In came the merry minstrelsy; Made proud Caerlaveroc ring. There gallant knights, and ladies bright, Wi' footing swift and sure- And some had tyres of gold sae rare, And some wi' costly diamonds sheen, Kirkpatrick led her by the hand, With gay and courteous air; No stately castle in the land Could show sae bright a pair. O he was young-and clear the day Was dimm'd wi' show'ring tears! Fell Lindsay sicken'd at the sight, The gorgeous banquet was brought up, The page chose out a crystal cup, And whan Kirkpatrick call'd for wine, Then every lady sang a sang: Some gay-some sad and sweet- E'en cruel Lindsay shed a tear, As mermaids, wi' their warbles clear, And now to bed they all are dight, Now steek they ilka door; There's nought but stillness o' the night, Whare was sic din before. Fell Lindsay puts his harness on, His steed doth ready stand; And up the staircase is he gone, Wi' poniard in his hand. The sweat did on his forehead break, He lay wi' bare unguarded breast, And sometimes sigh'd, by dreams opprest, Whence issued fragrant air, He louted down-her lips he press'd- Then struck on young Kirkpatrick's breast Sair, sair, and meikle did he bleed : His lady slept till day, 2 But dreamt the Firth flow'd o'er her head, In bride-bed as she lay. The murderer hasted down the stair, And back'd his courser fleet : Ae fire-flaught darted through the rain, But mirk and mirker grew the night, Lang did he ride o'er hill and dale, I trow his courage 'gan to fail › Pendants-Jewels on the forehead. ⚫ Caerlaveroc stands near Solway Firth. Oh! gentle huntsman, softly tread, Oh! gentle huntsman, if a tear E'er dimm'd for other's woe thine eyes, Thou'lt surely dew, with drops sincere, The sod where Lady Eva lies. Yon crumbling chapel's sainted bound Their hands and hearts beheld them plight; Long held yon towers, with ivy crown'd, The beauteous dame and gallant knight. Alas! the hour of bliss is past, For hark! the din of discord rings; War's clarion sounds, Joy hears the blast, And trembling plies his radiant wings. And must sad Eva lose her lord? And must he seek the martial plain? Though poor and low her station be; 2 ' Lincluden Abbey is situated near Dumfries, on the banks of the river Cluden. It was founded and filled with Benedictine nuns, in the time of Malcolm IV., by Uthred, father to Roland, Lord of Galloway-these were expelled by Archibald the Grim, Earl of Douglas.-Vide PENNANT. "No doubting fear, no cruel pain, No dread suspense her breast alarms: No tyrant honour rules her swain, And tears him from her folding arms. "She, careless wandering 'midst the rocks, In pleasing toil consumes the day; And tends her goats, or feeds her flock, Or joins her rustic lover's lay. "Though hard her couch, each sorrow flies The pillow which supports her head; She sleeps, nor fears at morn her eyes Shall wake, to mourn an husband dead. "Hush, impious fears! the good and brave Heaven's arm will guard from danger free; When death with thousands gluts the grave, His dart, my love, shall glance from thee: "While thine shall fly direct and sure, This buckler every blow repel; This casque from wounds that face secure, Where all the loves and graces dwell. "This glittering scarf, with tenderest care, My hands in happier moments wove; Curst be the wretch, whose sword shall tear The spell-bound work of wedded love! "Lo! on thy falchion, keen and bright, I shed a trembling consort's tears; Oh! when their traces meet thy sight, Remember wretched Eva's fears! "Think, how thy lips she fondly prest; Think, how she wept, compell'd to part; Think, every wound, which scars thy breast, Is doubly mark'd on Eva's heart! ”— "O thou! my mistress, wife, and friend!"Thus Agilthorn with sighs began; "Thy fond complaints my bosom rend, Thy tears my fainting soul unman : "In pity cease, my gentle dame, Such sweetness and such grief to join! Lest I forget the voice of Fame, And only list to Love's and thine. "Flow, flow, my tears, unbounded gush! Rise, rise, my sobs! I set ye free; Bleed, bleed, my heart! I need not blush To own, that life is dear to me. "The wretch, whose lips have prest the bowl, The bitter bowl of pain and woe, May careless reach his mortal goal, ["Lewis's Sir Agilthorn is a pleasing effusion, but can never be mistaken for an old ballad. His description of the happiness and contentment of a village damsel appears to have been borrowed from Guarini's Pastor Fido."