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XL.-A BATTLE IN THE HIGHLANDS.
SIR WALTER Scott. [This lesson is from “ The Lady of the Lake," a narrative poem.] 1. THERE is no breeze upon the fern,
No ripple on the lake,
The deer has sought the brake;
The springing trout lies still,
Benledi's* distant hill.
That mutters deep and dread,
The warrior's measured tread ?
That on the thicket streams,
The sun's retiring beams ?
3. I see the dagger-crest of Mar,
I see the Moray's“ silver star,
To hero bound for battle strife
Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life,
One glance at their array.
4. Their light-armed archers far and near
Surveyed the tangled ground;
A twilight forest frowned;
The stern battalia crowned.
Still were the pipe and drum;
Their sullen march was dumb. 5. There breathed no wind their crests to shake,
Or wave their flags abroad;
That shadowed o'er their road.
Can rouse no lurking foe,
Save when they stirred the roe";
High-swelling, dark, and slow.
A narrow and a broken plain
7. At once there rose so wild a yell
Within that dark and narrow dell,
The archery appear:
Are maddening in the rear.
Onward they drive, in dreadful race,
Pursuers and pursued;
The spearmen's twilight wood ?
8. “ Down, down,” cried Mar, “your lances down!
Bear back both friend and foe!”
At once lay levelled low;
As their tinchell"4 cows the game!
We'll drive them back as tame.”
9. Bearing before them, in their course,
The relics of the archer force,
Above their tide each broadsword bright
Each targeló was dark below;
They hurled them on the foe.
10. I heard the lance's shivering crash,
As when the whirlwind rends the ash;
“My banner-man advance!
“I see,” he cried, “ their column shake-
Upon them with the lance !” —
11. The horsemen dashed among the rout,
As deer break through the broom;
Where, where was Roderick, then ?
Were worth a thousand men. .
12. And refluent" through the pass of fear
The battle's tide was poured;
Vanished the mountain sword.
Receives her roaring linn 1,
Suck the wild whirlpool in,
1 EYR'Y (år'e). A place where birds | 9 PĪPE. A bagpipe; a musical instru. of prey build their nests.
ment common in Scotland. : ËRNE. Tlie sea eagle.
| 10 VA'WARD. Vanward ; advanced. 8 SWĀTHEŞ. Encloses ; winds about. / 11 RÕE. Roebuck; a small species of * BEN-LED'I. A mountain in Scot- deer. land.
12 TRÕS'ẠCHŞ. A narrow pass in Scot6 MAR. Names of Highland chief-| land. 6 MO-RAY.) tains.
13 SER'RỊED. Close; compact. 6 BẠT-TĀL'IA Order of battle. 14 TỈN'CHELL. A circle of sportsmen, I CYM'BẠL. A musical instrument, who enclose and drive in the deer,
consisting of two pieces of metal 15 TÄRGE. Target; a shield. which are struck together.
16 FLĂNK. Side of an army. 8 CLĂR'I-ON. A kind of trumpet of a 17 REFLY-ENT. Flowing back. shrill, clear tone.
18 LINN. A waterfall.
XLI.-- ANEODOTE OF RICHARD JACKSON.
LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW. 1. DURING the war of independence in North America, a plain farmer, Richard Jackson by name, was apprehended, under such circumstances as proved, beyond all doubt, his purpose of joining the king's forces, an intention which he was too honest to deny; accordingly, he was delivered over to the high sheriff, and committed to the county jail. The prison was in such a state that he might have found little difficulty in escaping; but he considered himself as in the hands of authority, such as it was, and the same principle of duty which led him to take arms, made him equally ready to endure the consequences.
2. After lying there a few days, he applied to the sheriff for leave to go out and work by day, promising that he would return regularly at night. His character for simple integrity was so well known, that permission was given without hesitation; and, for eight months, Jackson went out every day to labor, and as duly came back to prison at night. In the month of May, the sheriff prepared to conduct him to Springfield, where he was to be tried for high treason'. Jackson said this would be a needless trouble and expense; he could save the sheriff both, and go just as well by himself.
3. His word was once more taken, and he set off alone, to present himself for trial and certain condemnation. On the way he was overtaken in the woods by Mr. Edwards, a member of the council of Massachusetts, which, at that time, was the supreme executive of the state. This gentleman asked him whither he was going. “To Springfield, sir,” was his answer,“ to be tried for my life.” To this casual interview Jackson owed his escape, when,