THE FORTUNES OF NIGEL

_Knifegrinder._ Story? Lord bless you! I have none to tell, sir.
_Poetry of the Antijacobin._




THE FORTUNES OF NIGEL


CHAPTER I


Now Scot and English are agreed,
And Saunders hastes to cross the Tweed,
Where, such the splendours that attend him,
His very mother scarce had kend him.
His metamorphosis behold,
From Glasgow frieze to cloth of gold;
His back-sword, with the iron hilt,
To rapier, fairly hatch'd and gilt;
Was ever seen a gallant braver!
His very bonnet's grown a beaver.