NOTES. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. "Tine-man," p. 42.-Archibald, the third Earl of Douglas, was so unfortunate in all his enterprises that he acquired the epithet of "Tineman," because he tined, or lost, his followers in every battle which he fought. "And Satyrs," etc., p. 82.-Scott is not here guilty of any anachronism, though the word "satyr" is doubtless misleading. The Highlanders had a mythological satyr, or urisk. "As their Tinchel," etc., p. 158 -A circle of sportsmen, who, by surrounding a greater space, and gradually narrowing, brought immense quantities of deer together, which usually made desperate efforts to break through the Tinchel. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. 'By Woden wild-my grandsire's oath," p. 212.-The Macleods were of Scandinavian descent-ancient worshippers of Thor and Woden. "Up Tarbert's western lake they bore, Then dragg'd their bark the isthmus o'er."-P, 250. The peninsula of Cantire is joined to South Knapdale by a very narrow isthmus, formed by the western and eastern Loch of Tarbert. These two saltwater lakes, or bays, encroach so far upon the land, and the extremities come so near to each other that there is not a mile of land to divide them. "Tarbert" itself is anglicised Gaelic for "an isthmus." THE scene of this poem lies, at first, in the Castle of Artornish, on the coast of Argyleshire; and, afterwards, in the Islands of Skye and Arran, and upon the coast of Ayrshire. Finally, it is laid near Stirling. The story opens in the spring of the year 1307, when Bruce, who had been driven out of Scotland by the English, and the Barons who adhered to that foreign interest, returned from the Island of Rachrin, on the coast of Ireland, again to assert his claims to the Scottish crown. Many of the personages and incidents introduced are of historical celebrity. The authorities used are chiefly those of the venerable Lord Hailes, as well entitled to be called the restorer of Scottish history, as Bruce the restorer of Scottish monarchy, and of Archdeacon Barbour. A CANTO FIRST. UTUMN departs-but still his mantle's fold When the broad sun sinks down on Ettrick's western fell. Autumn departs-from Gala's fields no more Save where, sad laggard of the autumnal train, Some age-struck wanderer gleans few ears of scatter'd grain. Deem'st thou these saddened scenes have pleasure still, Lovest thou through Autumn's fading realms to stray, To see the heath-flower wither'd on the hill, To listen to the wood's expiring lay, To note the red leaf shivering on the spray, To mark the last bright tints the mountain stain, And moralise on mortal joy and pain ? O if such scenes thou lovest, scorn not the minstrel strain. No! do not scorn, although its hoarser note Through fields time-wasted, on sad inquest bound, Where happier bards of yore have richer harvest found. So shalt thou list, and haply not unmoved, In distant lands, by the rough West reproved, Where rest from mortal coil the Mighty of the Isles. I. "WAKE, Maid of Lorn!" the Minstrels sung. As 'mid the tuneful choir to keep Lull'd were the winds of Inninmore, II. 66 Wake, Maid of Lorn!" 'twas thus they sung: And yet more proud the descant rung, "Wake, Maid of Lorn! high right is ours, To charm dull sleep from Beauty's bowers; Earth, Ocean, Air, have nought so shy But owns the power of minstrelsy. In Lettermore the timid deer Will pause, the harp's wild chime to hear; III. "O wake, while Dawn, with dewy shine, Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine! She bids the mottled thrush rejoice To mate thy melody of voice; The dew that on the violet lies But, Edith, wake, and all we see |