On a certain Sunday evening, toward the middle of the eighteenth century, a young man stood practising the guards of the broadsword in the library of an old English manor-house. The young man was Captain Edward Waverley, recently assigned to the command of a company in Gardiner’s regiment of dragoons, and his uncle was coming in to say a few words to him before he set out to join the colours.
Being a soldier and a hero, Edward Waverley was naturally tall and handsome, but, owing to the manner of his education, his uncle, an high Jaco bite of the old school, held that he was “somewhat too bookish” for a proper man. He must therefore see a little of the world, asserted old Sir Everard.
His Aunt Rachel had another reason for wishing him to leave Waverley-Honour. She had actually observed her Edward look too often across at the Squire’s pew in church! Now Aunt Rachel held it no wrong to look at Squire Stubbs’s pew if only that pew had been empty. But it was (oh, wickedness!) just when it contained the dear old-fashioned sprigged gown and the fresh pretty face of Miss Cecilia Stubbs, that Aunt Rachel’s nephew looked most often in that direction. In addition to which the old lady was sure she had observed “that little Celie Stubbs” glance over at her handsome Edward in a way that—well, when she was young! And here the old lady bridled and tossed her head, and the words which her lips formed themselves to utter (though she was too ladylike to speak them) were obviously “The Minx!” Hence it was clear to the most simple and unprejudiced that a greater distance had better be put between the Waverley loft and the Squire’s pew—and that as soon as possible.
Edward’s uncle, Sir Everard, had wished him to travel abroad in company with his tutor, a staunch Jacobite clergyman by the name of Mr. Pembroke. But to this Edward’s father, who was a member of the government, unexpectedly refused his sanction. Now Sir Everard despised his younger brother as a turncoat (and indeed something little better than a spy), but he could not gainsay a father’s authority, even though he himself had brought the boy up to be his heir.
“I am willing that you should be a soldier,” he said to Edward; “your ancestors have always been of that profession. Be brave like them, but not rash. Remember you are the last of the Waverleys and the hope of the house. Keep no company with gamblers, with rakes, or with Whigs. Do your duty to God, to the Church of England, and—” He was going to say “to the King,” when he remembered that by his father’s wish Edward was going to fight the battles of King George. So the old Jacobite finished off rather lamely by repeating, “to the Church of England and all constituted authorities!”
Being a soldier and a hero, Edward Waverley was naturally tall and handsome, but, owing to the manner of his education, his uncle, an high Jaco bite of the old school, held that he was “somewhat too bookish” for a proper man. He must therefore see a little of the world, asserted old Sir Everard. Edward’s uncle, Sir Everard, had wished him to travel abroad in company with his tutor, a staunch Jacobite clergyman by the name of Mr. Pembroke. But to this Edward’s father, who was a member of the government, unexpectedly refused his sanction. Now Sir Everard despised his younger brother as a turncoat (and indeed something little better than a spy), but he could not gainsay a father’s authority, even though he himself had brought the boy up to be his heir. “I am willing that you should be a soldier,” he said to Edward; “your ancestors have always been of that profession. Be brave like them, but not rash. Remember you are the last of the Waverleys and the hope of the house. Keep no company with gamblers, with rakes, or with Whigs.