“Calm yourself, 'fair Ellen,' and trust to my horsemanship. Doesn't the poem say:
'Through all the wide Border his steed
was the best?
“And doesn't this exactly embody Scott's idea?”—pointing to a wild and cross-eyed wooden effigy mounted on a pair of trucks.
You have all read Sir Walter Scott's poem of “Young Lochinvar,” and many a time, I hope, for they are brave old verses:
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the
West,
Through all the wide Border his steed
was the best,