ded," said Bucklaw, "as if that infernal clang and jangle, which will one day bring the old belfry down the cliff, could convert a starved hen into a fat capon, and a blade-bone of mutton into a haunch of venison."
"I wish we may be so well off as your worst conjectures surmize, Bucklaw, from the extreme solemnity and ceremony with which Caleb seems to place on the table that solitary covered dish."
"Uncover, Caleb! uncover, for Heaven's sake!" said Bucklaw; "let us have what you can give us without preface—why it stands well enough, man," he continued, addressing impatiently the ancient butler, who, without reply, kept shifting the dish, until he had at length placed it with mathematical precision in the very midst of the table.
"What have we got here, Caleb?" enquired the Master in his turn.
"Ahem! sir, ye suld have known before; but his honour the Laird of Bucklaw is so
