill comitatus nuptialis, or matrimonial procession.'
He added, 'that, as he understood that the barony had been sold by
its unworthy possessor, he was glad to see his old friend Duncan
had regained his situation under the new Dominus, or proprietor.'
The Bailie ducked, bowed, and fidgeted, and then again insisted
upon his invitation; until the Baron, though rather piqued at the
pertinacity of his instances, could not nevertheless refuse to
consent without making evident sensations which he was anxious to
He fell into a deep study as they approached the top of the
avenue, and was only startled from it by observing that the
battlements were replaced, the ruins cleared away, and (most
wonderful of all) that the two great stone bears, those mutilated
Dagons of his idolatry, had resumed their posts over the gateway.
'Now this new proprietor,' said he to Edward, 'has shown mair
gusto, as the Italians call it, in the short time he has had this
domain, than that hound Malcolm, though I bred him here mysell,
has acquired vita adhuc durante. And now I talk of hounds, is not
yon Ban and Buscar who come scouping up the avenue with Davie
'I vote we should go to meet them, sir,' said Waverley, 'for I
believe the present master of the house is Colonel Talbot, who
will expect to see us. We hesitated to mention to you at first
that he had purchased your ancient patrimonial property, and even
yet, if you do not incline to visit him, we can pass on to the
The Baron had occasion for all his magnanimity. However, he drew
long breath, took a long snuff, and observed, since they had
brought him so far, he could not pass the Colonel's gate, and he
would be happy to see the new master of his old tenants. He
alighted accordingly, as did the other gentlemen and ladies; he
gave his arm to his daughter, and as they descended the avenue
pointed out to her how speedily the 'Diva Pecunia of the
Southron—their tutelary deity, he might call her—had removed the marks of
In truth, not only had the felled trees been removed, but, their
stumps being grubbed up and the earth round them levelled and sown
with grass, every mark of devastation, unless to an eye intimately
acquainted with the spot, was already totally obliterated. There
was a similar reformation in the outward man of Davie Gellatley,
who met them, every now and then stopping to admire the new suit
which graced his person, in the same colours as formerly, but
bedizened fine enough to have served Touchstone himself. He danced
up with his usual ungainly frolics, first to the Baron and then to
Rose, passing his hands over his clothes, crying, 'Bra', bra'
Davie,' and scarce able to sing a bar to an end of his
thousand-and-one songs for the breathless extravagance of his joy. The dogs
also acknowledged their old master with a thousand gambols. 'Upon
my conscience, Rose,' ejaculated the Baron, 'the gratitude o' thae
dumb brutes and of that puir innocent brings the tears into my
auld een, while that schellum Malcolm—but I'm obliged to Colonel
Talbot for putting my hounds into such good condition, and
likewise for puir Davie. But, Rose, my dear, we must not permit
them to be a life-rent burden upon the estate.'
As he spoke, Lady Emily, leaning upon the arm of her husband, met
the party at the lower gate with a thousand welcomes. After the
ceremony of introduction had been gone through, much abridged by
the ease and excellent breeding of Lady Emily, she apologised for
having used a little art to wile them back to a place which might
awaken some painful reflections—'But as it was to change masters,
we were very desirous that the Baron—'
'Mr. Bradwardine, madam, if you please,' said the old
'—Mr. Bradwardine, then, and Mr. Waverley should see what we
done towards restoring the mansion of your fathers to its former
The Baron answered with a low bow. Indeed, when he entered the
court, excepting that the heavy stables, which had been burnt
down, were replaced by buildings of a lighter and more picturesque
appearance, all seemed as much as possible restored to the state
in which he had left it when he assumed arms some months before.
The pigeon-house was replenished; the fountain played with its
usual activity, and not only the bear who predominated over its
basin, but all the other bears whatsoever, were replaced on their
several stations, and renewed or repaired with so much care that
they bore no tokens of the violence which had so lately descended
upon them. While these minutiae had been so needfully attended to,
it is scarce necessary to add that the house itself had been
thoroughly repaired, as well as the gardens, with the strictest
attention to maintain the original character of both, and to
remove as far as possible all appearance of the ravage they had
sustained. The Baron gazed in silent wonder; at length he
addressed Colonel Talbot—
'While I acknowledge my obligation to you, sir, for the
restoration of the badge of our family, I cannot but marvel that
you have nowhere established your own crest, whilk is, I believe,
a mastiff, anciently called a talbot; as the poet has it,
A talbot strong, a sturdy tyke.
