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Maintaining still the stern turmoil,
Too strong in courage and in might
Her noblest all are here,
And Oxford's famed De Vere;
Bottetourt and Sanzavere ; Ross, Montague, and Mattley came, And Courteney's pride, and Percy's fameNames too well known in Scotland's war, At Falkirk, Methven, and Dunbar; Blazed broader yet
in after years At Cressy red and fell Poictiers. Pembroke with these, and Argentine Brought up the rearward battle-line. With caution o'er the ground they tread, Slippery with blood and piled with dead, Till hand to hand in battle set, The bills with spears and axes met, And-closing dark on every side Raged the full contest far and wide. Then was the strength of Douglas tried, Then proved was Randolph's generous pride, And well did Stewart's actions grace The sire of Scotland's royal race.
Firmly they kept their ground; As firmly England onward pressed, And down went many a noble crest, And rent was many a valiant breast,
And slaughter revelled round.
The tug of strife to flag begins,
Douglas leans on his war-sword now,
Hath lost its lively tone;
“My merry men, fight on!”
One effort more, and Scotland's free!
Is firm as Ailsa Rock ;
Now, forward to the shock !”
The foe is fainting fast !
- The Lord of the Isles.
Be thou doomed to soar or sink,
To avenge the deed expelling
When the form thou shalt espy
Then strange sympathies shall wake,
-In The Fair Maid of Perth.
MADGE WILDFIRE'S DYING SNATCHES.
Our work is over-over now,
When the fight of grace is fought,
Proud Maisie is in the wood, walking so early ; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, singing so rarely. “ Tell me, thou bonny bird, when shall I marry me?” “ When six braw gentlemen, kirkward shall carry ye.”
“Who makes the bridal bed, birdie, say truly ?"“ The gray-headed sexton that delves the grave duly ; The glow-worm o'er grave and stone shall light thee
steady ; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady!”
-In The Heart of Midlothian.
He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
When our need was the sorest.
From the rain-drops shall borrow-
To Duncan no to-morrow !
Takes the ears that are hoary,
Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are searest,
When blighting was nearest.
Sage council in cumber,
How sound is thy slumber !
Like the foam on the river,
- In The Lady of the Lake.
Scott's career as a poet lasted from his thirtysecond year to his forty-fourth; his career as a novelist, from his forty-third to his fifty-fourth. Waverley, his first novel, had been commenced as early as 1805; a few chapters were written and then thrown aside. In 1813, by accident, he came across the discarded manuscript, completed it, and sent it to the press, in the same year (1814) in which The Lord of the Isles, the last of his great poems, appeared. It was published anonymously, and gave rise to much conjecture as to its authorship. The “ Waverley Novels," as the whole series came to be called, are Waverley (1814); Guy Mannering (1815); The Antiquary, The Black Dwarf, and Old Mortality (1816); Rob Roy and The Heart of Midlothian (1818); The Bride of Lammermoor and the Legend of Montrose (1819); Ivanhoe, The Monastery, and The Abbot (1820) ; Kenilworth and The Pirate (1821); The Fortunes of Nigel (1822); Peveril of the Peak, Quentin Durward, and St. Ronan's Well (1823); Red Gauntlet (1824); The Betrothed and The Talisman (1825); Woodstock (1826); The Two Drovers, The Highland Widow, and The Surgeon's Daughter (1827); The Fair Maid of Perth (1828); Anne of Geierstein, or the Maid of the Mist (1829); Count Robert of Paris, and Castlé Dangerous (1831).
ABOUT AT LUCKIE MACLEARY'S.
In full expectation of her distinguished guests, Luckie Macleary had swept her house for the first time this fortnight, tempered her turf-fire to such a heat as the season required in her damp house even at midsummer, set forth her deal table newly washed, propped up