usquebaugh. All which were meant, sent, and received,
as pledges of constant friendship and amity between two important houses. It
followed as a matter of course, that the heir-apparent of Waverley-Honour could
not, with propriety, visit Scotland without being furnished with credentials to
the Baron of Bradwardine.
    When this matter was explained and settled, Mr. Pembroke expressed his wish
to take a private and particular leave of his dear pupil. The man's exhortations
to Edward to preserve an unblemished life and morals, to hold fast the
principles of the Christian religion, and to eschew the profane company of
scoffers and latitudinarians, too much abounding in the army, were not unmingled
with his political prejudices. It had pleased Heaven, he said, to place Scotland
(doubtless for the sins of their ancestors in 1642) in a more deplorable state
of darkness than even this unhappy kingdom of England. Here, at least, although
the candlestick of the Church of England had been in some degree removed from
its place, it yet afforded a glimmering light; there was a hierarchy, though
schismatical, and fallen from the principles maintained by those great fathers
of the church, Sancroft and his brethren; there was a liturgy, though wofully
perverted in some of the principal petitions. But in Scotland it was utter
darkness; and, excepting a sorrowful, scattered, and persecuted remnant, the
pulpits were abandoned to Presbyterians, and he feared, to sectaries of every
description. It should be his duty to fortify his dear pupil to resist such
unhallowed and pernicious doctrines in church and state, as must necessarily be
forced at times upon his unwilling ears.
    Here he produced two immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain
a whole ream of closely written manuscript. They had been the labour of the
worthy man's whole life; and never were labour and zeal more absurdly wasted. He
had at one time gone to London, with the intention of giving them to the world,
by the medium of a bookseller in Little Britain, well known to deal in such
commodities, and to whom he was instructed to address himself in a particular
phrase, and with a certain sign, which, it seems, passed at that time current
among the initiated Jacobites. The moment Mr. Pembroke had uttered the
shibboleth, with the appropriate gesture, the bibliopolist greeted him,
notwithstanding every disclamation, by the title of Doctor, and conveying him
into his back shop, after inspecting every possible and impossible place of
concealment, he commenced: »Eh, doctor! Well - all under the rose - snug - I