Best fight on well, for we taught him- | 'Twas mornstrike gallantly,

Aim at our heart ere we pierce through And shadows, like the wings of death,

And the screaming trump and the thunder- Beyond the soaring wing of thought, the

When Beauty walks in gladness forth, with And with him glorious Waverley, with

And Stuart's voice rose there, as when, And Dumbiedikes, that silent laird, with 'mid fate's disastrous war, love too deep to smile,

He led the wild, ambitious, proud, and And Effie, with her noble friend, the good
brave Vich Ian Vohr.
Duke of Argyle.

Next, marvelling at his sable suit, the With lofty brow, and bearing high, dark
Dominie stalk'd past,
Ravenswood advanced,
With Bertram, Julia by his side, whose Who on the false Lord Keeper's mien with

tears were flowing fast; Guy Mannering, too, moved there, o'erpower'd by that afflicting sight; And Merrilies, as when she wept on Ellangowan's height.

eye indignant glanced:

Whilst graceful as a lonely fawn, 'neath
covert close and sure,

Approach'd the beauty of all hearts-the
Bride of Lammermoor!

Solemn and grave, Monkbarns appear'd, Then Annot Lyle, the fairy queen of light amidst that burial line;

and song, stepp'd near,

And Ochiltree leant o'er his staff, and The Knight of Ardenvohr, and he, the mourn'd for "Auld lang syne!"

Slow march'd the gallant McIntyre, whilst
Lovel mused alone;

gifted Hieland Seer;

Dalgetty, Duncan, Lord Menteith, and Ranald met my view;

For once, Miss Wardour's image left that The hapless Children of the Mist, and bold

bosom's faithful throne.

Mhichconnel Dhu!

With coronach, and arms reversed, forth On swept Bois-Guilbert-Front de Bœuf

Sir Edward, Laird of Ellieslaw, the far-re- And, like a ray of moonlight, pass'd the nown'd Black Dwarf;

White Maid of Avenel;

Upon his left, in bonnet blue, and white Lord Morton, Douglas, Bolton, and the Royal Earl march'd there,

locks flowing free

The pious sculptor of the grave-stood To the slow and solemn funeral chant of Old Mortality! the monks of Kennaquhair.

Balfour of Burley, Claverhouse, the Lord And she, on whose imperial brow a god

And pale Habakkuk Mucklewrath, who Stood Mary, the illustrious, yet helpless

cried "God's will be done!"

Queen of Scots.

And like a rose, a young white rose, that The firm, devoted Catherine, the senti

blooms 'mid wildest scenes,

virtuous Jeanie Deans;

mental Graeme,

Pass'd she, the modest, eloquent, and Lochleven, whose worn brow reveal'd an early-blighted name,

The enthusiastic Magdalen, the pilgrim of | Oh, mourn not, pious Cargill cried; should that shrine, his death woe impart, Whose spirit triumphs o'er the tomb and Whose cenotaph's the universe, whose makes its dust divine.

elegy's the heart!

With Leicester, Lord of Kenilworth, in Forth bore the noble Fairford his fascinamournful robes, was seen

ting bride,

The gifted, great Elizabeth, high Eng- The lovely Lilias, with the brave Redland's matchless queen.

gauntlet by her side;

Tressilian's wild and manly glance, and Black Campbell, and the bold redoubted
Varney's darker gaze,
Maxwell met my view,

Sought Amy Robsart's brilliant form, too And Wandering Willie's solemn wreath
fair for earthly praise.
of dark funereal yew.

Next Norna of the Fitful-head, the wild As foes who meet upon some wild, some far and foreign shore,

Reim-kennar, came, But shiver'd lay her magic wand, and dim Wreck'd by the same tempestuous surge, recall past feuds no more,

her eye of flame; Young Minna Troil the lofty-soul'd, whom Thus prince and peasant, peer and slave, Cleveland's love betray'd, thus friend and foe combine,

The generous old Udaller, and Mordaunt's To pour the homage of their heart upon sweet island maid.

