With short and springing footstep pass Across the brook like roebuck bound, Yet shrink not from the desperate leap; Fast as the fatal symbol flies, In arms the huts and hamlets rise; The fisherman forsook the strand; Speed, Malise, speed! The lake is passed, Half hidden, in the copse so g [The order for the gathering is given, and Ma messenger.] 6. Angus, the heir of Duncan's li Sprang forth and seized the fa In haste the stripling to his si His father's dirk and broads w But when he saw his mother's Watch him in speechless agon Back to her opened arms he fl Pressed on her lips a fond adi "Alas!" she sobbed, --" and And speed thee forth, like Du 7. Then, like the high-bred colt, First he essays his fire and sp He vanished, and o'er moor an Sped forward with the fiery cr O'er dale and hill the summon Nor rest nor pause young Ang The tear that gathered in his e He left the mountain breeze to 8. Swoln was the stream, remote But Angus paused not on the Though the dark waves dance Though reeled his sympathetic He dashed a mid the torrent's His right hand high the crosslet bore, He stumbled twice; - the foam splashed high Firmer he grasped the cross of strife; Not faster o'er thy heathery braes, From the gray sire, whose trembling hand To the raw boy, whose shaft and bow Till at the rendezvous they stood, There is something so comical in those pygmy and stockings sprawling on the floor, they look they could jump up and run off if they wanted here is something so laughable about those little rs, which appear to be making futile attempts to up into the easy-chair, the said trousers still ng the shape of Johnny's active legs, and refusgo to sleep; there is something, I say, about things, and about Johnny himself, which makes icult for me to remember that, when Johnny is , he possesses the cunning of Machiavel and the oid of the Capitaine Fracasse. I verily believe he was not more than eleven days d twenty-two inches long, when he showed a def temper that would have been respectable in an iant. On that occasion he turned very red in the - he was superfluously red before, doubled up liculous hands in the most threatening manner, nally, in the impotency of rage, punched himself eye. By the time he was two years of age I had got the ing bitter maxim by heart: "Whenever J. is parly quiet, look out for squalls." He was sure to be ne mischief. I am not thinking so much of the when he painted my writing-desk with raspberry s of the occasion when he perpetrated an act of al cruelty on Mopsey, a favorite kitten in the hold. We were sitting in the library. Johnny was playthe front hall. In view of the supernatural ess that reigned, I remarked suspiciously, "Johnny y quiet, my dear." At that moment a series of cic mews was heard in the entry, followed by a vio |