And amidst the fern we lay,
Faint and foodless, sore with travel,
Waiting for the streaks of day;
When thou wert an angel to me,
Watching my exhausted sleep--
Never didst thou hear me murmur--
Couldst thou see how now I weep!
Bitter tears and sobs of anguish,
Unavailing though they be:
Oh, the brave--the brave and noble--
That have died in vain for me!




NOTES TO


"CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES"


_Could I change this gilded bondage
Even for the dusky tower
Whence King James beheld his lady
Sitting in the castle bower_.--p. 168.

James I. of Scotland, one of the most accomplished kings that ever sate
upon a throne, is the person here indicated. His history is a very
strange and romantic one. He was son of Robert III., and immediate
younger brother of that unhappy Duke of Rothesay who was murdered at