He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit; Through life's utmost peril the prize I have won, "I restore,' says my master, the garment I've worn, And I claim of the Princess to don it in turn; For its stains and its rents she should prize it the more, Since by shame 'tis unsullied, though crimson'd with gore." Then deep blush'd the Princess-yet kiss'd she and press'd The blood-spotted robes to her lips and her breast. "Go tell my true knight, church and chamber shall show, If I value the blood on this garment or no.' (2.)-CHAP. XI, One thing is certain in our Northern land, As comes the lyme-hound on the roebuck's trace, (3.)-CHAP. XIII. You talk of Gaiety and Innocence! The moment when the fatal fruit was eaten, They parted ne'er to meet again; and Malice Has ever since been playmate to light Gaiety, From the first moment when the smiling infant Destroys the flower or butterfly he toys with, To the last chuckle of the dying miser, Who on his deathbed laughs his last to hear His wealthy neighbour has become a bankrupt. When with Poetry dealing Though my back I should rub On Diogenes' tub, How my fancy could prance In a dance of romance! But my house I must swap With some Brobdignag chap, (2.)-MOTTOES. (1.)—СПАР. II. COME forth, old man-Thy daughter's side The ruins of the parent tree. (2.)-CHAP. III. Now, ye wild blades, that make loose inns your stage, Legend of Captain Jones. (3.)-CHAP. IV. Yon path of greensward Winds round by sparry grot and gay pavilion; Ere I grapple, God bless me! with Emperor There is no flint to gall thy tender foot, Nap." Life, vol. vii. p. 391. There's ready shelter from each breeze, or shower.But Duty guides not that way-see her stand, Lines to Sir Cuthbert Sharp. 1827. "SIR CUTHBERT SHARP, who had been particularly kind and attentive to Scott when at Sunderland, happened, in writing to him on some matter of business, to say he hoped he had not forgotten his friends in that quarter. Sir Walter's answer to Sir Cuthbert (who had been introduced to him by his old and dear friend Mr. Surtees of Mainsforth) begins thus : FORGET thee? No! my worthy fere ! Forget the universal shout 1 Forget thee? No. Forget you? No-though now-a-day I've heard your knowing people say, Disown the debt you cannot pay, You'll find it far the thriftiest way But I-O no. Forget your kindness found for all room, Forget you? No. Forget your sprightly dumpty-diddles, "So much for oblivion, my dear Sir C.; and now, having dismounted from my Pegasus, who is rather spavined, I charge a-foot, like an old dragoon as I am," &c. &c.-Life of Scott, vol. ix., p. 165. From Chronicles of the Canongate. 1827. MOTTOES. (1.) THE TWO DROVERS. CHAP. II. WERE ever such two loving friends!— An allusion to the enthusiastic reception of the Duke of Wellington at Sunderland.-Ed. PERCY or Percival Rede of Trochend, in Redesdale, Northumberland, is celebrated in tradition as a huntsman, and a soldier. He was, upon two occasions, singularly unfortunate; once, when an arrow, which he had discharged at a deer, killed his celebrated dog Keeldar; and again, when, being on a hunting party, he was betrayed into the hands of a clan called Crossar, by whom he was murdered. Mr. Cooper's painting of the first of these incidents, suggested the following stanzas.1 UP rose the sun, o'er moor and mead; Career'd along the lea; The Palfrey sprung with sprightly bound, Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, And right dear friends were they. The chase engross'd their joys and woes, 1 These stanzas, accompanying an engraving from Mr. Cooper's subject "The Death of Keeldar," appeared in The Gem of 1829, a literary journal edited by Thomas Hood, Esq. In the acknowledgment to his contributors, Mr. Hood says, "To Sir Walter Scott-not merely a literary feather in my cap, but a whole plume of them-I owe, and with the hand of my heart acknowledge, a deep obligation. A poem from his pen, is likely to confer on the book that contains it, if not perpetuity, at least a very Old Mortality."-Preface, p. 4. The original painting by Cooper, remains at Abbotsford.-ED. |