"From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee

to retreat;

Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy

master's seat:

Ocean, be thou still! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet!"

But the sullen ocean answered, with a louder, deeper roar; And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore:

Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the King and courtiers bore.

And he sternly bade them nevermore to bow to human

clay,

But alone to praise and worship That which earth and

seas obey;

And his golden crown of empire never wore he from

Он, young Lochinvar is come out of the west.

Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword 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.

He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske 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.

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), "Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,

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

"I long woo'd 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."

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.

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 bridesmaidens 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,
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 scar; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes 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 ? SIR WALTER SCOTT.

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER

A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound,

Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry."

"Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?"

"O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

"And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather.

"His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?"

Outspoke the hardy Highland wight,
"I'll go, my chief - I'm ready;
It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady:

"And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry;

So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry."

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water wraith was shrieking;

And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.