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The Heart of Mid-Lothian - Penn State University

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secret view to my present task), “could possibly be derived<br />

from such a work as you are pleased to talk <strong>of</strong>?”<br />

“Infinite,” replied the young advocate. “Whatever <strong>of</strong><br />

guilt, crime, imposture, folly, unheard-<strong>of</strong> misfortunes, and<br />

unlooked-for change <strong>of</strong> fortune, can be found to chequer<br />

life, my Last Speech <strong>of</strong> the Tolbooth should illustrate<br />

with examples sufficient to gorge even the public’s alldevouring<br />

appetite for the wonderful and horrible. <strong>The</strong><br />

inventor <strong>of</strong> fictitious narratives has to rack his brains for<br />

means to diversify his tale, and after all can hardly hit<br />

upon characters or incidents which have not been used<br />

again and again, until they are familiar to the eye <strong>of</strong> the<br />

reader, so that the development, enle’vement, the desperate<br />

wound <strong>of</strong> which the hero never dies, the burning fever<br />

from which the heroine is sure to recover, become a<br />

mere matter <strong>of</strong> course. I join with my honest friend<br />

Crabbe, and have an unlucky propensity to hope, when<br />

hope is lost, and to rely upon the cork-jacket, which carries<br />

the heroes <strong>of</strong> romance safe through all the billows <strong>of</strong><br />

affliction.” He then declaimed the following passage,<br />

rather with too much than too little emphasis:—<br />

Sir Walter Scott<br />

37<br />

Much have I feared, but am no more afraid,<br />

When some chaste beauty by some wretch betrayed,<br />

Is drawn away with such distracted speed,<br />

That she anticipates a dreadful deed.<br />

Not so do I—Let solid walls impound<br />

<strong>The</strong> captive fair, and dig a moat around;<br />

Let there be brazen locks and bars <strong>of</strong> steel,<br />

And keepers cruel, such as never feel;<br />

With not a single note the purse supply,<br />

And when she begs, let men and maids deny;<br />

Be windows there from which she dare not fall,<br />

And help so distant, ’tis in vain to call;<br />

Still means <strong>of</strong> freedom will some Power devise,<br />

And from the baffled ruffian snatch his prize.<br />

“<strong>The</strong> end <strong>of</strong> uncertainty,” he concluded, “is the death<br />

<strong>of</strong> interest; and hence it happens that no one now reads<br />

novels.”<br />

“Hear him, ye gods!” returned his companion. “I assure<br />

you, Mr. Pattieson, you will hardly visit this learned

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