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merits； as the reader may choose to rank it； that of being a staunch Jacobite。 She chanced to be at Carlisle upon a fair or market…day； soon after the year 1746； where she gave vent to her political partiality； to the great offence of the rabble of that city。 Being zealous in their loyalty； when there was no danger； in proportion to the tameness with which they had surrendered to the Highlanders in 1745； the mob inflicted upon poor Jean Gordon no slighter penalty than that of ducking her to death in the Eden。 It was an operation of some time； for Jean was a stout woman； and； struggling with her murderers； often got her head above water； and； while she had voice left； continued to exclaim at such intervals； 'Charlie yet！ Charlie yet！' When a child； and among the scenes which she frequented； I have often heard these stories； and cried piteously for poor Jean Gordon。
〃Before quitting the Border gipsies； I may mention； that my grandfather； while riding over Charterhouse moor； then a very extensive common； fell suddenly among a large band of them； who were carousing in a hollow of the moor； surrounded by bushes。 They instantly seized on his horse's bridle with many shouts of welcome； exclaiming（for he was well known to most of them） that they had often dined at his expense； and he must now stay and share their good cheer。 My ancestor was a little alarmed； for； like the Goodman of Lochside； he had more money about his person than he cared to risk in such society。 However； being naturally a bold lively…spirited man； he entered into the humour of the thing； and sat down to the feast； which consisted of all the varieties of game； poultry； pigs； and so forth； thatcould be collected by a wide and indiscriminate system of plunder。 The dinner was a very merry one； but my relative got a hint from some of the older gipsies to retire just when
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious；
and； mounting his horse accordingly； he took a French leave of his entertainers； but without experiencing the least breach of hospitality。 I believe Jean Gordon was at this festival〃 （Blackwood's Magazine； vol。 i。 p。 54。）
Notwithstanding the failure of Jean's issue； for which；
Weary fa' the waefu' wuddie；
a granddaughter survived her whom I remember to have seen。 That is； as Dr。 Johnson had a shadowy recollection of Queen Anne； as a stately lady in black； adorned with diamonds； so my memory is haunted by a solemn remembrance of a woman of more than female height； dressed in a long red cloak； who commenced acquaintance by giving me an apple； but whom； nevertheless； I looked on with as much awe as the future Doctor； High Church and Tory as he was doomed to be； could look upon the Queen。 I conceive this woman to have been Madge Gordon； of whom an impressive account is given in the same article in which her mother Jean is mentioned； but not by the present writer。
〃The late Madge Gordon was at this time accounted the Queen of the Yetholm clans。 She was； we believe； a granddaughter of the celebrated Jean Gordon； and was said to have much resembled her in appearance。 The following account of her is extracted from the letter of a friend； who for many years enjoyed frequent and favourable opportunities of observing the characteristic peculiarities of the Yetholm tribes。'Madge Gordon was descended from the Faas by the mother's side； and was married to a Young。 She was a remarkable personage of a very commanding presence； and high stature； being nearly six feet high。 She had a large aquiline nose…penetrating eyes； even in her old age…bushy hair； that hung around her shoulders from beneath a gipsy bonnet of straw…a short cloak of a peculiar fashion； and a long staff nearly as tall as herself。 I remember her well；every week she paid my father a visit for her awmous； when I was a little boy； and I looked upon Madge with no common degree of awe； and terror。 When she spoke vehemently （for she made loud complaints）； she used to strike her staff upon the floor； and throw herself into an attitude which it was impossible to regard with indifference。 She used to say that she could bring from the remotest parts of the island； friends to revenge her quarrel； while she sat motionless in her cottage； and she frequently boasted that there was a time when she was of still more considerable importance； for there were at her wedding fifty saddled asses； and unsaddled asses with。 out number。 If Jean Gordon was the prototype of the character of Meg Merrilies； I imagine Madge must have sat to the unknown author as the representative of her person。' 〃（Blackwood's Magazine； vol。 i。 p。 56。）
How far Blackwood's ingenious correspondent was right； how far mistaken in his conjecture； the reader has been informed。
To pass to a character of a very different description； Dominie Sampson； the reader may easily suppose that a poor； modest； humble scholar； who has won his way through the classics； yet has fallen to leeward in the voyage of life； is no uncommon personage in a country； where a certain portion of learning is easily attained by those who are willing to suffer hunger and thirst in exchange for acquiring Greek and Latin。 But there is a far more exact prototype of the worthy Dominie； upon which is founded the part which he performs in the romance； and which； for certain particular reasons； must be expressed very generally。
Such a preceptor as Mr。 Sampson is supposed to have been； was actually tutor in the family of a gentleman of considerable property。 The young lads； his pupils； grew up and went out in the world； but the tutor continued to reside in the family； no uncommon circumstance in Scotland （in former days）； where food and shelter were readily afforded to humble friends and dependants。 The Laird's predecessors had been imprudent； he himself was passive and unfortunate。 Death swept away his sons； whose success in life might have balanced his own bad luck and incapacity。 Debts increased and funds diminished； until ruin came。 The estate was sold； and the old man was about to remove from the house of his fathers； to go he knew not whither； when； like an old piece of furniture； which； left alone in its wonted corner； may hold together for a long while； but breaks to pieces on an attempt to move it； he fell down on his own threshold under a paralytic affection。
The tutor awakened as from a dream。 He saw his patron dead； and that his patron's only remaining child； an elderly woman； now neither graceful nor beautiful； if she had ever been either the one or the other； had by this calamity become a homeless and penniless orphan。 He addressed her nearly in the words which Dominie Sampson uses to Miss Bertram； and professed his determination not to leave her。 Accordingly； roused to the exercise of talents which had long slumbered； he opened a little school； and supported his patron's child for the rest of her life； treating her with the same humble observance and devoted attention which he had used towards her in the days of her prosperity。
Such is the outline of Dominie Sampson's real story； in which there is neither romantic incident nor sentimental passion； but which； perhaps； from the rectitude and simplicity of character which it displays； may interest the heart and fill the eye of the reader as irresistibly as if it respected distresses of a more dignified or refined character。
These preliminary notices concerning the tale of Guy Mannering； and some of the characters introduced； may save the author and reader； in the present instance； the trouble of writing and perusing a long string of detached notes。
CHAPTER I。
He could not deny； that looking round upon the dreary region； and seeing nothing but bleak fields； and naked trees； hills obscured by fogs； and flats covered with inundations； he did for some time suffer melancholy to prevail on him； and wished himself again safe at homeTravels of Will Marvel； Idler； No。 49。
It was in the beginning of the month of November； 17； when a young English gentleman； who had just left the university of Oxford； made use of the liberty afforded him； to visit some parts of the north of England； and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country。 He had visited； on the day that opens our history； some monastic ruins in the county of Dumfries； and spent much of the day in making drawings of them from different points； so that； on mounting his horse to resume his journey； the brief and gloomy twilight of the season had already commenced。 His way lay through a wide tract of black moss； extending for miles on each side and before him。 Little eminences arose like islands on its surface； bearing here and there patches of corn； which even at this season was green； and sometimes a but； or farm…house； shaded by a willow or two； and surrounded by large elder bushes。 These insulated dwellings communicated with each other by winding passages through the moss； impassable by any but the natives themselves。 The public road； however； was tolerably well made and safe； so that the prospect of being benighted brought with it no real danger。 Still it is uncomfortable to travel； alone and in the dark； through an unknown country； and there are few ordinary occasions upon which Fancy frets her
