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THE

LADY OF THE LAKE.

BY

SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.

WITH

- ALL HIS INTRODUCTIONS, NOTES, AND VARIOUS READINGS.

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INTRODUCTION

TO THE

LADY OF THE LAKE.

AFTER the success of “ Marmion;" I felt inclined to ex. claim with Ulysses in the “ Odyssey”

Ούτος μίν δή άεθλος άάατος έκτισίλισσαι.
Nữy aurs troróg äador,

Odys. x. 1. 5.
“One venturous game my hand has won to-day

Another, gallants, yet remains to play." The ancient manners, the habits and customs of the aboriginal race by whom the Highlands of Scotland were inhabited, had always appeared to me peculiarly adapted to poetry. The change in their manners, too, had taken place almost within my own time, or at least I had learned many particulars concerning the ancient state of the Highlands from the old men of the last generation. I had always thought thu old Scottish Gael and political dissensions, which, half a century earlier, would have rendered the richer and wealthier part of th: kingdom indisposed to countenance a poem, the scene of which was laid in the Highlands, were now sunk in the generous compassion which the English, more than any other nation, feel for the misfortunes of an honourable foe. The Poems of Ossian had, by their popularity, sufficiently shown, that if writings on Highland subjects were qualified to interest the reader, mere national prejudices were, in the present day, very unlikely to interfere with their success.

I had also read a great deal, seen much, and heard more, of that romantic country, where I was in the habit of spending some time every autumn; and the scenery of Loch Katrine was connected with the recollection of many a dear friend and merry expedition of former days. This poem, the action of which lay among scenes 80 beautiful, and so deeply imprinted on my recollections, was a labour of love, and it was no less so to recall the inanners and incidents introduced. The frequent custom of James IV., and particularly of James V., to walk through their kingdom in disguise, afforded me the hint of an incident, which never fails to be interesting if managed with the slightest address or dexterity.

I may now confess, however, that the employment, though attended with great pleasure, was not without its doubts and anxieties. A lady, to whom I was nearly related, and with whom I lived, during her whole life, on the most brotherly terms of affection, was residing with me at the time when the work was in progress, and used to ask me, what I could possibly do to rise 80 early in the morning, (that happening to be the most convenient to me for composition.) At last I

forget the anxiety and affection expressed in her reply. “ Do not be so rash,” she said, “ my dearest cousin." You are already popular-more so, perhaps, than you yourself will believe, or than even I, or other partial friends, can fairly allow to your merit. You stand high

do not rashly attempt to climb higher, and incur the risk of a fall; for, depend upon it, a favourite will not be permitted even to stumble with impunity." I replied to this affectionate expostulation in the words of Montrose

“ He either fears his fate too much,

Or his deserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch

To gain or lose it all.”

“ If I fail,” I said, for the dialogue is strong in my recollection, “ it is a sign that I ought never to have succeeded, and I will write prose for life : you shall seo no change in my temper, nor will I eat a single meal the worse. But if I succeed,

Up with the bonnie blue bonnet,

The dirk, and the feather, and a'!"

Afterwards I showed my affectionate and anxious critic the first canto of the poem, which reconciled her to my imprudence. Nevertheless, although I answered thus confidently, with the obstinacy often said to be proper to those who bear my surname, I acknowledge that my confidence was considerably shaken by the

1[The lady with whom Sir Walter Scott held this conversation, was, no doubt, his aunt, Miss Christian Rutherford; there was no other female relation dead when this Introduction was written, whom I can suppose him to have consulted on literary questions, Lady Capulet, on seeing the corpse of Tybalt, exclaims,-

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