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1814–1914
When on a novel's newly printed page / We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, / And read of ways that harlots wander in, / And of sick souls that writhe in helpless rage; / Or when Romance, bespectacled and sage, / Taps on her desk and bids the class begin / To con the problems that have always been / Perplexed mankind's unhappy heritage;
Then in what robes of honour habited / The laureled wizard of the North appears! / Who raised Prince Charlie's cohorts from the dead, / Made Rose's mirth and Flora's noble tears, / And formed that shining legion at whose head / Rides Waverley, triumphant o'er the years!