Slow follow'd Lord Glenvarloch, first of

Scotia's gallant names,

one common shrine.

There Lacey, famed Cadwallon, and the fierce Gwenwyn march'd on,

With the fair, romantic Margaret, and the Whilst horn and halbert, pike and bow, erudite King James; dart, glaive, and javelin shone;

The woo'd and wrong'd Hermione, whose Sir Damian and the elegant young Eveline lord all hearts despise, pass'd there, Sarcastic Malagrowther, and the faithful Stout Wilkin, and the hopeless Rose, with Moniplies. wild, dishevell'd hair.

Then stout Sir Geoffrey of the Peak, and Around, in solemn grandeur, swept the Peveril swept near; banners of the brave, Stern Bridgenorth, and the fiery Duke, And deep and far the clarions waked the with knight and cavalier; wild dirge of the glave;

The fairest of fantastic elves, Fenella, On came the Champion of the Cross, and near him, like a star,

glided on, And Alice, from whose beauteous lip the The regal Berengaria, beauteous daughter light of joy was gone. of Navarre;

And Quentin's haughty helm flash'd there; The high, heroic Saladin, with proud and Le Balafrè's stout lance; haughty mien,

Orleans, Crevecœur, the brave Dunois, the The rich and gorgeous Saracen, and the noblest knight of France; fiery Nazarene ;

The wild Hayraddin, follow'd by the silent There Edith and her Nubian slave breathed Jean de Troyes,

many a thought divine,

The mournful Lady Hameline, and Isa- Whilst rank on rank-a glorious train

belle de Croyes.

Pale sorrow mark'd young Tyrrell's mien,
grief dimm'd sweet Clara's eye,
And Ronan's laird breathed many a prayer
for days and friends gone by;

rode the Knights of Palestine.

Straight follow'd Zerubbabel and Joliffe
of the Tower,
Young Wildrake, Markham, Hazeldine,
and the forest nymph Mayflower;

The democratic Cromwell, stern, resolute, | A sound thrill'd through that length'ning and free, host! and forth my vision fled! The knight of Woodstock and the light But, ah! that mournful dream proved true,

and lovely Alice Lee.

And there the crafty Proudfute for once
true sorrow felt;

Craigdallie, Chartres, and the recreant
Conachar the Celt,

And he whose chivalry had graced a more
exalted birth,

The noble-minded Henry, and the famed
Fair Maid of Perth.

The intrepid Anne of Geierstein, the false
Lorraine stepp'd near;

Proud Margaret of Anjou, and the faith

ful, brave De Vere;

There Arnold, and the King René, and So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn

Charles the Bold had met

The dauntless Donnerkugel and the grace-
ful young Lizette.

Forth rode the glorious Godfrey, by the
gallant Hugh the Great,
While wept the brave and beautiful their
noble minstrel's fate;

Then Hereward the Varangian, with
Bertha at his side,
The valorous Count of Paris and his Ama-

zonian bride.

At last, amidst that princely train, waved

high De Walton's plume,

Which once he wore!

The glory from his gray hairs gone
For evermore!

Near fair Augusta's laurel-wreath, which Scorn! Would the angels laugh, to mark

Time shall ne'er consume,

A bright soul driven,

And Anthony, with quiver void, his last Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark,

fleet arrow sped,

Leant, mourning o'er his broken bow, and

mused upon the dead.

Still onward like the gathering night advanced that funeral train

Like billows when the tempest sweeps across the shadowy main;

From hope and Heaven?

Let not the land, once proud of him,
Insult him now;

Nor brand with deeper shame his dim,
Dishonor'd brow.

Where'er the eager gaze might reach, in But let its humbled sons,

noble ranks were seen

From sea to lake,

instead,

Dark plume, and glittering mail and crest, A long lament, as for the dead, and woman's beauteous mien !

A sound thrill'd through that length'ning host! methought the vault was closed,

In sadness make.

Of all we loved and honor'd, naught
Save power remains-

Where, in his glory and renown, fair A fallen angel's pride of thought,

Scotia's bard reposed!

Still strong in chains.