fourteen or fifteen years, has come immediately from Oxford, and likewise some of the Jacobitism, Popish and Jacobite nonsense, and little or nothing else, having been taught at Oxford for about that number of years.  But whence did the pedants get the Popish nonsense with which they have corrupted youth?  Why, from the same quarter from which they got the Jacobite nonsense with which they have inoculated those lads who were not inoculated with it before—­ Scott’s novels.  Jacobitism and Laudism, a kind of half Popery, had at one time been very prevalent at Oxford, but both had been long consigned to oblivion there, and people at Oxford cared as little about Laud as they did about the Pretender.  Both were dead and buried there, as everywhere else, till Scott called them out of their graves, when the pedants of Oxford hailed both—­ay, and the Pope, too, as soon as Scott had made the old fellow fascinating, through particular novels, more especially the “Monastery” and “Abbot.”  Then the quiet, respectable, honourable Church of England would no longer do for the pedants of Oxford; they must belong to a more genteel church—­they were ashamed at first to be downright Romans—­so they would be Lauds.  The pale-looking, but exceedingly genteel non-juring clergyman in Waverley was a Laud; but they soon became tired of being Lauds, for Laud’s Church, gew-gawish and idolatrous as it was, was not sufficiently tinselly and idolatrous for them, so they must be Popes, but in a sneaking way, still calling themselves Church-of-England men, in order to batten on the bounty of the church which they were betraying, and likewise have opportunities of corrupting such lads as might still resort to Oxford with principles uncontaminated.

So the respectable people, whose opinions are still sound, are, to a certain extent, right when they say that the tide of Popery, which has flowed over the land, has come from Oxford.  It did come immediately from Oxford, but how did it get to Oxford?  Why, from Scott’s novels.  Oh! that sermon which was the first manifestation of Oxford feeling, preached at Oxford some time in the year ’38 by a divine of a weak and confused intellect, in which Popery was mixed up with Jacobitism!  The present writer remembers perfectly well, on reading some extracts from it at the time in a newspaper, on the top of a coach, exclaiming—­“Why, the simpleton has been pilfering from Walter Scott’s novels!”

O Oxford pedants!  Oxford pedants! ye whose politics and religion are both derived from Scott’s novels! what a pity it is that some lad of honest parents, whose mind ye are endeavouring to stultify with your nonsense about “Complines and Claverse,” has not the spirit to start up and cry, “Confound your gibberish!  I’ll have none of it.  Hurrah for the Church, and the principles of my father!”

CHAPTER VII

Same Subject continued.