These varied a little in
their structure; but the general run of the bars sounded something
in this way: "Hic-hoc-wheew!" It was most profoundly ludicrous;
and could not have missed exciting risibility in anyone save a
pious, a disappointed, and humbled bride.
The good dame wept bitterly. She could not for her life go and
awaken the monster, and request him to make room for her: but
she retired somewhere, for the laird, on awaking next morning,
found that he was still lying alone. His sleep had been of the
deepest and most genuine sort; and, all the time that it lasted, he
had never once thought of either wives, children, or sweethearts,
save in the way of dreaming about them; but, as his
spirit began again by slow degrees to verge towards the
boundaries of reason, it became lighter and more buoyant from
the effects of deep repose, and his dreams partook of that
buoyancy, yea, to a degree hardly expressible. He dreamed of the
reel, the jig, the strathspey, and the corant; and the elasticity of
his frame was such that he was bounding over the heads of
maidens, and making his feet skimmer against the ceiling,
enjoying, the while, the most ecstatic emotions.
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