So boldly he entered the Netherby hall,
Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: 
Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword—­
For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word—­
“Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

“I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;—­
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—­
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. 
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”

The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up,
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. 
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. 
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,
“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bridemaidens whispered, “’Twere better by far
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near,
So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: 
They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran;
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see. 
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? 
                                                      —­ Walter Scott.

Notes.—­The above selection is a song taken from Scott’s poem of
“Marmion.”  It is in a slight degree founded on a ballad called “Katharine
Janfarie,” to be found in the “Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.”

The Solway Frith, on the southwest coast of Scotland, is remarkable for its high spring tides.

Bonnet is the ordinary name in Scotland for a man’s cap.

XCIX.  SPEECH ON THE TRIAL OF A MURDERER. (352)

Against the prisoner at the bar, as an individual, I can not have the slightest prejudice.  I would not do him the smallest injury or injustice.  But I do not affect to be indifferent to the discovery and the punishment of this deep guilt.  I cheerfully share in the opprobrium, how much soever it may be, which is cast on those who feel and manifest an anxious concern that all who had a part in planning, or a hand in executing this deed of midnight assassination, may be brought to answer for their enormous crime at the bar of public justice.