15 NOVEMBER 1913, Page 32

[To THE EDITOR or THE "Sraczeroa. - ] Srn,—One of your correspondents

has touched on Scott's delightful lyric, " A Weary Lot is Thine, Fair Maid." Can you find room for a concluding stanza, written, I think, by an

Irishwoman P-

" The lady heard, while grief and scorn Were mantling on her brow, 'A weary lot I might have borne, But not thine altered vow.

Beneath thy bearing bold and free I deemed thy heart was tnie; But false to honour, love, and me, For evermore adieu,'

She cried- ' For evermore adieu "