At least such a dog is the crest of the martial and renowned
of Shrewsbury, to whom your family are probably
'I believe,' said the Colonel, smiling, 'our dogs are whelps of
the same litter; for my part, if crests were to dispute
precedence, I should be apt to let them, as the proverb says,
"fight dog, fight bear."'
As he made this speech, at which the Baron took another long
of snuff, they had entered the house, that is, the Baron, Rose,
and Lady Emily, with young Stanley and the Bailie, for Edward and
the rest of the party remained on the terrace to examine a new
greenhouse stocked with the finest plants. The Baron resumed his
favourite topic—'However it may please you to derogate from the
honour of your burgonet, Colonel Talbot, which is doubtless your
humour, as I have seen in other gentlemen of birth and honour in
your country, I must again repeat it as a most ancient and
distinguished bearing, as well as that of my young friend Francis
Stanley, which is the eagle and child.'
'The bird and bantling they call it in Derbyshire, sir,' said
'Ye're a daft callant, sir,' said the Baron, who had a great
liking to this young man, perhaps because he sometimes teased
him—'Ye're a daft callant, and I must correct you some of these
days,' shaking his great brown fist at him. 'But what I meant to
say, Colonel Talbot, is, that yours is an ancient prosapia, or
descent, and since you have lawfully and justly acquired the
estate for you and yours which I have lost for me and mine, I wish
it may remain in your name as many centuries as it has done in
that of the late proprietor's.'
'That,' answered the Colonel, 'is very handsome, Mr. Bradwardine,
'And yet, sir, I cannot but marvel that you, Colonel, whom I
to have so much of the amor patritz when we met in Edinburgh as
even to vilipend other countries, should have chosen to establish
your Lares, or household gods, procul a patrice finibus, and in a
manner to expatriate yourself.'
'Why really, Baron, I do not see why, to keep the secret of these
foolish boys, Waverley and Stanley, and of my wife, who is no
wiser, one old soldier should continue to impose upon another. You
must know, then, that I have so much of that same prejudice in
favour of my native country, that the sum of money which I
advanced to the seller of this extensive barony has only purchased
for me a box in——shire, called Brere-wood Lodge, with about
two hundred and fifty acres of land, the chief merit of which is,
that it is within a very few miles of Waverley-Honour.'
'And who, then, in the name of Heaven, has bought this
'That,' said the Colonel, 'it is this gentleman's profession to
The Bailie, whom this reference regarded, and who had all this
while shifted from one foot to another with great impatience,
'like a hen,' as he afterwards said, 'upon a het girdle'; and
chuckling, he might have added, like the said hen in all the glory
of laying an egg, now pushed forward. 'That I can, that I can,
your honour,' drawing from his pocket a budget of papers, and
untying the red tape with a hand trembling with eagerness. 'Here
is the disposition and assignation by Malcolm Bradwardine of
Inch-Grabbit, regularly signed and tested in terms of the statute,
whereby, for a certain sum of sterling money presently contented
and paid to him, he has disponed, alienated, and conveyed the
whole estate and barony of Bradwardine, Tully-Veolan, and others,
with the fortalice and manor-place—'
'For God's sake, to the point, sir; I have all that by heart,'
said the Colonel.
'—To Cosmo Comyne Bradwardme, Esq.,' pursued the Bailie, 'his
heirs and assignees, simply and irredeemably, to be held either a
me vel de me—'
'Pray read short, sir.'
'On the conscience of an honest man, Colonel, I read as short as
is consistent with style—under the burden and reservation
'Mr. Macwheeble, this would outlast a Russian winter; give me
leave. In short, Mr. Bradwardine, your family estate is your own
once more in full property, and at your absolute disposal, but
only burdened with the sum advanced to re-purchase it, which I
understand is utterly disproportioned to its value.'
'An auld sang—an auld sang, if it please your honours,' cried
Bailie, rubbing his hands; 'look at the rental book.'
