RATHER UNIMPORTANT 'I was turned back,' said Fergus to Edward, as they galloped from Preston to Pinkie-house, 'by a message from the Prince.

But, I suppose, you know the value of this most noble Colonel Talbot as a prisoner.

He is held one of the best officers among the red-coats; a special friend and favourite of the Elector himself, and of that dreadful hero, the Duke of Cumberland, who has been summoned from his triumphs at Fontenoy, to come over and devour us poor Highlanders alive.

Has he been telling you how the bells of St.James's ring?
Not "turn again, Whittington," like those of Bow, in the days of yore ?' 'Fergus!' said Waverley, with a reproachful look.
'Nay, I cannot tell what to make of you,' answered the Chief of Mac-Ivor, 'you are blown about with every wind of doctrine.

Here have we gained a victory, unparalleled in history--and your behaviour is praised by every living mortal to the skies--and the Prince is eager to thank you in person--and all our beauties of the White Rose are pulling caps for you,--and you, the PREUX CHEVALIER of the day, are stooping on your horse's neck like a butter-woman riding to market, and looking as black as a funeral!' 'I am sorry for poor Colonel Gardiner's death: he was once very kind to me.' 'Why, then, be sorry for five minutes, and then be glad again; his chance to-day may be ours to-morrow.