THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO FOURTH. THE PROPHECY. I. "THE rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; 1 The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years!" Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave, What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave. II. Such fond conceit, half said, half sung, Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue. 1 [MS." And rapture dearest when obscured by fears."] And while he stripp'd the wild-rose spray, Hark! on the rock a footstep rung, 66 Stand, or thou diest!-What, Malise?-soon (For while the Fiery Cross hied on, 66 "Where sleeps the Chief?" the henchman said. Apart in yonder misty glade; To his lone couch I'll be your guide.”- III. Together up the pass they sped: "What of the foemen?" Norman said. 66 Varying reports from near and far; This certain,—that a band of war Has for two days been ready boune, Holds revelry in Stirling towers. Soon will this dark and gathering cloud That such dear pledge may rest secure? IV. ""Tis well advised-the Chieftain's plan Bespeaks the father of his clan. But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu Of that dread kind which must not be The Taghairm call'd; by which afar, 1 [MS.-"'Tis well advised-a prudent plan, Worthy the father of his clan."] 1 Our sires foresaw the events of war.1 Duncraggan's milk-white bull they slew." MALISE. "Ah! well the gallant brute I knew! 1 [See Appendix, Note I.] 2 I know not if it be worth observing, that this passage is taken almost literally from the mouth of an old Highland Kern, or Ketteran, as they were called. He used to narrate the merry doings of the good old time when he was follower of Rob Roy MacGregor. This leader, on one occasion, thought proper to make a descent upon the lower part of the Loch Lomond district, and summoned all the heritors and farmers to meet at the Kirk of Drymen, to pay him blackmail, i. e. tribute for forbearance and protection. As this invitation was supported by a band of thirty or forty stout fellows, only one gentleman, an ancestor, if I mistake not, of the present Mr. Grahame of Gartmore, ventured to decline compliance. Rob Roy instantly swept his land of all he could drive away, and among the spoil was a bull of the old Scottish wild breed, whose ferocity occasioned great plague to the Ketterans. "But ere we had reached the Row of Denman," said the old man, "a child might have scratched his ears."3 The circumstance is a minute one, but it paints the times when the poor beeve was compelled "To hoof it o'er as many weary miles, With goarding pikemen hollowing at his heels, As e'er the bravest antler of the woods." Ethwald. 8 This anecdote was, in former editions, inaccurately ascribed to Gregor Macgregor of Glengyle, called Ghlune Dhu, or Black-knee, a relation of Rob Roy, but, as I have been assured, not addicted to his predatory excesses.-Note to Third Edition. His hide was snow, his horns were dark, So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet, V. NORMAN. "That bull was slain: his reeking hide 1 There is a rock so named in the Forest of Glenfinlas, by which a tumultuary cataract takes its course. This wild place is said in former times to have afforded refuge to an outlaw, who was supplied with provisions by a woman, who lowered them down from the brink of the precipice above. His water he procured for himself, by letting down a flagon tied to a string, into the black pool beneath the fall. |