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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 ;
He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
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?”
“I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied.
The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up,
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
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,
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?
SONG OF THE HEBREW MAID.
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.
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
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 ;
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.
In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.