 great formality, »To Cosmo
Comyne Bradwardine, Esq. of Bradwardine, at his principal mansion of
Tully-Veolan, in Perthshire, North Britain. These - By the hands of Captain
Edward Waverley, nephew of Sir Everard Waverley, of Waverley-Honour, Bart.«
    The gentleman to whom this enormous greeting was addressed of whom we shall
have more to say in the sequel, had been in arms for the exiled family of
Stewart in the year 1715, and was made prisoner at Preston in Lancashire. He was
of a very ancient family, and somewhat embarrassed fortune; a scholar, according
to the scholarship of Scotchmen, that is, his learning was more diffuse than
accurate, and he was rather a reader than a grammarian. Of his zeal for the
classic authors he is said to have given an uncommon instance. On the road
between Preston and London he made his escape from his guards; but being
afterwards found loitering near the place where they had lodged the former
night, he was recognised, and again arrested. His companions, and even his
escort, were surprised at his infatuation, and could not help inquiring, why,
being once at liberty, he had not made the best of his way to a place of safety;
to which he replied, that he had intended to do so, but, in good faith, he had
returned to seek his Titus Livius, which he had forgot in the hurry of his
escape.10 The simplicity of this anecdote struck the gentleman, who, as we
before observed, had managed the defence of some of those unfortunate persons,
at the expense of Sir Everard, and perhaps some others of the party. He was,
besides, himself a special admirer of the old Patavinian; and though probably
his own zeal might not have carried him such extravagant lengths, even to
recover the edition of Sweynheim and Pannartz (supposed to be the princeps), he
did not the less estimate the devotion of the North Briton, and in consequence
exerted himself to so much purpose to remove and soften evidence, detect legal
flaws, et cetera, that he accomplished the final discharge and deliverance of
Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine from certain very awkward consequences of a plea before
our sovereign lord the king in Westminster.
    The Baron of Bradwardine, for he was generally so called in Scotland
(although his intimates, from his place of residence, used to denominate him
Tully-Veolan, or more familiarly, Tully), no sooner stood rectus in curiâ, then
he posted down to pay his respects and make his acknowledgments at
Waverley-Honour. A congenial passion for field
