Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile,

And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.

LESSON 58.

MACAULAY.

LOCHINVAR.

brake, broken ground covered | Lochinvar, named after a

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west! Through all the wide Border his steed was the

best;

And save his good broadsword, he weapons had

none;

He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone!
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar !

He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,

He swam the Esk river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented,-the gallant came late!
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar !

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,

'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:

Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,

For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word, 'Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?'

'I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied:
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide!
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.'
The bride kissed the goblet. The knight took it up,
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar;
'Now tread we a measure!' said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and
plume:

And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far

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, and the charger stood near;

So light to the croupe 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!' quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan;

Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran;

There was racing and chasing on Canobie 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 ?

SCOTT.

A little while ago a friend and myself had a very cheap and pleasant trip up the Rhine,' a brief account of which may not prove uninteresting to my young readers. A few sentences will suffice to show how we reached Cologne, from which city our Rhine journey commenced.

Instead of taking the ordinary route for the Continent, via Harwich, Dover, or Newhaven, we made the sea-passage from Goole to Rotterdam. This passage, which is usually made in twenty-three or twenty-four hours, occupied some thirty-two hours, on account of our being just too late to cross the bar at the mouth of the Maas, and having to anchor there all night. Taking advantage of the first tide, we weighed anchor at four o'clock in the morning, and after a two hours' run up the river, landed at Rotterdam. This town of some 120,000

inhabitants presented a clean and healthy appearance. The women mostly wore muslin caps, every one scrupulously clean. The clogs-large wooden boats-which did duty for shoes, are sure to strike the attention of strangers. The whole town is intersected by the river and numerous canals. This offers facilities for washing, to the poor people and laundresses, which are not neglected; so they bring their linen in a box, kneel on a square board, and do their washing in the public streets. Large numbers of small carts are there drawn by dogs, these dogs being harnessed and yoked together like horses. They seemed to be of the mastiff breed, and looked as strong as young lions.

About fourteen miles from Rotterdam is The Hague, which we took the opportunity of visiting. Passing Schiedam, famous for its Hollands gin, we saw clouds of white beetles feeding on the fumes of the distilleries. The Hague is the seat of the government, and the political capital of the country. The King's Palace has some very fine family portraits; the Royal Museum, too, with its library of 100,000 volumes, is well worth a visit. Connected with this town, by a double avenue of trees, is the small bathing-place of Scheevingen ; this ride (tram-car) of about three miles being as pleasant as any on the Continent.

Without staying to notice further what we saw in Holland, let me proceed to say that we took train from Rotterdam to Cologne. The railway travelling on the Continent we found to be superior to that in England; the carriages were better, and the fares lower. The principal town we passed was Utrecht, where the celebrated treaty of 1713 was signed, in which France acknowledged Queen Anne as sovereign of Great Britain, and recognised