Oh! take him down, and stick him up no more.
Judy. September 9, 1874.
MY NAME IS NORVAL.
My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
For I had heard of battles, and I long’d
To follow to the field some warlike lord;