igel.--Sir W.
Scott, _Fortunes of Nigel_ (time, James I.).

=Ramsbottom= (_Mrs._), a vile speller of the language. Theodore Hook's
pseudonym in the _John Bull_ newspaper, 1829.

[Asterism] Winifred Jenkins, the maid of Miss Tabitha Bramble (in
Smollett's _Humphrey Clinker_, 1770), rivals Mrs. Ramsbottom in bad
spelling.

=Randal=, the boatman at Lochleven Castle.--Sir W. Scott, _The Abbot_
(time, Elizabeth).

=Randolph= (_Lord_), a Scotch nobleman, whose life was saved by young
Norval. For this service, his lordship gave the youth a commission; but
Glenalvon, the heir presumptive, hated the new favorite, and persuaded
Lord Randolph that Norval was too familiar with his lady. Accordingly,
Glenalvon and Lord Randolph waylaid the lad, who being attacked, slew
Glenalvon in self-defence, but was himself slain by Lord Randolph. When
the lad was killed, Lord Randolph learned that "Norval" was the son of
Lady Randolph by Lord Douglas, her former husband. He was greatly vexed,
and went to the war then raging between Scotland and Denmark, to drown
his sorrow by activity and danger.

_Lady Randolph_, daughter of Sir Malcolm, was privately married to Lord
Douglas, and when her first boy was born, she hid him in a basket,
because there was a family feud between Malcolm and Douglas. Soon after
this, Douglas was slain in battle, and the widow married Lord Randolph.
The babe was found by old Norval, a shepherd, who brought it up as his
own son. When 18 years old, the lad saved the life of Lord Randolph, and
was given a commission in the army. Lady Randolph, hearing of the
incident, discovered that young Norval was her own son, Douglas.
Glenalvon, who hated the new favorite, persuaded Lord Randolph that the
young man was too familiar with Lady Randolph, and being waylaid, a
fight ensued, in which Norval slew Glenalvon, but was himself slain by
Lord Randolph. Lord Randolph being informed that the young man was Lady
Randolph's son, went to the wars to "drive away care;" and Lady
Randolph, in her distraction, cast herself headlong from a steep
precipice.--J. Home, _Douglas_ (1757).

The voice of Mrs. Crawford [1734-1801], when thrown out by the
vehemence of strong feeling, seemed to wither up the hearer; it was
a flaming arrow, a lighting of passion. Such was the effect of her
almost shriek to old Norval, "Was he alive?" It was like an
electric shock, which drove the blood back to the heart, and