macivor

Updated: May 20, 2025

Far away, on one of the rapids of the Grand River, a boat had been overturned. Three young men had been lost under the ice. The body of one had been recovered: it was the body of Lewis MacIvor. "We should be thankful that we can at least bring him home," said Angus Bhan to his wife, while she made preparations for his sad journey.

Margaret M. (Margaret Murray) Robertson - Shenac's Work at Home

Flora we could wish was never called Miss MacIvor, because in this country there are tribes of vulgar Miss Macs, and this association is unfavourable to the sublime and beautiful of your Flora she is a true heroine.

Maria Edgeworth - The Life and Letters of Maria Edgeworth, Volume 1

"He holds himself like one of his native pine-trees, Miss Maddison!" She clapped her hands. "Now I call that just a lovely metaphor, Count Bunker!" she cried. "Oh, if he's going to look like a pine, and walk like the pipers at the Torrydhulish gathering, and really be a chief like Fergus MacIvor or Roderick Dhu, I do believe I'll actually fall in love with him!"

J. Storer (Joseph Storer) Clouston - Count Bunker: being a bald yet veracious chronicle containing some further particulars of two gentlemen whose previous careers were touched upon in a tome entitled the Lunatic at Large

They commenced their retreat accordingly, and, by the extreme celerity of their movements, outstripped the motions of the Duke of Cumberland, who now pursued them with a very large body of cavalry. This retreat was a virtual resignation of their towering hopes. None had been so sanguine as Fergus MacIvor; none, consequently, was so cruelly mortified at the change of measures.

Sir Walter Scott - Waverley — Volume 2

She sat passive while Lady Conway and Louis decked up a scene for Flora MacIvor; but presently it appeared that the Waverley of the piece was to be, according to Louis, not the proper owner of the Yeomanry uniform, but James Frost. His aunt exclaimed, and the rehearsals were strong temptation; but he made answer, 'No you must not reckon on me: my father would not like it.

Charlotte Mary Yonge - Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 1

She was getting anxious and excited. "Bees are well enough in their way," said Mrs McDonald. "And some of the neighbours were saying they would gather one to help me with the wool. But, John, man, if you could do this for the widow Macivor, I would far rather let Shenac do the wool." "I would do it well," said Shenac. "I would begin to-morrow."

Margaret M. (Margaret Murray) Robertson - Shenac's Work at Home