story, are inaccurate, since they will be found totally irreconcileable with the following veracious narrative, compiled from materials to which he himself alone has had access, by THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY. 1st November, 1821. THE PIRATE. CHAPTER I. The storm had ceased its wintry roar, Cries, Have I burn'd my harp for thee? MACNIEL. THAT long, narrow, and irregular island, usually called the Main-Land of Zetland, because it is by far the largest of that Archipelago, terminates, as is well known to the mariners who navigate the stormy seas which surround the Thule of the ancients, in a cliff of tremendous height, entitled Sumburgh-Head, which presents its bare scalp and naked sides to the weight of a tremendous surge, and forms the extreme point of the isle to the south-east. This lofty promon |