'—Which sum being advanced, by Mr. Edward Waverley, chiefly from
the price of his father's property which I bought from him, is
secured to his lady your daughter and her family by this
'It is a catholic security,' shouted the Bailie,' to Rose Comyne
Bradwardine, alias Wauverley, in life-rent, and the children of
the said marriage in fee; and I made up a wee bit minute of an
antenuptial contract, intuitu matrimonij, so it cannot be subject
to reduction hereafter, as a donation inter virum et uxorem.'
It is difficult to say whether the worthy Baron was most
with the restitution of his family property or with the delicacy
and generosity that left him unfettered to pursue his purpose in
disposing of it after his death, and which avoided as much as
possible even the appearance of laying him under pecuniary
obligation. When his first pause of joy and astonishment was over,
his thoughts turned to the unworthy heir-male, who, he pronounced,
had sold his birthright, like Esau, for a mess o' pottage.
'But wha cookit the parritch for him?' exclaimed the Bailie; 'I
wad like to ken that;—wha but your honour's to command, Duncan
Macwheeble? His honour, young Mr. Wauverley, put it a' into my
hand frae the beginning—frae the first calling o' the summons, as
I may say. I circumvented them—I played at bogle about the bush
wi' them—I cajolled them; and if I havena gien Inch-Grabbit and
Jamie Howie a bonnie begunk, they ken themselves. Him a writer! I
didna gae slapdash to them wi' our young bra' bridegroom, to gar
them baud up the market. Na, na; I scared them wi' our wild
tenantry, and the Mac-Ivors, that are but ill settled yet, till
they durstna on ony errand whatsoever gang ower the doorstane
after gloaming, for fear John Heatherblutter, or some siccan
dare-the-deil, should tak a baff at them; then, on the other hand, I
beflummed them wi' Colonel Talbot; wad they offer to keep up the
price again' the Duke's friend? did they na ken wha was master?
had they na seen eneugh, by the sad example of mony a puir
misguided unhappy body—'
'Who went to Derby, for example, Mr. Macwheeble?' said the
to him aside.
'O whisht, Colonel, for the love o' God! let that flee stick i'
the wa'. There were mony good folk at Derby; and it's ill speaking
of halters'—with a sly cast of his eye toward the Baron, who was
in a deep reverie.
Starting out of it at once, he took Macwheeble by the button and
led him into one of the deep window recesses, whence only
fragments of their conversation reached the rest of the party. It
certainly related to stamp-paper and parchment; for no other
subject, even from the mouth of his patron, and he once more an
efficient one, could have arrested so deeply the Bailie's reverent
and absorbed attention.
'I understand your honour perfectly; it can be dune as easy as
taking out a decreet in absence.'
'To her and him, after my demise, and to their heirs-male, but
preferring the second son, if God shall bless them with two, who
is to carry the name and arms of Bradwardine of that ilk, without
any other name or armorial bearings whatsoever.'
'Tut, your honour!' whispered the Bailie, 'I'll mak a slight
jotting the morn; it will cost but a charter of resignation in
favorem; and I'll hae it ready for the next term in Exchequer.'
Their private conversation ended, the Baron was now summoned to
the honours of Tully-Veolan to new guests. These were Major
Melville of Cairnvreckan and the Reverend Mr. Morton, followed by
two or three others of the Baron's acquaintances, who had been
made privy to his having again acquired the estate of his fathers.
The shouts of the villagers were also heard beneath in the
courtyard; for Saunders Saunderson, who had kept the secret for several
days with laudable prudence, had unloosed his tongue upon
beholding the arrival of the carriages.
But, while Edward received Major Melville with politeness and the
clergyman with the most affectionate and grateful kindness, his
father-in-law looked a little awkward, as uncertain how he should
answer the necessary claims of hospitality to his guests, and
forward the festivity of his tenants. Lady Emily relieved him by
intimating that, though she must be an indifferent representative
of Mrs. Edward Waverley in many respects, she hoped the Baron
would approve of the entertainment she had ordered in expectation
of so many guests; and that they would find such other
accommodations provided as might in some degree support the
ancient hospitality of Tully-Veolan. It is impossible to describe
the pleasure which this assurance gave the Baron, who, with an air
of gallantry half appertaining to the stiff Scottish laird and
half to the officer in the French service, offered his arm to the
fair speaker, and led the way, in something between a stride and a
minuet step, into the large dining parlour, followed by all the
rest of the good company.
