The forlorn son, when he repented, "I spared my judgments many times, "My Lord," quoth she, "I do amend, "The thief heard never of my teaching, 66 'Master," quoth she, "the Scripture shows, The Jewish woman which play'd the lown, Conform unto the Hebrew laws, Was brought to thee to be put down, But nevertheless thou let her go, And made the Pharisees afraid." "Indeed," says Christ, "it was right so, And that my bidding was obey'd. There's mercy here, bnt none for thee." Poor worm, And of the crumbs they were right fain- From thy best children's table, Lord, It will me help enough afford." "The gates of mercy now are closed, And thou canst hardly enter in It is not so as thou supposed, For thou art deadly sick in sin." "'Tis true indeed, my Lord most meek— My sore and sickness I do feel Yet thou the lame didst truly seek, Who lay long at Bethsaida's pool, Of many that thee never sought— "The issues of thy soul are great, Thou art both leprous and unclean, To be with me thou art not fit, Go from me then, let me alone." "Let me thy garments once but touch, My bloody issue shall be whole, To save a poor distresséd soul. Speak thou the word, I shall be whole, Save now, good Lord, my silly soul, Bought with thine own most precious blood-Sweet Lord, my God, say me not nay, For if I perish here I'll die." "Poor silly wretch, then speak no more Thy faith, poor soul, hath savéd thee; Enter thou into my glore, And rest throu' all eternity!" How soon our Saviour these words said, A long white robe to her was given; A laurel crown set on her head, Her face did shine like to the sun, Such music and such melody Was never either heard or seen, When this poor saint was placed so high, For that the Lamb had made her free. And shall rejoice for evermore, Of WIFE OF BEITH I make an end, Р Edom o' Gordon. Many versions are extant of this graphic and melancholy ballad, which is founded on a real event which took place in the north of Scotland in the year 1571, during the struggles between the party who held out for the imprisoned Queen Mary, and those who maintained the authority of her infant son, James VI. The person here designated "Edom o' Gordon," was Adam Gordon of Auchindown, brother and deputy of the Marquis of Huntly. Gordon committed many acts of oppression on the Clan Forbes, under colour of the Queen's authority; and, in one collision with that family, killed Arthur, brother to Lord Forbes. He gained also several successes over the neighbours and feudal enemies of the Gordons, but the chronicler of the history of King James VI. remarks of him that, "what glory and renown he obtained by these victories were all casten down by the infamy of his next attempt; for immediately after his last conflict he directed his soldiers to the Castle of Towie, desiring the house to be rendered to him in the Queen's name, which was obstinately refused by the lady, and she burst forth with certain injurious words, and the soldiers being impatient, by command of their leader, Captain Ker, fire was put to the house, wherein she and the number of twenty-seven persons were cruelly burnt to the death." The ballad was first printed by Lord Hailes in 1755 from the recitation of a lady at Glasgow. It was afterwards given by Percy in his Reliques with some alterations from his old MS. "The author of Edom o' Gordon' had no theories of art," says a recent writer. 'He uttered only what he saw and felt, but what words could add to that picture of the burning tower, the unutterable sigh of the mother for 'a'e blast o' the western wind,' and the mute reproach of the face on the grass, more terrible to the marauder than the gleam of hostile spears?" IT fell about the Martimas, · When the wind blew shrill and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw till a hauld. 66 "And whatna hauld shall we draw till, We will gae to the house o' the Rodes The ladye stude on her castle wa', Beheld baith dale and doun; There she was ware o' a host o' men Cam' riding towards the toun. * "O see ye not my merrie men a', O see ye not what I see? She ween'd it had been her ain dear lord It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon, Wha reck'd nae sin nor shame. She had nae suner buskit hersel', Till Edom o' Gordon and his men They had nae suner supper set, Till Edom o' Gordon and his men The ladye ran to her tower head, *This word in Scotland signifies not only a city or town, but a farm steading or residence. |