CHAPTER NINETEENTH.
Here has been such a stormy encounter Betwixt my cousin Captain, and this soldier, About I know not what!--nothing, indeed; Competitions, degrees, and comparatives Of soldiership!-- A Faire Qurrell.
The attentive audience gave the fair transcriber of the foregoing legend the thanks which politeness required.

Oldbuck alone curled up his nose, and observed, that Miss Wardour's skill was something like that of the alchemists, for she had contrived to extract a sound and valuable moral out of a very trumpery and ridiculous legend.

"It is the fashion, as I am given to understand, to admire those extravagant fictions--for me, -- I bear an English heart, Unused at ghosts and rattling bones to start." "Under your favour, my goot Mr.Oldenbuck," said the German, "Miss Wardour has turned de story, as she does every thing as she touches, very pretty indeed; but all the history of de Harz goblin, and how he walks among de desolate mountains wid a great fir-tree for his walking cane, and wid de great green bush around his head and his waist--that is as true as I am an honest man." "There is no disputing any proposition so well guaranteed," answered the Antiquary, drily.

But at this moment the approach of a stranger cut short the conversation.
The new comer was a handsome young man, about five-and-twenty, in a military undress, and bearing, in his look and manner, a good deal of the martial profession--nay, perhaps a little more than is quite consistent with the ease of a man of perfect good-breeding, in whom no professional habit ought to predominate.

He was at once greeted by the greater part of the company.