Thy kindred ambush lies before,
Close couch'd upon the heathery moor;
Them couldst thou reach!-it may not be-
Thine ambush'd kin thou ne'er shalt see,
The fiery Saxon gains on thee!
--Resistless speeds the deadly thrust,
As lightning strikes the pine to dust;
With foot and hand Fitz-James must strain,
Ere he can win his blade again.
Bent o'er the fall'n, with falcon eye,
He grimly smiled to see him die;
Then slower wended back his way,
Where the poor maiden bleeding lay.
She sate beneath the birchen tree,
Her elbow resting on her knee;

By Him whose word is truth! I swear,
No other favour will I wear,
Till this sad token I embrue
In the best blood of Roderick Dhu!

– But hark! what means you faint halloo ?
The chase is up,- but they shall know,
The stag at bay's a dangerous foe.»---
Barr'd from the known but guarded way,
Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray,
And oft must change his desperate track,
By stream and precipice turnd back.
Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length,
From lack of food and loss of strength,
He couch'd him in a thicket hoar,
And thought his toils and perils o'er :-
« Of all my rash adventures past,
This frantic feat must prove the last !
Who e'er so mad but might have guess'd,
That all this Highland hornet's nest
Would muster up in swarms so soon
As e'er they heard of bands at Doune!-
Like blood-hounds now they search me out, -
Hark, to the whistle and the shoul! -
If farther through the wilds I go,
I only fall upon the foe;
I'll couch me here till evening gray,
Then darkling try my dangerous way.»—

XXVII. She had withdrawn the fatal shaft, And gazed on it, and feebly laugh'd; Her wreath of broom and feathers gray, Daggled with blood, beside her lay. The knight, to staunch the life-stream tried,

Stranger, it is in vain!» she cried, « This hour of death has given me more Of reason's power


years before; For, as these ebbing veins decay, My frenzied visions fade away. A helpless injured wretch I die, And something tells me in thine eye, That thou wert my avenger born. Seest thou this tress?-0! still I've worn This little tress of yellow hair, Through danger, frenzy, and despair! It once was bright and clear as thine, But blood and tears have dimm'd its shine. I will not tell thee when 't was shred, Nor from what guiltless victim's head-, My brain would turn !- but it shall wave Like plumage on thy helmet brave, Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain, And thou wilt bring it me again.I waver still. -O God! more bright Let reason beam her parting light!0! by thy knighthood's honour'd sign, And for thy life preserved by mine, When thou sbalt see a darksome man, Who boasts him chief of Alpine's clan, With tartans broad and shadowy plume, And hand of blood, and brow of gloom, Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong, And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong! They watch for thee by pass and fellAvoid the path-O God !-farewell !»–

XXIX. The shades of eve come slowly down, The woods are wrapp'd in deeper brown, The owl awakens from her dell, The fox is heard upon the fell; Enough remains of glimmering light, To guide the wanderer's steps aright, Yet not enough from far to show His figure to the watchful foe. With cautious step, and ear awake, He climbs the crag, and threads the brake; And not the summer solstice, there, Temper'd the midoight mountain air, But every breeze, that swept the wold, Benumb'd his drenched limbs with cold. Jo dread, in danger, and alone, Famish'd and chill'd, through ways unknown, Tangled and steep, he journey'd on; Till, as a rock's huge point he turn'd, A watch-fire close beside him burn'd.

XXVIII. A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James; Fast pour'd his eye at pity's claims, And now, with mingled grief and ire, He saw the murder'd maid expire. « God, in my need, be my relief, As I wreak this on yonder chief !»— A lock from Blanche's tresses fair He blended with her bridegroom's hair; The mingled braid in blood he dyed, And placed it on his bonnet-side:

Beside its embers red and clear,
Bask'd, in his plaid, a mountaineer;
And up he sprung, with sword in hand, -

Thy name and purpose! Saxon, stand!» « A stranger.»-« What dost thou require ?»— « Rest and a guide, and food and fire. My life's beset, my path is lost, The gale has chill'd my limbs with frost.»« Art thou a friend to Roderick?»-« No.»-« Thou darest not call thyself a foe?»--« I dare! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand.»—« Bold words !--but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend,

And lights the fearful path on mountain side;

Fair as that beam, although the fairest far, Giving to horror grace, tò danger pride,

Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow

of War.

Who ever reck'd where, how, or when,
The prowling fox was trapp'd and slain (13)
Thus treacherous scouts,-yet sure they lie,

say thou camest a secret spy!»-« They do, by leaven!--Come Roderick Dhu, And of his clan the boldest two, And let me but till morning rest, I write the falsehood on their crest.» « If by the blaze I mark aright, Thou bear'st the belt and spur of knight.» « Then by these tokens mayst thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe.»-« Enough, enough ; sit down and share A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare ---


fave him of his Highland clieer,
The harden'd flesh of mountain-deer; (11)
Dry fuel on the fire lie laid,
And bade the Saxon share his plaid.
He tended him like welcome quest,
Then thus his further speech address'd.

Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu
A clansman born, a kinsman true;
Each word against his honour spoke
Demands of me avenging stroke;
Yet more,-upon thy fate, 't is said, -
A mighty augury is laid.
It rests with me to wind my horn, ---
Thou art with numbers overborne,
It rests with me, here, brand to brini,
Worn as thou art, to bid chee und:
But, not for clan, nor kindred's cause,
Will I depart from hovour's laws;
To assail a wearied man were shame,
And stranger is a holy name;
Guidance and rest, and food and fire,
In vain he never must require.
Then rest thee here till dawn of day;
Myself will guide thee on the

way, O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward, Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, As far as Coilantogle's ford; From thence thy warrant is thy sword.»— « I take thy courtesy, by Heaven, As freely as 't is nobly given !»« Well, rest thee; for the bittern's

Sings us the lake's wild lullaby.»
With that he shook the gather'd heath,
And spread his plaid upon the wreath ;
And the brave foemen, side by side,
Lay peaceful down like brothers tried,
And slept until the dawning beam
Purpled the mountain and the stream.

II. That early beam, so fair and sheen, Was twinkling through the hazel screen, When, rousing at its glimmer red, The warriors left their lowly bed, Look'd out upon the dappled sky, . Mutter'd their soldier matins by, And then a waked their fire, to steal, As short and rude, their soldier meal. That o'er, the Gael around him threw His graceful plaid of varied hue, And, true to promise, led the way, By thicket green and mountain gray. A wildering path!- they winded now Along the precipice's brow, Commanding the rich scenes beneath, The windings of the Forth and Teich, And all the vales between that lie, Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky; Then, sunk in copse, their farthest glance Gain'd not the length of horseman's lance. *T was oft so steep, the foot was fain Assistance from the hand to gain; So tangled oft, that, bursting through, Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew,That diamond dew, so pure and clear, It rivals all but beauty's tear'

NII. At length they came where, stern and steep, The hill sinks down upon the deep. Here Vennachar in silver flows, There, ridge on ridge, Benledi rose; Ever the hollow path twined on, Beneath steep bank and threatening stone; An hundred men might hold the post With hardihood against a host. The rugged mountain's scanty cloak Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak, With shingles bare, and cliffs between, And patches bright of bracken green, And heather black, that waved so high, It held the copse in rivalry. But where the lake slept deep and still, Dank osiers fringed the swamp and hill; And oft both path and hill were torn, Where wintry torrent down had borne, And heap'd upon the cumber'd land Its wreck of rocks, and sand. So toilsome was the road to trace, The guide, abating of his

pace, Led slowly through the pass's jaws, And ask'd Fitz-James, by what strange cause He sought these wilds, traversed by few, Without a pass from Roderick Dhiu.



1. Fair as the earliest beam of castern light,

When first, by the bewilder'd pilgrim spied, It smiles upon the dreary brow of night,

And silvers o'er die torrent's foaming lide,

The Scottish Highlander calls himself Gacl, or Gaul, and terms the Lowlanders, Sassenach, or Saxons.

« Still was it outrage ;-yet 't is true,
Not then claim'd sovereignty his due;
While Albany, with feeble hand,
Held borrow'd truncheon of command, (1)
The young king, mew'd in Stirling tower,
Was stranger to respect and power.
But then, thy chieftain's robber life!
Winning mean prey by causeless strife,
Wrenching from ruin'd Lowland swain
His herds and harvest reard in vain,-
Methinks a soul, like thine, should scorn
The spoils from such foul foray borne.»-

IV. « Brave Gael, my pass, in danger tried, Hangs in my belt, and by my side; Yet, sooth to tell,» the Saxon said, «I dream'd not now to claim its aid. When here, but three days since, I came, Bewilderd in pursuit of game, All secm'd as peaceful and as still,' As the mist slumbering on yon bill; Thy dangerous chief was then afar, Nor soon expected back from war. Thus said, at least, my mountain guide, Though deep, perchance, the villain lied.»— « Yet why a second venture try?»— « A warrior thou, and ask me why!Moves our free course by such fix'd cause, As gives the poor mechanic laws? Enough, I sought to drive away The lazy hours of peaceful day; Slight cause will then suffice to guide A knight's free footsteps far and wide,-A falcon flown, a greyhound stray'd, The merry glance of mountain maid; Or, if a path be dangerous known, The danger's self is lure alone.»—.

