'You do not know the severity of a Government harassed by just apprehensions, and a consciousness of their own illegality and insecurity.

I shall have to deliver you from some dungeon in Stirling or Edinburgh Castle.' 'My innocence, my rank, my father's intimacy with Lord M--, General G--, &c., will be a sufficient protection,' said Waverley.
'You will find the contrary,' replied the Chieftain;--'these gentlemen will have enough to do about their own matters.

Once more, will you take the plaid, and stay a little while with us among the mists and the crows, in the bravest cause ever sword was drawn in ?' [A Highland rhyme on Glencairn's Expedition, in 1650, has these lines-- We'll hide a while among ta crows, 'We'll wiske ta sword and bend ta bows.] 'For many reasons, my dear Fergus, you must hold me excused.' 'Well, then,' said Mac-Ivor, 'I shall certainly find you exerting your poetical talents in elegies upon a prison, or your antiquarian researches in detecting the Oggam [The Oggam is a species of the old Irish character.

The idea of the correspondence betwixt the Celtic and Punic, founded on a scene in Plautus, was not started till General Vallancey set up his theory, long after the date of Fergus Mac-Ivor.] character, or some Punic hieroglyphic upon the key-stones of a vault, curiously arched.

Or what say you to UN PETIT PENDEMENT BIEN JOLI?
against which awkward ceremony I don't warrant you, should you meet a body of the armed west-country Whigs.' 'And why should they use me so ?' said Waverley.
'For a hundred good reasons,' answered Fergus: 'First, you are an Englishman; secondly, a gentleman; thirdly, a prelatist abjured; and, fourthly, they have not had an opportunity to exercise their talents on such a subject this long while.