PAOLO AND FRANCESCA It happened in that great Italian land Where every bosom heateth with a star At Rimini, anigh that crumbling strand The Adriatic filcheth near and far In that same past where Dante's dream-days are, That one Francesca gave her youthful gold Unto an aged carle to bolt and bar; Though all the love which great young hearts can hold, How could she give that love unto a miser old? Nay!

The fishers were braw carles, wearing, many of them, fringes of beard well back from the chin-point, with hanging woollen caps.

Now, here is the island of Ulva, near at hand, which lies ready for your occupation, and it will cost you no trouble, save that of putting to death the present proprietor, the Laird of MacKinnon, a useless old carle, who has cumbered the world long enough.

Yet Eberhard's worth, ye bragging carles!

Yet Eberhard's worth, ye bragging carles!