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 moveables 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 virtu; 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 court-yard, 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, cast 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 heir-loom, 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 presence!''
``I am truly happy,'' said Colonel Talbot, ``that by the recovery of 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.