UMBOLLOW,....(_Alexander
Leighton_),................................. 123

XIV. THE LEGEND OF THE BURNING OF MRS. JAMPHRAY,
................(_Alexander Leighton_),..... 133

XV. THE BALLAD OF BALLOGIE'S DAUGHTERS,........
(_Alexander Leighton_),..................... 141

XVI. THE LEGEND OF DOWIELEE,........(_Alexander
Leighton_),................................. 145

XVII. THE BALLAD OF MAID MARION,....(_Alexander
Leighton_),.................................. 154

XVIII. THE BALLAD OF ROSEALLAN CASTLE,.........
(_Alexander Leighton_),...................... 158

XIX. THE BALLAD OF THE TOURNAY,.....(_Alexander
Leighton_),.................................. 160

XX. THE BALLAD OF GOLDEN COUNSEL,...(_Alexander
Leighton_),.................................. 164

XXI. THE BALLAD OF MATRIMONY,......._(Alexander
_Leighton_),................................. 168

XXII. THE SONG OF ROSALIE, .........(_Alexander
Leighton_),.................................. 171

XXIII. THE BALLAD OF THE WORLD'S VANITY,.......
(_Alexander Leighton_),...................... 173

XXIV. THE SIEGE: A DRAMATIC TALE,........(_John
_Mackay Wilson_),............................ 177

XXV. FAREWELL TO A PLACE ON THE BORDERS,.......
(_Rev. W.G._),............................... 207

GLOSSARY,...................................... 211

GENERAL INDEX,................................. 251

WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS, AND OF SCOTLAND.

THE MINSTREL'S TALES.

I.

EDMUND AND HELEN.

CANTO FIRST.

Come, sit thee by me, love, and thou shalt hear
A tale may win a smile and claim a tear--
A plain and simple story told in rhyme,
As sang the minstrels of the olden time.
No idle Muse I'll needlessly invoke--
No patron's aid, to steer me from the rock
Of cold neglect round which oblivion lies;
But, loved one, I will look into thine eyes,
From which young poesy first touched my soul,
And bade the burning words in numbers roll;--
They were the light in which I learned to sing;
And still to thee will kindling fancy cling--
Glow at thy smile, as when, in younger years,
I've seen thee smiling through thy maiden tears,
Like a fair floweret bent with morning dew