WAVERLEY CONTINUES AT GLENNAQUOICH As Flora concluded her song, Fergus stood before them.

'I knew I should find you here, even without the assistance of my friend Bran.

A simple and unsublimed taste now, like my own, would prefer a jet d'eau at Versailles to this cascade, with all its accompaniments of rock and roar; but this is Flora's Parnassus, Captain Waverley, and that fountain her Helicon.

It would be greatly for the benefit of my cellar if she could teach her coadjutor, Mac-Murrough, the value of its influence: he has just drunk a pint of usquebaugh to correct, he said, the coldness of the claret.

Let me try its virtues.' He sipped a little water in the hollow of his hand, and immediately commenced, with a theatrical air,-- 'O Lady of the desert, hail! That lovest the harping of the Gael, Through fair and fertile regions borne, Where never yet grew grass or corn.
But English poetry will never succeed under the influence of a Highland Helicon.