« Thy secret keep, I urge thee not;-
Yet, ere again ye sought this spot,
Say, heard ye nought of Lowland war,
Against Clan-Alpine, raised by Mar?»
« -No, by my word;--of bands prepared
To guard King James's sports I heard;
Nor doubt I aught, but, when they hear
This muster of the mountaineer,
Their pennons will abroad be flung,
Which else in Doune had peaceful hung.».
« Free be they flung! for we were loth
Their silken folds should feast the moth.
Free be they flung!-as free shall wave
Clan-Alpine's pine in banner brave.
But, stranger, peaceful since you came,
Bewilderd in the mountain game,
Whence the bold boast by which you show
Vich-Alpine's vow'd and mortal foe ?»—
«Warrior, but yester-

morn I knew
Nought of thy chieftain, Roderick Dhu,
Save as an outlaw'd desperate man,
The chief of a rebellious clan,'
Who, in the regent's court and sight,
With ruffian dagger stabb'd a knight;
Yet this alone might from his part
Sever each true and loyal heart.»—.

The Gael beheld him grim the while,
And answer'd with disdainful smile,-
« Saxon, from yonder mountain high,
I mark'd thee send delighted eye,
Far to the south and east, where lay,
Extended in succession gay, ,
Deep waving fields and pastures green,
With gentle slopes and groves

These fertile plains, that soften d vale,
Were once the birth-right of the Gael;
The stranger came with iron land,
And from our fathers reft the land.
Where dwell we now? See, rudely swell
Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell.
Ask we this savage hill we tread,
For fattend steer or household bread;
Ask we for tlocks these shingles dry,
And well the mountaiu might reply,-
"To you, as to your sires of yore,
Belong the target and claymore!
I give you shelter in my breast,
Your own good blades must win the rest.'-
Pent in this fortress of the north,
Think'st thou we will not sally forth,
To spoil the spoiler as we may,
And from the robber réud the prey ?
Ay, by my soul!-While on yon plain
The Saxon rears one shock of grain;
While, of ten thousand herds, there strays
But one along yon river's maze, --
The Gael, of plain and river heir,
Shall, with strong hand, redeem his share. (2)
Where live the mountain chiefs who hold,
That plundering Lowland field and fold
Is auglit but retribution true?
Seek other cause 'gainst Roderick Dhu.»---

VI. Wrothful at such arraignment foul, Dark lourd the clansman's sable scowl. A space he paused, then sternly said, « And heard'st thou wliy he drew his blade? Heard'st thou that shameful word and blow Brought Roderick's vengeance on his foc? What reck'd the chieftain if he slood On Highland heath, or Holyrood ? lle rights such wrong where it is given, If it were in the court of heaven.»--

VII. Answer'd Fitz-James,--« And, if I sought, Think'st thou no other could be brought? What deem ye of my path way-laid? My life given o'er to ambuscade?»«As of a meed to rashness due: Hadst thou sent warning fair and truc,— I seek my hound, or falcon stray'd, I seek, good faith, a lighland maid, Free hadst thou been to come and go; But sccret path marks secret foe. Nor yet, for this, even as a spy, Hadst thou, unheard, been doom'd to die, Save to fulfil an augury.»

« Well, let it pass; nor will I now
Fresh cause of enmity avow,
To chafe thy mood and cloud thy brow.
Enough, I am by promise tied
To match me with this man of pride :
Twice have I sought Clan-Alpine's gleu
In peace; but when I come agen,
I come with banner, brand, and bow,
As leader seeks his mortal foe.
For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower,
Neer panted for the appointed hour,
As I, until before me stand
This rebel chieftain and his band.»

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IX. « Have, then, thy wish!»-he whistled shrill, And he was answer'd from the hill; Wild as the scream of the curlieu, From crag to crag the signal tlew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe; From shingles gray their lances start, The bracken-bush sends forth the dart, The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior arm d for strife. That whistle garrison'd the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood and still. Like the loose crags whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain side they hung. The mountaineer cast glance of pride Along Benledi's living side, Then fix'd his cye and sable brow Full on Fitz-James—« How say'st thou now? These are Clan-Alpine's warriors true; , And, Saxon, “I am Roderick Dhu!»-

XI. Fitz-James look'd round-yet scarce believed The witness that his sight received; Such apparition well might seem Delusion of a dreadful dream. Sir Roderick in suspense hie eyed, And to his look the chief replied, « Fear nought-nay, that I need not sayBut doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest;-) pledged my word As far as Coilantogle ford: Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every

Rent by the Saxon from the Gael.
So move we on;-I only meant
To show the reed on which you leapt,
Deeming this path you mighit pursue,
Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.»(3) -
They moved :-I'said Fitz-James was brave,
As ever knight that belted glaive;
Yet dare not say, that now his blood
Kept on its wont and temper'd flood,
As, following Roderick's stride, he drew
That seeming lonesome path-way through,
Which yet, by fearful proof, was rife
With lances, that, to take his life,
Waited but signal from a guide,
So late dishonour'd and defied.
Ever, by stealth, his eye sought round
The vanishi'd guardians of the ground,
And still, from copse and heather deep,
Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep,
And in the plover's shrilly strain,
The signal whistle heard again.
Nor breathed he free till far behind
The pass was left; for then they wind
Along a wide and level

Where neither tree nor tuft was seen,
Nor rush, nor bush of broom was dear,
To hide a bonnet or a spear.

