"Vulcan was a smith as well as Harry Wynd; he would needs wed Venus, and our chronicles tell us what came of it." "Then long may Lady Venus live and be worshipped," said Sir John Ramorny, "and success to the gallant knight Mars who goes a-wooing to her goddess-ship!" The discourse took a gay and idle turn for a few minutes; but the Duke of Rothsay soon dropped it.

"I have left," he said, "yonder air of the prison house behind me, and yet my spirits scarce revive.

I feel that drowsy, not unpleasing, yet melancholy mood that comes over us when exhausted by exercise or satiated with pleasure.

Some music now, stealing on the ear, yet not loud enough to make us lift the eye, were a treat for the gods." "Your Grace has but to speak your wishes, and the nymphs of the Tay are as favourable as the fair ones upon the shore.

Hark! it is a lute." "A lute!" said the Duke of Rothsay, listening; "it is, and rarely touched.