And last, and worst to spirit proud, 



Had borne the pity of the crowd ; 



But Lufra had been fondly bred, 



To share his board, to watch his bed, 



And oft would Ellen Lufra's neck 



In maiden glee with garlands deck ; 



They were such playmates, that with name 



Of Lufra, Ellen's image came. 



His stifled wrath is brimming high, 



In darken'd brow and flashing eye ; 



As waves before the bark divide, 



The crowd gave way before his stride ; 



Needs but a buffet and no more, 



The groom lies senseless in his gore. 



Such blow no other hand could deal, 



Though gauntleted in glove of steel. 



Walter Scott. 



Helvellyn, 1805 *o *c> ^> ^> 



In the spring of 1805, a young gentleman of talents, 

 and of a most amiable disposition, perished by 

 losing his way on the mountain Helvellyn. His 

 remains were not discovered till three months 

 afterwards, when they were found guarded by a 

 faithful terrier -bitch, his constant attendant during 

 frequent solitary rambles through the wilds of 

 Cumberland and Westmoreland. 



I 



CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty 

 Helvellyn, 



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