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George Gilfillan, an amiable and fluent critic of the middle of the century, who loved literature very much and praised its practitioners with more zeal than discrimination, procured the publication of the Life Drama.
Do not vindicate him, my dear sir, for that I cannot bear with patience; tell me rather who is to have the charge of so important a state prisoner as I am. 'I believe a person called Gilfillan, one of the sect who are termed Cameronians. 'I never heard of them before.
Morton also took an affectionate farewell, and Waverley, having mounted his horse, with a musketeer leading it by the bridle and a file upon each side to prevent his escape, set forward upon the march with Gilfillan and his party.
At their approach the Highlanders drew off, but not before they had rifled Gilfillan and two of his people, who remained on the spot grievously wounded.
His voice was the sweetest, the most winning and penetrating of any I ever heard; nothing like it have I listened to since. 'That music in our hearts we bore Long after it was heard no more." Mr. George Gilfillan speaks of "the solemnity of his manner, and the earnest thought pervading his discourse."
Gilfillan, subscribed by a worthy and professing nobleman, William, Earl of Glencairn; nor do I find it therein set down that I am to receive any charges or commands anent my doings from Major William Melville of Cairnvreckan. Major Melville reddened even to the well-powdered ears which appeared beneath his neat military sidecurls, the more so as he observed Mr. Morton smile at the same moment.
Strange things are done in the heat and hurry of minds in so agitating a crisis, and I fear Gilfillan is of a sect which has suffered persecution without learning mercy. 'He has only to lodge Mr. Waverley in Stirling Castle, said the Major; 'I will give strict injunctions to treat him well.
Gilfillan affects oh, poor man! and had made up your mind to plait your hair no more." Hamish took this very ill, and in dudgeon would not divulge the name and quality of the fair maiden the sight of whom had so gone to his head.
He had recognised her at first sight as the old woman who had nursed him during his sickness after his delivery from Gifted Gilfillan.
'Ye say right, ye say right, friend' retorted Gilfillan eagerly, for he was not inaccessible to flattery upon this subject, 'ye say right; they are the real Lancashire, and there's no the like o' them even at the mains of Kilmaurs'; and he then entered into a discussion of their excellences, to which our readers will probably be as indifferent as our hero.
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