YOUNG LOCHINVAR. (SIR W. SCOTT.) 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 noneBut ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard1 in war, 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 wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up, He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar'Now tread me a measure!' said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, 2 That never a hall such a galliard 2 did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; 1 Laggard and dastard, idler and coward. 2 Galliard, a gay young man. And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch of her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near, 1 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; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing and chasing on Canobie Lea, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? DAVID'S LAMENT FOR ABSALOM. (N. P. WILLIS.) N. P. Willis, a well-known American poet, was born at Portland, in the State of Maine, in 1817. He published a volume of poems in 1840. He was also a popular prose writer, and contributed to various American periodicals. Pencillings by the Way,' an account of his travels in Europe, is his best-known work. He died in 1867. 1 THE pall was settled. He who slept beneath Was straightened for the grave; and, as the folds A slow step startled him. He grasped his blade Of David entered, and he gave command In a low tone to his few followers, And left him with his dead. The king stood still 1 Pall, the covering of a dead body. 2 Matchless symmetry, the unequalled beauty and regularity of his person. Absalom rebelled against his father and was slain by Joab. When David heard of his death he mourned sorely for him (2 Sam. xviii. 33). The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back · Alas, 'Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet" My Father!" from those dumb And cold lips, Absalom! 'The grave hath won thee! I shall hear the gush And life will pass me in the mantling blush, 'And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! 1 Sackcloth, a coarse covering worn by the Jews during a period of mourning. |