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, where the charger stood near;
So light to the croup 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!" cried young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Grames of the Netherby clan;
Fosters, 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!
Sir W. Scott.


CLXIV.

MARMION TAKING LEAVE OF DOUGLAS.

The train from out the castle drew;
But Marmion stopped to bid adieu:--
"Though something I might plain," he said,
"Of cold respect to stranger guest,
Sent hither by your king's behest,
While in Tantallon's towers I stayed,--
Part we in friendship from your land,
And, noble earl, receive my hand."