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his determination not to permit the monarch to renew so degrading an employment. Long Allan also interposed, saying that if it were necessary to prevent the king engaging again in a treatment of this kind, his own lips, tongue, and teeth were at the service of the negro (as he called the Ethiopian), and that he would eat him up bodily, rather than King Richard's mouth should again approach him.

Neville, who entered with other officers, added his remonstrances.

"Nay, nay, make not a needless halloo about a hart that the hounds have lost, or a danger when it is over,” said the king. “The wound will be a trifle, for the blood is scarce drawn, -an angry cat had dealt a deeper scratch, — and, for me, I have but to take a dram of orvietan by way of precaution, though it is needless.”

Thus spoke Richard, a little ashamed, perhaps, of his own condescension, though sanctioned both by humanity and gratitude. But when Neville continued to make remonstrances on the peril to his royal person, the king imposed silence on him.

“ Peace, I prithee: make no more of it. I did it but to show these ignorant prejudiced knaves how they might help each other when these cowardly caitiffs come against us with sarbacanes and poisoned shafts.”


Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west ;
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ;
And save his good broadsword he weapon had none :
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Esk River where ford there was none;
But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented - the gallant came late :
For a laggard in love and a dastard in war
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all : Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), “Ho! come ye in peace here, or come ye Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

in war,

“I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied.
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide :
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up,
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup;
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,
“Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace ;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and

plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, “Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood

near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! “She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !” quoth young


There was mounting 'mong Grames of the Netherby

clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they

ran; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?


When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved,

An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
By day along the astonished lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night Arabia's crimsoned sands

Returned the fiery pillar's glow.

There rose the choral hymn of praise,

And trump and timbrel answered keen ; And Zion's daughters poured their lays,

With priests' and warriors' voice between. No portents now our foes amaze,

Forsaken Israel wanders lone ;
Our fathers would not know Thy ways,

And Thou hast left them to their own.

But present still, though now unseen !

When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen

To temper the deceitful ray.
And, oh! when stoops on Judah's path,

In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,

A burning and a shining light.

Our harps we left by Babel's streams,

The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, trump and horn. But Thou hast said: “The blood of goat,

The flesh of rams, I will not prize : A contrite heart, an humble thought,

Are mine accepted sacrifice."

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