A SOLDIER'S DINNER James of the Needle was a man of his word, when whisky was no party to the contract; and upon this occasion Callum Beg, who still thought himself in Waverley's debt, since he had declined accepting compensation at the expense of mine Host of the Candlestick's person, took the opportunity of discharging the obligation, by mounting guard over the hereditary tailor of Sliochd nan Ivor; and, as he expressed himself, 'targed him tightly' till the finishing of the job.

To rid himself of this restraint, Shemus's needle flew through the tartan like lightning; and as the artist kept chanting some dreadful skirmish of Fin Macoul, he accomplished at least three stitches to the death of every hero.

The dress was, therefore, soon ready, for the short coat fitted the wearer, and the rest of the apparel required little adjustment.
Our hero having now fairly assumed the 'garb of old Gaul,' well calculated its it was to give an appearance of strength to a figure, which, though tall and well-made, was rather elegant than robust, I hope my fair readers will excuse him if he looked at himself in the mirror more than once, and could not help acknowledging that the reflection seemed that of a very handsome young fellow.

In fact, there was no disguising it.

His light-brown hair--for he wore no periwig, notwithstanding the universal fashion of the time--became the bonnet which surmounted it.