"And I conjure thee, demon elf,
By Him whom demons fear,

To show us whence thou art thyself,
And what thine errand here?"

XV.

BALLAD CONTINUED.

"'T is merry, 't is merry, in Fairy-land, When fairy birds are singing,

When the court doth ride by their monarch's side, With bit and bridle ringing:

"And gayly shines the fairy-land -
But all is glistening show,

Like the idle gleam that December's beam
Can dart on ice and snow.

"And fading, like that varied gleam,
Is our inconstant shape,

Who now like knight and lady seem,
And now like dwarf and ape.

"It was between the night and day,
When the Fairy King has power,

That I sunk down in a sinful fray,
And 'twixt life and death was snatched away
To the joyless Elfin bower.

"But wist I of a woman bold,
Who thrice my brow durst sign,
I might regain my mortal mould,
As fair a form as thine."

She crossed him once

she crossed him twice

That lady was so brave;

The fouler grew his goblin hue,
The darker grew the cave.

She crossed him thrice, that lady bold;
He rose beneath her hand

The fairest knight on Scottish mould,
Her brother, Ethert Brand!

Merry it is in good greenwood,

When the mavis and merle are singing, But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray, When all the bells were ringing.

XVI.

Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed,
A stranger climbed the steepy glade;

His martial step, his stately mien,

His hunting-suit of Lincoln green,

His eagle glance, remembrance claims

'Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 't is James Fitz-James. Ellen beheld as in a dream,

Then, starting, scarce suppressed a scream

"O stranger! in such hour of fear
What evil hap has brought thee here?'
"An evil hap how can it be

That bids me look again on thee?
By promise bound, my former guide
Met me betimes this morning-tide,
And marshalled over bank and bourne
The happy path of my return."

"The happy path!-what! said he nought Of war, of battle to be fought,

Of guarded pass? "

"No, by my faith!

Nor saw I aught could augur scathe."

'Oh, haste thee, Allan, to the kern:
Yonder his tartans I discern;
Learn thou his purpose, and conjure
That he will guide the stranger sure!
What prompted thee, unhappy man?
The meanest serf in Roderick's clan
Had not been bribed, by love or fear,
Unknown to him to guide thee here."

XVII.

"Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be, Since it is worthy care from thee; Yet life I hold but idle breath

When love or honor's weighed with death.

Then let me profit by my chance,

And speak my purpose bold at once.

I come to bear thee from a wild

Where ne'er before such blossom smiled,
By this soft hand to lead thee far
From frantic scenes of feud and war.
Near Bochastle my horses wait;
They bear us soon to Stirling gate.
I'll place thee in a lovely bower,
I'll guard thee like a tender flower-"
"Oh hush, Sir Knight! 't were female art,
To say I do not read thy heart;

Too much, before, my selfish ear
Was idly soothed my praise to hear.
That fatal bait hath lured thee back,
In deathful hour, o'er dangerous track;
And how, oh how, can I atone
The wreck my vanity brought on!
One way remains I'll tell him all
Yes! struggling bosom, forth it shall!
Thou, whose light folly bears the blame,
Buy thine own pardon with thy shame!
But first - my father is a man
Outlawed and exiled, under ban ;
The price of blood is on his head,
With me 't were infamy to wed.
Still wouldst thou speak? -
Fitz-James, there is a noble youth-
If yet he is!-exposed for me
And mine to dread extremity -
Thou hast the secret of my heart;
Forgive, be generous, and depart!"

then hear the truth!

Fitz-James knew every wily train
A lady's fickle heart to gain,
But here he knew and felt them vain.
There shot no glance from Ellen's eye,