Plaided

To a superstitious eye, Lucy Ashton, folded in her plaided mantle, with her long hair, escaping partly from the snood and falling upon her silver neck, might have suggested the idea of the murdered Nymph of the fountain.

In plaided vest.

Is there no Albyn now to wake thy song, No chiefs who still their fathers' worth retain, No plumed and plaided clans those hills among, Worthy to claim the tribute of thy strain?