From his usurp'd kingdom.—(Aloud.) T is the worst Say, that in battle-front the Gordon slew him, Saint George! Saint Edward! Gentlemen, to horse, We may need good men's prayers.-To the rescue, A SCENE II. [Exeunt. VIPONT. Even therefore grieve I for those gallant yeomen, As men who know the blessings they defend. SWINTON. Who, spite of hardship, poverty, oppression, Still follow to the field their chieftain's banner, part of the Field of Battle betwixt the two Main Ar-I'll keep my sorrow for our native Scots, mies; tumults behind the scenes; alarms, and cries of « Gordon! A Gordon!» « Swinton!» etc. Enter, as victorious over the English van-guard, VIPONT, REYNALD, and others. VIPONT. Tis sweet to hear these war-cries sound together,- REYNALD. T is passing pleasant, yet it is strange withal. Enter SWINTON and GORDON. SWINTON. Pitch down my pennon in yon holly-bush. GORDON. Wine in the thorn beside it; let them wave, GORDON. And if I live and see my halls again, His household hearth and sod-built home, as free SWINTON. Do not believe it. Vipont, do thou look out from yonder height, [Exit VIPONT. Is like a lamp unlighted; his brave deeds, GORDON. Must I then speak of her to you, Sir Alan? The thought of thee, and of thy matchless strength, SWINTON. Thy father in the paths of chivalry I would, nay, must. Pennons enow-ay, and their royal standard. I'll rescue him at least.-Young Lord of Gordon, GORDON. I penetrate thy purpose; but I go not. SWINTON. Not at my bidding? I, thy sire in chivalry- GORDON. No, thou wilt not command me seek my safety,- Should know the load-star thou dost rule thy course by. While I abide, no follower of mine GORDON. Will turn his rein for life; but were I gone, GORDON. [Exeunt. Loud and long alarums. After And, Swinton, I will think I do that duty which the back scene rises, and discovers SWINTON on the ground, GORDON supporting him; both much wounded. SWINTON. All are cut down-the reapers have pass'd o'er us, And hie to distant harvest.-My toil's over; То my dead father. Enter DE VIPONT. VIPONT. [Dies. Fly, fly, brave youth!-A handful of thy followers, There lies my sickle. [Dropping his sword.] Hand of Still hover yonder to essay thy rescue. mine again Shall never, never wield it! GORDON. O valiant leader, is thy light extinguish'd! That only beacou-flame which promised safety In this day's deadly wrack! SWINTON. Swinton? Alas! the best, the bravest, strongest, My lamp hath long been dim. But thine, young And sagest of our Scottish chivalry! Gordon, Forgive one moment, if to save the living, My tongue should wrong the dead.-Gordon, bethink thee, Thou dost but tay to perish with the corpse Of him who slew thy father. GORDON. Ay, but he was my sire in chivalry, He taught my youth to soar above the promptings Had all men fought like Swinton and like Gordon. VIPONT. Nay, without thee I stir not. Enter EDWARD, CHANDOS, PERCY, BALIOL, etc. GORDON. Ay, they come on, the tyrant and the traitor, [He rushes on the English, but is made pri- KING EDWARD. Disarm them-harm them not; though it was they CHANDOS. All need forgiveness—[ Distant alarum]-Hark! in Here lies the giant! Say his name, young knight! yonder shout Did the main battles counter!! SWINTON. Look on the field, brave Gordon, if thou canst, And tell me how the day goes.-But I guess, Too surely do I guess▬▬ singing. One of the hunters was seduced by the syren who attached herself particularly to him, to leave ar hut: the other remained, and, suspicious of the fair seducers, continued to play upon a trump, or Jews harp, some strain consecrated to the Virgin Mary. P at length came, and the temptress vanished. Sear-tar in the forest, he found the bones of his unfortuant friend, who had been torn to pieces and devoured i the fiend, into whose toils he had fallen. The place w from thence called, The Glen of the Green Women Glenfiulas is a tract of forest ground, lying in t Menteith. It was formerly a royal forest, and now be Highlands of Perthshire, not far from Callender, a longs to the Earl of Moray. This country, as weli the adjacent district of Balquidder, was, in times of yore, chiefly inhabited by the Macgregors. To the wes of the forest of Glenfiulas lies Loch Katrine, and its remantic avenue called the Trosachs. Benledi, Beam and Benvoirlich, are mountains in the same distrut and at no great distance from Glentialas. The river Teith passes Callender and the castle of Doune, and |