X. Fitz-James was brave:— Though to his heart The life-blood thrillid with sudden start, He mann'd himself with dauntless air, Return'd the chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before:« Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.»Sir Roderick mark'd-and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood-then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior vanish'd where he stood, In broom or bracken, heath or wood;

XII. The chief in silence strode before, And reach'd that torrent's sounding shore, Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, From Venpachar in silver breaks, Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines On Bochastle the mouldering lines, Where Rome, the empress of the world, Of

yore her eagle wings unfurl d. (4) And here his course the chicftain staid,

Threw down his target and his plaid,
And to the Lowland warrior said:-
« Bold Saxon! to his promise just,
Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust.
This murderous chief, this ruthless man,
This head of a rebellious clan,
Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward,
Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard.
Now, man to man, and steel to steel,
A chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel.
See, here, all vantageless I stand,
Armd, like thyself, with single brand; (5)
For this is Coilantogle ford,
And thou must keep thee with thy sword.»--

Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn,
Start at my whistle clansmen stern,
Of this small horn one feeble blast
Would fearful odds against thee casi,
But fear not-doubt not-which thou wilt-
We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.»—
Then each at once his falchion drew,
Each on the ground his scabbard thren,
Each look'd to sun, and stream, and plain,
As what they ne'er might see again ;
Then foot, and point, and eye opposed,
In dubious strife they darkly closed.

The Saxon paused:–«I ne'er delay'd,
When focman bade me draw


Nay more, brave chief, I vow'd thy death:
Yet sure thy fair and generous faith,
And my deep debt for life preserved,
A better meed have well deserved :-
Can nought but blood our feud atone ?
Are there no means ?»-« No, stranger, none !
And hear,-to fire thy flagging zeal,-
The Saxon cause rests on thy steel;
For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred
Between the living and the dead :-
"Who spills the foremost foeman's life,

party conquers in the strife.'»-
« Then, by my word,» the Saxon said,
« The riddle is already read.
Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff,-
There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff.
Thus Fate has solved her prophecy,
Then yield to Fate, and not to me.
To James, at Stirling, let us go,
When, if thou wilt be still his foe,
Or if the king shall not agree
To grant thee grace and favour free,
I plight mine honour, oath, and word,
That, lo thy native strengths restored,
With each advantage shalt thou stand,
That aids thce now to guard thy land.»--

XV. III fared it then with Roderick Dhu, That on the field his targe he threw, (6) Whose brazen studs and tough bull-hide Had death so often dash'd aside, For, train'd abroad his arms to wield, Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. (7) He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintain d unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed. Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain, And shower'd his blows like wintry rain; And, as firm rock, or castle-roof, Against the winter shower is proof, The foe, invulnerable still, Foil'd his wild rage by steady skill; Till, at advantage ta’en, his brand Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand, And, backward borne upon the lea, Brought the proud chieftain to his knee.

XIV. Dark lightning flash'd from Roderick's eye« Soars thy presumption then so high, Because a wretched kern ye slew, Homage to name to Roderick Dhu? He yields not, he, to man nor Fate ! Thou add'st but fuel to my hate:My clansman's blood demands revenge.Not yet prepared ?-By Heaven, I change My thought, and hold thy valour light As that of some vain carpet knight, Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.»— -«I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword; For I have sworn, this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, beyone!Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud chicf! can courtesy be shown;

XVI. « Now, yield thee, or, by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade !». « Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! Let recreant yield, who fears to die.»-Like adder darting from his coil, Like wolf that dashes through the toil, Like mountain-cat who guards her young, Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung; (8) Received, but reck'd not of a wound, And lock'd his arms his foeman round. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel, Through bars of brass and triple steel! They tag, they strain! down, down, they go, The Gael above, Fitz-James below, The chieftain's gripe his throat compress'd, His knee was planted in his breast; His clotted locks he backward threw, Across his brow his hand he drew, From blood and mist to clear his sight, Then gleam'd aloft his dagger bright! -But hate and fury ill supplied The stream of life's exhausted tide, And all too late the advantage came, To turn the odds of deadly game;

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