cowardice or meanness of soul must needs be its guest, because I have censured the fantastic chivalry of the Nazarenes! Would to Heaven that the shedding of mine own blood, drop by drop, could redeem the captivity of Judah! Nay, would to God it could avail to set free my father, and this his benefactor, from the chains of the oppressor! The proud Christian should then see whether the daughter of God's chosen people dared not to die as bravely as the vainest Nazarene maiden that boasts her descent from some petty chieftain of the rude and frozen north!"

YOUNG LOCHINVAR.

[Lady Heron's Song in Marmion.]

O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west;
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ;
And save his good broadsword he weapon 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 staid 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.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,

'Mong 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,
"O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war?
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"

"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 be 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 bridemaidens 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 scaur; 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 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 ?

MELROSE ABBEY.

[From The Lay of the Last Minstrel.]

CANTO II.

I.

IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.

When the broken arches are black in night,

And each shafted oriel glimmers white;
When the cold light's uncertain shower
Streams on the ruined central tower;

When buttress and buttress, alternately,
Seem framed of ebon and ivory;

When silver edges the imagery,

And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die;
When distant Tweed is heard to rave,

And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave,
Then go, but go alone the while,
Then view St. David's ruined pile;
And, home returning, soothly swear,
Was never scene so sad and fair!

VII.

Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old,

And again he sighed heavily;

For he had himself been a warrior bold,

And fought in Spain and Italy.

And he thought on the days that were long since by, When his limbs were strong, and his courage was high: Now, slow and faint, he led the way,

Where, cloistered round, the garden lay;

The pillared arches were over their head,

And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead.

VIII.

Spreading herbs and flowerets bright
Glistened with the dew of night;

Nor herb, nor floweret, glistened there,

But was carved in the cloister-arches as fair.
The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon,
Then into the night he looked forth;
And red and bright the streamers light
Were dancing in the glowing north.
So had he seen, in fair Castile,

The youth in glittering squadrons start;
Sudden the flying jennet wheel,

And hurl the unexpected dart.

He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright,
That spirits were riding the northern light.

IX.

By a steel-clenched postern door,

They entered now the chancel tall;

The darkened roof rose high aloof

On pillars lofty, and light, and small :
The keystone, that locked each ribbéd aisle,
Was a fleur-de-lis, or. a quatre-feuille ;
The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ;
And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim,
With base and with capital flourished around,
Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.

XI.

The moon on the east oriel shone

Through slender shafts of shapely stone,

By foliaged tracery combined;

Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand
'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand,

In many a freakish knot, had twined;
Then framed a spell, when the work was done,
And changed the willow-wreaths to stone.
The silver light, so pale and faint,

Showed many a prophet, and many a saint,
Whose image on the glass was dyed;
Full in the midst, his Cross of Red
Triumphant Michael brandished,

And trampled the Apostate's pride.
The moonbeam kissed the holy pane,
And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.

PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU.

PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu,

Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away;

Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Gentles and Commons !

Come from deep glen, and

From mountain so rocky;
The war-pipe and pennon
Are at Inverlochy.
Come every hill-plaid, and

True heart that wears one;
Come every steel blade, and

Strong hand that bears one!

Leave untended the herd,

The flock without shelter;
Leave the corpse uninterred,
The bride at the altar.
Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges ;
Come with your fighting-gear,
Broadswords and targes.

Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded.

Faster come, faster come,

Faster and faster:

Chief, vassal, page, and groom,
Tenant and master.

WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
By day, along the astonished lands,
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.
There rose the choral hymn of praise,
And trump and timbrel answered keen;
And Zion's daughters poured their lays,
With priest's and warrior's voice between.
No portents now our foes amaze;

Forsaken Israel wanders lone;

Our fathers would not know Thy ways,
And Thou hast left them to their own.

But, present still, though now unseen!
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen,

To temper the deceitful ray.
And O, when stoops on Judah's path

In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be Thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!
Our harps we left by Babel's streams,
The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn;
No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, trump, and horn.
But Thou hast said, "The blood of goat,
The flesh of rams, I will not prize;
A contrite heart, a humble thought,
Are mine accepted sacrifice."

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

James Montgomery was born in Scotland in 1771. Being the son of a Moravian missionary, he was educated at the Moravian school at Fulneck, near Leeds. He subsequently became the editor of the Sheffield Iris, a liberal journal, which he conducted with great ability. He was twice fined and imprisoned for articles which the government deemed libellous. The principal poems of Montgomery are, The Wanderer of Switzerland, The West Indies, The World Before the Flood, Greenland, and The Pelican Island. They are all marked by smoothness of diction, considerable descriptive power, and strong religious feeling. His devotional hymns are simple, tender, and fervent. He received a pension of

three hundred pounds, in 1833, which he enjoyed till his death, in 1854