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--Life, with you, Glows in the brain and dances in the arteries;'Tis like the wine some joyous guest hath quaffed, That glads the heart and elevates the fancy:

Mine is the poor residuum of the cup, Vapid, and dull, and tasteless, only soiling, With its base dregs, the vessel that contains it.

Old Play.

``Now, only think what a man my brother is, Mr.Blattergowl, for a wise man and a learned man, to bring this Yerl into our house without speaking a word to a body! And there's the distress of thae Mucklebackits--we canna get a fin o' fish--and we hae nae time to send ower to Fairport for beef, and the mutton's but new killed--and that silly fliskmahoy, Jenny Rintherout, has taen the exies, and done naething but laugh and greet, the skirl at the tail o' the guffaw, for twa days successfully--and now we maun ask that strange man, that's as grand and as grave as the Yerl himsell, to stand at the sideboard!

and I canna gang into the kitchen to direct onything, for he's hovering there, making some pousowdie for my Lord, for he * _Pousowdie,_--Miscellaneous mess.

doesna eat like ither folk neither--And how to sort the strange servant man at dinner time--I am sure, Mr.Blattergowl, a'thegither, it passes my judgment.''

``Truly, Miss Griselda,'' replied the divine, ``Monkbarns was inconsiderate.He should have taen a day to see the invitation, as they do wi' the titular's condescendence in the process of valuation and sale.But the great man could not have come on a sudden to ony house in this parish where he could have been better served with _vivers_--that I must say--and also that the steam from the kitchen is very gratifying to my nostrils;--and if ye have ony household affairs to attend to, Mrs.Griselda, never make a stranger of me--I can amuse mysell very weel with the larger copy of Erskine's Institutes.''

And taking down from the window-seat that amusing folio, (the Scottish Coke upon Littleton), he opened it, as if instinctively, at the tenth title of Book Second, ``of Teinds or Tythes,''

and was presently deeply wrapped up in an abstruse discussion concerning the temporality of benefices.

The entertainment, about which Miss Oldbuck expressed so much anxiety, was at length placed upon the table; and the Earl of Glenallan, for the first time since the date of his calamity, sat at a stranger's board, surrounded by strangers.He seemed to himself like a man in a dream, or one whose brain was not fully recovered from the effects of an intoxicating potion.Relieved, as he had that morning been, from the image of guilt which had so long haunted his imagination, he felt his sorrows as a lighter and more tolerable load, but was still unable to take any share in the conversation that passed around him.It was, indeed, of a cast very different from that which he had been accustomed to.The bluntness of Oldbuck, the tiresome apologetic harangues of his sister, the pedantry of the divine, and the vivacity of the young soldier, which savoured much more of the camp than of the court, were all new to a nobleman who had lived in a retired and melancholy state for so many years, that the manners of the world seemed to him equally strange and unpleasing.Miss M`Intyre alone, from the natural politeness and unpretending simplicity of her manners, appeared to belong to that class of society to which he had been accustomed in his earlier and better days.

Nor did Lord Glenallan's deportment less surprise the company.

Though a plain but excellent family-dinner was provided (for, as Mr.Blattergowl had justly said, it was impossible to surprise Miss Griselda when her larder was empty), and though the Antiquary boasted his best port, and assimilated it to the Falernian of Horace, Lord Glenallan was proof to the allurements of both.His servant placed before him a small mess of vegetables, that very dish, the cooking of which had alarmed Miss Griselda, arranged with the most minute and scrupulous neatness.He ate sparingly of these provisions;and a glass of pure water, sparkling from the fountain-head, completed his repast.Such, his servant said, had been his lordship's diet for very many years, unless upon the high festivals of the Church, or when company of the first rank were entertained at Glenallan House, when he relaxed a little in the austerity of his diet, and permitted himself a glass or two of wine.But at Monkbarns, no anchoret could have made a more simple and scanty meal.

The Antiquary was a gentleman, as we have seen, in feeling, but blunt and careless in expression, from the habit of living with those before whom he had nothing to suppress.He attacked his noble guest without scruple on the severity of his regimen.

``A few half-cold greens and potatoes--a glass of ice-cold water to wash them down--antiquity gives no warrant for it, my lord.This house used to be accounted a _hospitium,_ a place of retreat for Christians; but your lordship's diet is that of a heathen Pythagorean, or Indian Bramin--nay, more severe than either, if you refuse these fine apples.''

``I am a Catholic, you are aware,'' said Lord Glenallan, wishing to escape from the discussion, ``and you know that our church''--``Lays down many rules of mortification,'' proceeded the dauntless Antiquary; ``but I never heard that they were quite so rigorously practised--Bear witness my predecessor, John of the Girnel, or the jolly Abbot, who gave his name to this apple, my lord.''