Lochiel was the ancestral home of the chiefs of the Cameron clan. The chiefs of this clan can show, or at least could, until recently, an unbroken line of descent from the middle of the twelfth century; and the clan had produced many heroic characters.

Evan, or Ewen, seventeenth lord of Lochiel, was one of the commanding figures among the Highland chiefs at the Battle of Killiecrankie, 1689. Donald, his grandson, was the hero of Campbell's poem, Lochiel's Warning. On the morning of the first day's fight at Waterloo, (Quatre-bras) John Cameron, the great-great grandson of Evan, or Ewen, led out from Brussels, the famous 92nd Highlanders, the first regiment to leave the city. As the 92nd marched out the bag pipes played the pibroch, or war tune of the Cameron clans, called "Camerons' Gathering." Col. Cameron was killed toward the close of the first day's fight. "Albyn, a poetic name for the Highlands"

"Saxon Foes, the English and the lowland Scotch had formerly been at feud with the Highlanders"

"Ardennes, the wood of Soignies, between Brussels and Waterloo"

Before beginning your study of the phrases given below, turn to the notes and studies under Webster's "Bunker Hill Address" and read carefully the discussion of Webster's phrasal power.

Pick out the finest expressions in the selection. Notice the rhyme scheme used in the stanza, a-b-a-b-b-c-b-c-c. Notice the

effect of the extra length of the last line of each stanza.

In line 11, the expression "the car rattling o'er the stony street," by its tone quality (tone-color) suggests the idea; and in the next line, "On with the dance," by the voice movement (rhythm) suggests or enforces the idea; see how many similar adaptations you can find in the poem. Stanza 5 is particularly rich in these adaptations of rhythm and tone-color.

The selection we are studying has been called the finest martial poem in the English language. The poet has not tried to make us feel the glory of war, but rather, its unutterable pathos and its horror. The first part of the selection pictures beauty and joyousness, then alarm and trepidation, followed by heroic determination; this, in turn, by tender pathos. Select one or more sentences as examples of each of these.

The last stanza sums up in a masterly way all of the emotional elements of the preceding stanzas.

Read thoughtfully the following extracts from Thackeray's Vanity Fair, then re-read the poem.

"On the appointed night George, having commanded new dresses and ornaments of all sorts for Amelia, drove to the famous ball, where his wife did not know a single soul." "The enemy has passed the Sambre," William said, "and our left is already engaged. Come away. We are to march in three hours." At that moment a bugle from the Place of Arms began sounding clearly, and was taken up through the town; and amidst the drums of the infantry, and the shrill pipes of the Scotch the whole city awoke. We of peaceful London city have never beheld-and please God never shall witness such a scene of hurry and alarm as that which Brussels presented. Women rushed to the churches and crowded the chapels, and knelt and prayed on the flagstones and steps. The dull sound of the cannon went on rolling and rolling. All that day, from morning until past sunset, the cannon

never ceased to roar.

All our friends took their share, and fought like men in the great field. All day long, whilst the

women were praying ten miles away, the lines of the dauntless English infantry were receiving and repelling the furious charges of the French horsemen. Guns which were heard at Brussels were ploughing up their ranks, and comrades falling, and resolute survivors closing in. Toward evening, the attack of the French, repeated and resisted so bravely, slackened in its fury. They had other foes beside the British to engage, or were preparing for a final onset. It came at last; the columns of the Imperial Guard marched up the hill of Saint Jean, at length and at once to sweep the English from the height which they had maintained all day, and, spite of all, unscared by the thunder of the artillery, which hurled death from the English line, the dark rolling column pressed on and up the hill. It seemed almost to crest the eminence when it began to wave and falter. Then it stopped, still facing the shot. Then at last the English troops rushed from the post from which no enemy had been able to dislodge them, and the guard turned and fled. No more firing was heard at Brussels-the pursuit rolled miles away. Darkness came down on the field and city; and Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead with a bullet through his heart.

And I shall see the jousts. Thy son am I,
And, since thou art my mother, must obey.
I therefore yield me freely to thy will;
For hence will I, disguised, and hire myself
To serve with scullions and with kitchen-knaves;
Nor tell my name to any-no, not the King."

Gareth awhile linger'd. The mother's eye
Full of the wistful fear that he would go,
And turning toward him wheresoe'er he turn'd,
Perplext his outward purpose, till an hour
When, waken'd by the wind which with full voice
Swept bellowing thro' the darkness on to dawn,
He rose, and out of slumber calling two
That still had tended on him from his birth,
Before the wakeful mother heard him, went.

The three were clad like tillers of the soil.
Southward they set their faces. The birds made
Melody on branch and melody in mid air.
The damp hill-slopes were quicken'd into green,
And the live green had kindled into flowers,
For it was past the time of Easter-day.

So, when their feet were planted on the plain
That broaden'd toward the base of Camelot,
Far off they saw the silver-misty morn
Rolling her smoke about the royal mount,
That rose between the forest and the field.
At times the summit of the high city flash'd;

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