the honour of the cloth.  But come, let’s see the other.  ‘Right Hereditary righted!’ ah, there’s some sense in this!  Hum—­hum—­hum—­pages so many, paper so much, letterpress—­Ah!  I’ll tell you, though, doctor, you must knock out some of the Latin and Greek; heavy, doctor, damn’d heavy—­(beg your pardon) and if you throw in a few grains more pepper—­I am he that never peached my author—­I have published for Drake, and Charlwood Lawton, and poor Amhurst. [3]—­Ah, Caleb!  Caleb!  Well, it was a shame to let poor Caleb starve, and so many fat rectors and squires among us.  I gave him a dinner once a week; but, Lord love you, what’s once a week, when a man does not know where to go the other six days?—­Well, but I must show the manuscript to little Tom Alibi the solicitor, who manages all my law affairs—­must keep on the windy side—­the mob were very uncivil the last time I mounted in Old Palace Yard—­all Whigs and Roundheads every man of them, Williamites and Hanover rats.’

The next day Mr. Pembroke again called on the publisher, but found Tom Alibi’s advice had determined him against undertaking the work.  ’Not but what I would go to—­(what was I going to say?) to the Plantations for the church with pleasure—­but, dear doctor, I have a wife and family; but, to show my zeal, I’ll recommend the job to my neighbour Trimmel—­he is a bachelor, and leaving off business, so a voyage in a western barge would not inconvenience him.’  But Mr. Trimmel was also obdurate, and Mr. Pembroke, fortunately perchance for himself, was compelled to return to Waverley-Honour with his treatise in vindication of the real fundamental principles of church and state safely packed in his saddle-bags.

As the public were thus likely to be deprived of the benefit arising from his lucubrations by the selfish cowardice of the trade, Mr. Pembroke resolved to make two copies of these tremendous manuscripts for the use of his pupil.  He felt that he had been indolent as a tutor, and, besides, his conscience checked him for complying with the request of Mr. Richard Waverley, that he would impress no sentiments upon Edward’s mind inconsistent with the present settlement in church and state.  But now, thought he, I may, without breach of my word, since he is no longer under my tuition, afford the youth the means of judging for himself, and have only to dread his reproaches for so long concealing the light which the perusal will flash upon his mind.  While he thus indulged the reveries of an author and a politician, his darling proselyte, seeing nothing very inviting in the title of the tracts, and appalled by the bulk and compact lines of the manuscript, quietly consigned them to a corner of his travelling trunk.