Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?