314. Herald of battle, etc. The MS. reads:

"Dread messenger of fate and fear,

Herald of danger, fate and fear,

Stretch onward in thy fleet career!

Thou track'st not now the stricken doe,

Nor maiden coy through greenwood bough."

322. Fast as the fatal symbol flies, etc. "The description of the

starting of the Fiery Cross bears more marks of labor than most of Mr.

Scott's poetry, and borders, perhaps, on straining and exaggeration; yet

it shows great power" (Jeffrey).

332. Cheer. In its original sense of countenance, or look. Cf.

Shakespeare, M. N. D. iii. 2. 96: "pale of cheer;" Spenser, F. Q. i.

1. 2: "But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;" Dryden, Hind and

Panther, iii. 437: "Till frowning skies began to change their cheer,"

etc.

333. His scythe. The reading of the 1st and other early eds.; "the

scythe" in more recent ones.

342. Alas, thou lovely lake! etc. "Observe Scott's habit of looking at

nature, neither as dead, nor merely material, nor as altered by his

own feelings; but as having an animation and pathos of its own, wholly

irrespective of human passion--an animation which Scott loves and

sympathizes with, as he would with a fellow creature, forgetting himself

altogether, and subduing his own humanity before what seems to him the

power of the landscape.... Instead of making Nature anywise subordinate

to himself, he makes himself subordinate to HER--follows her lead

simply--does not venture to bring his own cares and thoughts into her

pure and quiet presence--paints her in her simple and universal truth,

adding no result of momentary passion or fancy, and appears, therefore,

at first shallower than other poets, being in reality wider and

healthier" (Ruskin).

344. Bosky. Bushy, woody. Cf. Milton, Comus, 313: "And every bosky bourn

from side to side;" Shakespeare, Temp. iv. i. 81: "My bosky acres and my

unshrubb'd down," etc.

347. Seems for the scene, etc. The MS. has "Seems all too lively and too

loud."

349. Duncraggan's huts. A homestead between Lochs Achray and Vennachar,

near the Brigg of Turk.

355. Shot him. See on i. 142 above. Scott is much given to this

construction.

357. The funeral yell, etc. The MS. has "'T is woman's scream, 't is

childhood's wail."

Yell may at first seem too strong a word here, but it is in keeping with

the people and the times described. Besides Scott was familiar with old

English poetry, in which it was often used where a modern writer would

choose another word. Cf. Surrey, Virgil's AEneid: "With wailing great

and women's shrill yelling;" and Gascoigne, De Profundis:

"From depth of doole wherein my soule dooth dwell,

...........

O gracious God, to thee I crie and yell."

362. Torch's ray. The 1st ed. reads "torches ray" and supply;" corrected

in the Errata to read as in the text. Most eds. print "torches' ray."

369. Coronach. Scott has the following note here: "The Coronach of the

Highlanders, like the Ululatus of the Romans, and the Ululoo of the

Irish, was a wild expression of lamentation, poured forth by the

mourners over the body of a departed friend. When the words of it were

articulate, they expressed the praises of the deceased, and the loss the

clan would sustain by his death. The following is a lamentation of this

kind, literally translated from the Gaelic, to some of the ideas of

which the text stands indebted. The tune is so popular that it has since

become the war-march, or gathering of the clan.

Coronach on Sir Lauchlan, Chief of Maclean.

'Which of all the Senachies

Can trace thy line from the root, up to Paradise,

But Macvuirih, the son of Fergus?

No sooner had thine ancient stately tree

Taken firm root in Albin,

Than one of thy forefathers fell at Harlaw.--

'T was then we lost a chief of deathless name.

''T is no base weed--no planted tree,

Nor a seedling of last Autumn;

Nor a sapling planted at Beltain; [7]

Wide, wide around were spread its lofty branches--

But the topmost bough is lowly laid!

Thou hast forsaken us before Sawaine. [8]

'Thy dwelling is the winter house;--

Loud, sad, and mighty is thy death-song!

Oh! courteous champion of Montrose!

Oh! stately warrior of the Celtic Isles!

Thou shalt buckle thy harness on no more!'

"The coronach has for some years past been suspended at funerals by

the use of the bagpipe; and that also is, like many other Highland

peculiarities, falling into disuse, unless in remote districts."

370. He is gone, etc. As Taylor remarks, the metre of this dirge seems

to be amphibrachic; that is, made up of feet, or metrical divisions,

of three syllables, the second of which is accented. Some of the lines

appear to be anapestic (made up of trisyllabic feet, with the last

syllable accented); but the rhythm of these is amphibrachic; that is,

the rhythmic pause is after the syllable that follows the accent.

"(He) is gone on | the mountain,

{Like) a summer- | dried fountain."

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