Category: Historical Novels

The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)

One evening in the month of March, 1688, a party of thirty soldiers mustered rapidly and silently under the arches of the White Horse Hostel, an old and well-known inn on the north side of the Canongate of Edinburgh. The night was dark and cold, and a high wind swept in gusts...

Chapters

12. CHAPTER XII.

Several days elapsed without our tyrannical voluptuary being able to do anything personally in the discovery, or persecution of the Napiers. His wounded hand from neglect became...

14. CHAPTER XIV.

She's here! yet O! my tongue is at a loss; Teach me, some power, that happy art of speech, To dress my purpose up in gracious words, Such as may softly steal upon her soul.

11. CHAPTER XI.

"Too long by love a wandering fire misled, My latter days in vain delusion fled; Day after day, year after year, withdrew, And beauty blessed the minutes as they flew, These hou...

18. CHAPTER XVIII.

The lady of my love resides Within a garden's bound; There springs the rose, the lily there And hollyhock are found. An instant on her form I gazed, So delicately white; Mild as...

6. CHAPTER VI.

Whether I was brought into this world by the usual human helps and means, or was a special creation, might admit of some controversy, as I have never known the name of parent or...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

The gloom, monotony, and degradation affected his mind, not less than the confinement and noxious vapours of the place did his health, and he felt his strength and spirit failin...

5. CHAPTER V.

In a dark old wainscotted apartment, in the small arched chimney of which a coal fire was glowing cheerily, supper and wine were sullenly laid for Walter by a sleepy and half-fr...

10. CHAPTER X.

Thou art most fair; but could thy lovely face Make slavery look more comely? could the touch Of thy soft hand convey delight to mine With servile fetters on. BOADICEA, ACT IV.

4. CHAPTER IV.

The young man placed his pike across the door of the chamber of dais (as the dining-hall was named in those Scottish houses, which, though to all intents baronial, were not cast...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

A long table, covered with scarlet cloth, extended from the throne towards the end of the room where Walter stood. Large, red-edged, and massively gilded statute books, docquets...

15. CHAPTER XV.

HORATIO. 'Tis well, sir, you are pleasant. LOTHARIO. By the joys Which my fond soul has uncontrolled pursued, I would not turn aside from my least pleasure, Though all thy force...

3. CHAPTER III.

The entrance to the mansion was by the narrow tower already described, and which contained what is called in Scotland the Turnpike, a spiral stair, turning sharply round on its...

2. CHAPTER II.

A stranger, and a slave, unknown like him, Proposing much means little;--talks and vows, Delighted with the prospect of a change, He promised to redeem ten Christians more, And...

17. CHAPTER XVII.

Issuing from a private gate in the northern flank of the city wall, at the foot of the court attached to his mansion, the Lord and his staunch follower mounted in a narrow lane,...

1. CHAPTER I.

One evening in the month of March, 1688, a party of thirty soldiers mustered rapidly and silently under the arches of the White Horse Hostel, an old and well-known inn on the no...

16. CHAPTER XVI.

Clermistonlee was well aware that the forcible abduction of a young lady of family (or quality, according to the phraseology of the time), would create no small degree of indign...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Ye holy martyrs, who with wond'rous faith, And constancy unshaken have sustained The rage of cruel men and fiery persecutions; Come to my aid and teach me to defy The malice of...

19. CHAPTER XIX.

The soul which ne'er hath felt a genial ray Glow to the drum's long roll or trumpet's bray; Start to the bugle's distant blast, and hail Its buxom greetings on the morning gale-...

9. CHAPTER IX.

A mournful one am I, above whose head, A day of perfect bliss hath never passed; Whatever joys my soul have ravished, Soon was the radiance of those joys o'ercast. LAYS OF THE M...