1. Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best : And save his good broad-sword he weapons 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.

2. 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.

3. 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), "Come ye in peace here, or come ye in

war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?"

4." 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."

5. 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.

6. 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."

7. 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 Lochinvar.

8. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby

clan; [they ran; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, 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 ? From "Marmion,"9 by SIR WALTER SCOTT. (See page 35.)

1 Loch-in-var', a loch in Kirkcud- | 4 Wooed, courted; loved.

brightshire. In the centre of the loch stood the castle of Lochinvar, the seat of the Gordons. The chief of the Gordons was called Lochinvar. Bor-der, or Bor-der-land, those parts of England and Scotland on either side of the boundary. Daunt-less, fearless.

Sol-way, Solway Firth, between England and Scotland, noted for its Meas-ure, dance. [rapid tides. 5 Gob-let, cup.-Quaffed, drank. 6 Gall-iard, brave and handsome young man; also a quick and lively dance. Fume, get in a rage.

7 Char-ger, war-horse.

Croupe, behind the saddle.

Scaur (Scot.), cliff; steep bank.

Quoth, said.

[Border clan.

8 Græmes of Neth-er-by, a powerful For-sters, Fen-wicks, and Mus

graves, names of families in the north of England.

9 Mar-mi-on, a tale of Flodden Field, is a long poem in which Scott gives a striking picture of feudal times.

Summary:-Lochinvar, a young Scotsman, was engaged to Ellen Græme, an English lady of Netherby. Her parents were opposed to their union, and promised her hand to another. On the wedding-day Lochinvar entered the house, and under the pretence of having a last dance with the bride, he swung her on to his horse and carried her off in the presence of all her friends.

Exercises: 1. Parse and analyze : On the wedding-day Lochinvar entered the

house.

2. Change into Adjectives-west, war, knight, stone, brother, peace.

3. Make Sentences containing-calendar, calender; cannon, canon; carrot, carat.

4. Write a description of the Border or borderland of England and Scotland. Name the boundaries, counties on either side, etc.

THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL.

1. It was dreadfully cold; it snowed, and was getting quite dark, for it was evening-yes, the last evening of the year.

2. Amid the cold and the darkness, a little girl, with bare head and naked feet, was roaming through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home; but they were not of much use, for they were very large slippers -so large, indeed, that they had hitherto been used by her mother. Besides, the little creature lost them as she hurried across the street to avoid two carriages that were driving at a fearful rate. One of the slippers was not to be found, and the other was pounced upon by a boy, who ran away with it, saying that it

would serve for a cradle when he should have children of his own.

3. So the child went along, her little bare feet red and blue with cold. She carried a number of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle

of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day, and nobody had even given her a penny.

4. She crept along, shivering with cold and hunger-a perfect picture of misery. Poor little thing! The snow-flakes covered her long flaxen hair, which hung in pretty curls around her neck; but she heeded them not. Lights were streaming from all the windows, and there was a savoury smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's Eve. And this she did heed.

5. She now sat down, cowering in a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she felt colder than ever; yet she dared not return home, for she had not sold a match, and could not carry back a penny. Her father would certainly beat her; and it was cold enough at home, besides, for they had only the roof above them, and the wind came howling through it, though the largest holes had been stopped with rags and straw. Her hands were nearly frozen with cold.

6. Alas! a single match might do her some good, if she might only draw one out of the bundle, and rub it against the wall, and warm her fingers, that were benumbed by the pitiless frost.

Whist how it

7. So at last she drew one out. shed sparks, and how it burned ! It gave out a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it. Truly, it was a wonderful little light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a large iron stove, with polished