A book of Highland minstrelsy . vered by the military, concealed in thetrunk of a tree as aged and hollow-hearted as himself. Lady Lovat,hearing of his capture and removal to London, offered to join him in hisprison; but he refused her kindness, as feeling himself unworthy of sucha generous return. In this alone he shewed evidence of a softened heart,levity and sneering indifference marking his conduct to the end. He defended himself in person at the bar of the House of Lords,displaying great acuteness, and his exertions to procure a pardon wereunremitting and full of cringing and meanness. Al
A book of Highland minstrelsy . vered by the military, concealed in thetrunk of a tree as aged and hollow-hearted as himself. Lady Lovat,hearing of his capture and removal to London, offered to join him in hisprison; but he refused her kindness, as feeling himself unworthy of sucha generous return. In this alone he shewed evidence of a softened heart,levity and sneering indifference marking his conduct to the end. He defended himself in person at the bar of the House of Lords,displaying great acuteness, and his exertions to procure a pardon wereunremitting and full of cringing and meanness. All was in vain, and hemet death with a careless fortitude. The tradition of a gory head appearing to a member of the family inScotland, while its owner was executed in London, was heard by thewriter in early youth; but as no published accounts of the times takeany notice of such an apparition, it is difficult to decide whether the storyreferred to Lovat or to either of his companions in misfortune. LordsBalmerino and THE LADY OF LOVAT. The mournful Lady Lovat, She sat within the tower; Now would, thou false, false Fraser, I were beyond thy power ! c €l)t Eatj) of Eobat. Now would I stood on Juras siteep, Or Scarbas iron isle,Or neatli my kinsmans roof might sleep, In the halls of proud Argyle !For if I were by blue Loch Fyne, That feeds the western main,Where every eye looks scorn to thine, Id hold thee in wife without the honour, A mistress without power,The daughter of a noble house, And prisoned in thy ! friends I left behind me— Oh ! Lorn, my gallant chief,Ye reck not of my misery, Ye bring me no relief! Said the mournful Lady Lovat. II. In the ancient Castle Downie,There seemed unwonted stir The piper blew the welcomeHe once had blown for her. A clattering sound of horses Cijc HatJg of Hobat. 11 She heard within the court,The noisy vassals suddenly Arrested all their the Fraser to a noble guest Went forth in feudal power,But the
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