. Waverley novels. a lively air, the following versesof one of the fashionable songs of the period, whichhad found its way, marked as it was with the quainthyperbolical taste of King Charless time, from somecourt masque to the wilds of Perthshire: â Gaze not upon the stars, fond sage, In them no influence lies ;To read the fate of youth or age, Look on my Helens eyes. Yet, rash astrologer, refrain ! Too dearly would be wonThe prescience of anothers pain. If purchased by thine own. She is right, Allan, said Lord Menteith ; andthis end of an old song is worth all we shall gainby our attempt to l
. Waverley novels. a lively air, the following versesof one of the fashionable songs of the period, whichhad found its way, marked as it was with the quainthyperbolical taste of King Charless time, from somecourt masque to the wilds of Perthshire: â Gaze not upon the stars, fond sage, In them no influence lies ;To read the fate of youth or age, Look on my Helens eyes. Yet, rash astrologer, refrain ! Too dearly would be wonThe prescience of anothers pain. If purchased by thine own. She is right, Allan, said Lord Menteith ; andthis end of an old song is worth all we shall gainby our attempt to look into futurity. She is WRONG, my lord, said Allan, sternly, though you, who treat with lightness the warn-ings I have given you, may not live to see the eventof the omen. â Laugh not so scornfully, he added,interrupting himself, or rather laugh on as loudand as long as you will; your term of laughter willfind a pause ere long. Aiinot Lyle. Painted by Sir W. E. Lockhart, P. R. S. A. - Etchedby H. C. i A LEGEND OF MONTROSE. 79 I care not for your visions, Allan, said LordMenteith; however short my span of life, the eyeof no Highland seer can see its termination. For heavens sake, said Annot Lyle, interrupt-ing him, you know his nature, and how little hecan endure Fear me not, said Allan, interrupting her,âmy mind is now constant and calm.â But for you,young lord, said he, turning to Lord Menteith, myeye has sought you through fields of battle, whereHighlanders and Lowlanders lay strewed as thickas ever the rooks sat on those ancient trees, point-ing to a rookery which was seen from the windowâ my eye sought you, but your corpse was notthere â my eye sought you among a train of unre-sisting and disarmed captives, drawn up within thebounding walls of an ancient and rugged fortress; âflash after flash â platoon after platoon â the hos-tile shot fell amongst them, they dropped like thedry leaves in autumn, but you were not among theirranks ; â scaffolds were pr
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