By dint of Saunderson's directions and exertions, all here, as
well as in the other apartments, had been disposed as much as
possible according to the old arrangement; and where new movables
had been necessary, they had been selected in the same character
with the old furniture. There was one addition to this fine old
apartment, however, which drew tears into the Baron's eyes. It was
a large and spirited painting, representing Fergus Mac-Ivor and
Waverley in their Highland dress, the scene a wild, rocky, and
mountainous pass, down which the clan were descending in the
background. It was taken from a spirited sketch, drawn while they
were in Edinburgh by a young man of high genius, and had been
painted on a full-length scale by an eminent London artist.
Raeburn himself (whose 'Highland Chiefs' do all but walk out of
the canvas) could not have done more justice to the subject; and
the ardent, fiery, and impetuous character of the unfortunate
Chief of Glennaquoich was finely contrasted with the
contemplative, fanciful, and enthusiastic expression of his
happier friend. Beside this painting hung the arms which Waverley
had borne in the unfortunate civil war. The whole piece was beheld
with admiration and deeper feelings.
Men must, however, eat, in spite both of sentiment and vertu; and
the Baron, while he assumed the lower end of the table, insisted
that Lady Emily should do the honours of the head, that they
might, he said, set a meet example to the YOUNG FOLK. After a
pause of deliberation, employed in adjusting in his own brain the
precedence between the Presbyterian kirk and Episcopal church of
Scotland, he requested Mr. Morton, as the stranger, would crave a
blessing, observing that Mr. Rubrick, who was at HOME, would
return thanks for the distinguished mercies it had been his lot to
experience. The dinner was excellent. Saunderson attended in full
costume, with all the former domestics, who had been collected,
excepting one or two, that had not been heard of since the affair
of Culloden. The cellars were stocked with wine which was
pronounced to be superb, and it had been contrived that the Bear
of the Fountain, in the courtyard, should (for that night only)
play excellent brandy punch for the benefit of the lower orders.
When the dinner was over the Baron, about to propose a toast,
a somewhat sorrowful look upon the sideboard, which, however,
exhibited much of his plate, that had either been secreted or
purchased by neighbouring gentlemen from the soldiery, and by them
gladly restored to the original owner.
"In the late times," he said, "those must be thankful who have
saved life and land; yet when I am about to pronounce this toast,
I cannot but regret an old heirloom, Lady Emily, a POCULUM
POTATORIUM, Colonel Talbot—"
Here the Baron's elbow was gently touched by his major-domo, and,
turning round, he beheld in the hands of Alexander ab Alexandro
the celebrated cup of Saint Duthac, the Blessed Bear of
Bradwardine! I question if the recovery of his estate afforded him
more rapture. "By my honour," he said, "one might almost believe
in brownies and fairies, Lady Emily, when your ladyship is in
"I am truly happy," said Colonel Talbot, "that, by the recovery
this piece of family antiquity, it has fallen within my power to
give you some token of my deep interest in all that concerns my
young friend Edward. But that you may not suspect Lady Emily for a
sorceress, or me for a conjuror, which is no joke in Scotland, I
must tell you that Frank Stanley, your friend, who has been seized
with a tartan fever ever since he heard Edward's tales of old
Scottish manners, happened to describe to us at second-hand this
remarkable cup. My servant, Spontoon, who, like a true old
soldier, observes everything and says little, gave me afterwards
to understand that he thought he had seen the piece of plate Mr.
Stanley mentioned in the possession of a certain Mrs. Nosebag,
who, having been originally the helpmate of a pawnbroker, had
found opportunity during the late unpleasant scenes in Scotland to
trade a little in her old line, and so became the depositary of
the more valuable part of the spoil of half the army. You may
believe the cup was speedily recovered; and it will give me very
great pleasure if you allow me to suppose that its value is not
diminished by having been restored through my means."
A tear mingled with the wine which the Baron filled, as he
proposed a cup of gratitude to Colonel Talbot, and 'The Prosperity
of the united Houses of Waverley-Honour and Bradwardine!'
It only remains for me to say that, as no wish was ever uttered
with more affectionate sincerity, there are few which, allowing
for the necessary mutability of human events, have been upon the
whole more happily fulfilled.