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Title: The Pirate

Andrew Lang Edition

Author: Sir Walter Scott

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Language: English

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THE PIRATE.

Nothing in him——
But doth suffer a sea-change.      
Tempest.

BIBLIOPHILE EDITION

This Edition of the Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, is limited to One Thousand Numbered and Signed Sets, of which this is

Number ...

University Library Association



Bibliophile Edition

THE WAVERLEY NOVELS

WITH NEW INTRODUCTIONS, NOTES AND GLOSSARIES
BY ANDREW LANG

THE PIRATE

BY
SIR WALTER SCOTT, Bart.

ILLUSTRATED

University Library Association
PHILADELPHIA


Copyright, 1893
By Estes & Lauriat


Andrew Lang Edition.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

THE PIRATE.

Volume I.
PAGE
Mordaunt in Yellowley’s Cottage Frontispiece
The Sword Dance 234

Volume II.
Minna on the Cliff 103
The Pirate’s Council 208
Minna taking the Pistol 250


EDITOR’S INTRODUCTION

TO

THE PIRATE.

The circumstances in which “The Pirate” was composed have for the Editor a peculiar interest. He has many times scribbled at the old bureau in Chiefswood whereon Sir Walter worked at his novel, and sat in summer weather beneath the great tree on the lawn where Erskine used to read the fresh chapters to Lockhart and his wife, while the burn murmured by from the Rhymer’s Glen. So little altered is the cottage of Chiefswood by the addition of a gabled wing in the same red stone as the older portion, so charmed a quiet has the place, in the shelter of Eildon Hill, that there one can readily beget the golden time again, and think oneself back into the day when Mustard and Spice, running down the shady glen, might herald the coming of the Sheriff himself. Happy hours and gone: like that summer of 1821, whereof Lockhart speaks with an emotion the more touching because it is so rare,—

the first of several seasons, which will ever dwell on my memory as the happiest of my life. We were near enough Abbotsford to partake as often as we liked of its brilliant society; yet could do so without being exposed to the worry and exhaustion of spirit which the daily reception of new visitors entailed upon all the society except Sir Walter himself. But, in truth, even he was not always proof against the annoyances connected with such a style of open-house-keeping. Even his temper sank sometimes under the solemn applause of learned dulness, the vapid raptures of painted and periwigged dowagers the horse-leech avidity with which underbred foreigners urged their questions, and the pompous simpers of condescending magnates. When sore beset in this way, he would every now and then discover that he had some very particular business to attend to on an outlying part of his estate, and, craving the indulgence of his guests overnight, appear at the cabin in the glen before its inhabitants were astir in the morning. The clatter of Sibyl Grey’s hoofs, the yelping of Mustard and Spice, and his own joyous shout of reveillée under our window, were the signal that he had burst his bonds, and meant for that day to take his ease in his inn.... After breakfast he would take possession of a dressing-room upstairs, and write a chapter of “The Pirate”; and then,

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