ONE thing is certain in our Northern land, As comes the lyme-hound on the roebuck's trace, Shall pull them down each one. You talk of Gayety and Innocence ! Destroys the flower or butterfly he toys with, 'Tis not her sense - for sure, in that Like any other woman. Song. WERE every hair upon his head a life, MUST we then sheath our still victorious sword; That vow, as unaccomplished as the promise Which village nurses make to still their children, And after think no more of? From Anne of Geierstein CURSED be the gold and silver which persuade Who loved the greenwood bank and lowing herd, The russet prize, the lowly peasant's life, Seasoned with sweet content, more than the halls Where revellers feast to fever-height. Believe From Count Robert of Paris Othus. This superb successor Of the earth's mistress, as thou vainly speakest, Stands midst these ages as, on the wide ocean, The last spared fragment of a spacious land, That in some grand and awful ministration Of mighty nature has engulfed been, Doth lift aloft its dark and rocky cliffs O'er the wild waste around, and sadly frowns In lonely majesty. Constantine Paleologus, Scene 1. HERE, youth, thy foot unbrace, The hunter's horn they hear. The Court. III. NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS [These notes, except when enclosed in brackets, are from editions prepared or supervised by Scott.] Page 5. THE WILD HUNTSMAN. The tradition upon which it is founded bears, that formerly a Wildgrave, or keeper of a royal forest, named Faulkenburg, was so much addicted to the pleasures of the chase, and otherwise so extremely profligate and cruel, that he not only followed this unhallowed amusement on the Sabbath, and other days consecrated to religious duty, but accompanied it with the most unheard-of oppression upon the poor peasants, who were under his vassalage. When this second Nimrod died, the people adopted a superstition, founded probably on the many va |