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作者:花旗      更新:2022-03-26 18:11      字数:9321
  eadowbank was thus induced; while doing me the great honour of proposing my health to the meeting; to say something on the subject of these Novels so strongly connecting them with me as the author; that by remaining silent I must have stood convicted; either of the actual paternity; or of the still greater crime of being supposed willing to receive indirectly praise to which I had no just title。  I thus found myself suddenly and unexpectedly placed in the confessional; and had only time to recollect that I had been guided thither by a most friendly hand; and could not; perhaps; find a better public opportunity to lay down a disguise which began to resemble that of a detected masquerader。
  I had therefore the task of avowing myself; to the numerous and respectable company assembled; as the sole and unaided author of these Novels of Waverley; the paternity of which was likely at one time to have formed a controversy of some celebrity; for the ingenuity with which some instructors of the public gave their assurance on the subject was extremely persevering。  I now think it further necessary to say that; while I take on myself all the merits and demerits attending these compositions; I am bound to acknowledge with gratitude hints of subjects and legends which I have received from various quarters; and have occasionally used as a foundation of my fictitious compositions; or woven up with them in the shape of episodes。  I am bound; in particular; to acknowledge the unremitting kindness of Mr。 Joseph Train; supervisor of excise at Dumfries; to whose unwearied industry I have been indebted for many curious traditions and points of antiquarian interest。  It was Mr。 Train who brought to my recollection the history of Old Mortality; although I myself had had a personal interview with that celebrated wanderer so far back as about 1792; when I found him on his usual task。  He was then engaged in repairing the Gravestones of the Covenanters who had died while imprisoned in the Castle of Dunnottar; to which many of them were committed prisoners at the period of Argyle's rising。  Their place of confinement is still called the Whigs' Vault。  Mr。 Train; however; procured for me far more extensive information concerning this singular person; whose name was Patterson; than I had been able to acquire during my own short conversation with him。  'See; for some further particulars; the notes to Old Mortality; in the present collective edition。'   He was (as I think I have somewhere already stated) a native of the parish of Closeburn; in Dumfriesshire; and it is believed that domestic affliction; as well as devotional feeling; induced him to commence the wandering mode of life which he pursued for a very long period。  It is more than twenty years since Robert Patterson's death; which took place on the highroad near Lockerby; where he was found exhausted and expiring。  The white pony; the companion of his pilgrimage; was standing by the side of its dying master the whole furnishing a scene not unfitted for the pencil。  These particulars I had from Mr。 Train。
  Another debt; which I pay most willingly; I owe to an unknown correspondent (a lady); 'The late Mrs。 Goldie。' who favoured me with the history of the upright and high…principled female; whom; in the Heart of Mid…Lothian; I have termed Jeanie Deans。  The circumstance of her refusing to save her sister's life by an act of perjury; and undertaking a pilgrimage to London to obtain her pardon; are both represented as true by my fair and obliging correspondent; and they led me to consider the possibility of rendering a fictitious personage interesting by mere dignity of mind and rectitude of principle; assisted by unpretending good sense and temper; without any of the beauty; grace; talent; accomplishment; and wit to which a heroine of romance is supposed to have a prescriptive right。  If the portrait was received with interest by the public; I am conscious how much it was owing to the truth and force of the original sketch; which I regret that I am unable to present to the public; as it was written with much feeling and spirit。
  Old and odd books; and a considerable collection of family legends; formed another quarry; so ample that it was much more likely that the strength of the labourer should be exhausted than that materials should fail。  I may mention; for example's sake; that the terrible catastrophe of the Bride of Lammermoor actually occurred in a Scottish family of rank。  The female relative; by whom the melancholy tale was communicated to me many years since; was a near connection of the family in which the event happened; and always told it with an appearance of melancholy mystery which enhanced the interest。  She had known in her youth the brother who rode before the unhappy victim to the fatal altar; who; though then a mere boy; and occupied almost entirely with the gaiety of his own appearance in the bridal procession; could not but remark that the hand of his sister was moist; and cold as that of a statue。  It is unnecessary further to withdraw the veil from this scene of family distress; nor; although it occurred more than a hundred years since; might it be altogether agreeable to the representatives of the families concerned in the narrative。  It may be proper to say that the events alone are imitated; but I had neither the means nor intention of copying the manners; or tracing the characters; of the persons concerned in the real story。  Indeed; I may here state generally that; although I have deemed historical personages free subjects of delineation; I have never on any occasion violated the respect due to private life。  It was indeed impossible that traits proper to persons; both living and dead; with whom I have had intercourse in society; should not have risen to my pen in such works as Waverley; and those which followed it。  But I have always studied to generalize the portraits; so that they should still seem; on the whole; the productions of fancy; though possessing some resemblance to real individuals。  Yet I must own my attempts have not in this last particular been uniformly successful。  There are men whose characters are so peculiarly marked; that the delineation of some leading and principal feature inevitably places the whole person before you in his individuality。  Thus; the character of Jonathan Oldbuck; in the Antiquary; was partly founded on that of an old friend of my youth; to whom I am indebted for introducing me to Shakespeare; and other invaluable favours; but I thought I had so completely disguised the likeness that his features could not be recognized by any one now alive。  I was mistaken; however; and indeed had endangered what I desired should be considered as a secret; for I afterwards learned that a highly…respectable gentleman; one of the few surviving friends of my father; and an acute critic; 'James Chalmers; Esq。; Solicitor at Law; London; who (died during the publication of the present edition of these Novels。  (Aug。 1831。)' had said; upon the appearance of the work; that he was now convinced who was the author of it; as he recognized in the Antiquary of Monkbarns traces of the character of a very intimate friend of my father's family。
  I may here also notice that the sort of exchange of gallantry which is represented as taking place betwixt the Baron of Bradwardine and Colonel Talbot; is a literal fact。  The real circumstances of the anecdote; alike honourable to Whig and Tory; are these:
  Alexander Stewart of Invernahylea name which I cannot write without the warmest recollections of gratitude to the friend of my childhood; who first introduced me to the Highlands; their traditions; and their mannershad been engaged actively in the troubles of 1745。  As he charged at the battle of Preston with his clan; the Stewarts of Appin; he saw an officer of the opposite army standing alone by a battery of four cannon; of which he discharged three on the advancing Highlanders; and then drew his sword。  Invernahyle rushed on him; and required him to surrender。  〃Never to rebels!〃  was the undaunted reply; accompanied with a lunge; which the Highlander received on his target; but instead of using his sword in cutting down his now defenceless antagonist; he employed it in parrying the blow of a Lochaber axe aimed at the officer by the Miller; one of his own followers; a grim…looking old Highlander; whom I remember to have seen。  Thus overpowered; Lieutenant…Colonel Allan Whitefoord; a gentleman of rank and consequence; as well as a brave officer; gave up his sword; and with it his purse and watch; which Invernahyle accepted; to save them from his followers。  After the affair was over; Mr。 Stewart sought out his prisoner; and they were introduced to each other by the celebrated John Roy Stewart; who acquainted Colonel Whitefoord with the quality of his captor; and made him aware of the necessity of receiving back his property; which he was inclined to leave in the hands into which it had fallen。  So great became the confidence established betwixt them; that Invernahyle obtained from the Chevalier his prisoner's freedom upon parole; and soon afterwards; having been sent back to the Highlands to raise men; he visited Colonel Whitefoord at his own house; and spent two happy