-Monthly Review, October, 1804.] But what can I in heaven expect, Beyond the bliss I leave behind? "Oh, no! the joys of yonder skies To prosperous love present no charms; My heaven is placed in Eva's eyes, My paradise in Eva's arms. "Yet mark me, sweet! if Heaven's command "No! let our boy thy care engross, Let him thy stay, thy comfort be; Supply his luckless father's loss, And love him for thyself and me. "So may oblivion soon efface The grief, which clouds this fatal morn ; And soon thy cheeks afford no trace Of tears, which fall for Agilthorn! He said, and couched his quivering lance: Then spurr'd his steed to Flodden Field. But Eva, of all joy bereft, Stood rooted at the castle gate, Forebodings sad her bosom told, The steed which bore him thence so light, Her longing eyes would ne'er behold. Again bring home her own true knight. While many a sigh her bosom heaves, She thus address'd her orphan page :"Dear youth, if e'er my love relieved The sorrows of thy infant age: "If e'er I taught thy locks to play, Luxuriant, round thy blooming face; If e'er I wiped thy tears away, And bade them yield to smiles their place : "Oh! speed thee, swift as steed can bear, Where Flodden groans with heaps of dead, And, o'er the combat, home repair, And tell me how my lord has sped. "Till thou return'st, each hour's an age, An age employ'd in doubt and pain; Oh! haste thee, haste, my little foot-page, Oh! haste, and soon return again!" "Now, lady dear, thy grief assuage! Good tidings soon shall ease thy pain; I'll haste, I'll haste, thy little foot-page, I'll haste, and soon return again." Then Oswy bade his courser fly; But still, while hapless Eva wept, Time scarcely seem'd his wings to ply, So slow the tedious moments crept. And oft she kiss'd her baby's cheek, And now she lull'd her child to rest. "Good warder, say, what meets thy sight? What see'st thou from the castle tower?". "Nought but the rocks of Elginbright, Nought but the shades of Forest-Bower.""Oh! pretty babe! thy mother's joy, Pledge of the purest, fondest flame, To-morrow's sun, dear helpless boy! May see thee bear an orphan's name. "Perhaps, e'en now, some Scottish sword The life-blood of thy father drains; Perhaps, e'en now, that heart is gored, Whose streams supplied thy little veins. "O! warder, from the castle tower, Now say, what objects meet thy sight?""None but the shades of Forest-Bower, None but the rocks of Elginbright."- And joy'd such beams in mine to trace. On thoughts so sad as hers are now! "Now, warder, warder, speak again! What see'st thou from the turret's height?""Oh! lady, speeding o'er the plain, The little foot-page appears in sight."— Quick beat her heart; short grew her breath; Close to her breast the babe she drew"Now, Heaven," she cried, "for life or death!" And forth to meet the page she flew. "And is thy lord from danger free? And is the deadly combat o'er?"In silence Oswy bent his knee, And laid a scarf her feet before. The well-known scarf with blood was stain'd, What meant those silent tears to tell. "Come, come, my babe!" she wildly cried, "We needs must seek the field of woe; Come, come, my babe! cast fear aside! To dig thy father's grave we go.""Stay, lady, stay! a storm impends; Lo! threatening clouds the sky o'erspread; The thunder roars, the rain descends, And lightning streaks the heavens with red. "Hark! hark! the winds tempestuous rave! Oh! be thy dread intent resign'd! Or, if resolved the storm to brave, Be this dear infant left behind!". "No! no! with me my baby stays; With me he lives; with me he dies! Flash, lightnings, flash! your friendly blaze Will show me where my warrior lies." O see she roams the bloody field, And wildly shrieks her husband's name; O see she stops and eyes a shield, A heart the symbol, wrapt in flame. His armour broke in many a place, A knight lay stretch'd that shield beside; She raised his vizor, kiss'd his face, Then on his bosom sunk and died.Huntsman, their rustic grave behold: 'Tis here, at night, the Fairy king, Where sleeps the fair, where sleeps the bold, Oft forms his light fantastic ring. 'Tis here, at eve, each village youth By Eva's faith and Agilthorn's. And dew the turf of Eva's tomb ! So ne'er may fate thy hopes oppose; So ne'er may grief to thee be known; They who can weep for others' woes, Should ne'er have cause to weep their own. Farewell, my sheep, that sprattle on, In lang line, sae braw; Farewell, my boat, and lusty oars, Farewell, bauld neighbours, whase swift steed Swoom'd drumlie floods when moons were dead, Maist dear for a' ye shared wi' me, Farewell, my winsome wife, sae gay! Farewell, my gowk, thy warning note Tho' o' the word that thrill'd thy throat, And, pawkie gowk, sae free that mad'st, Would I might learn if true thou said'st, RICH AULD WILLIE'S FAREWELL. A FREEBOOTER, TAKEN BY THE ENGLISH IN A BORDER BATTLE, AND CONDEMNED TO BE EXECUTED. NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED. BY ANNA SEWARD. Farewell, my ingle, bleezing bright, Farewell, my deep glens, speck't wi' sloes, Farewell, my red-deer, jutting proud, My rooks o' murky wing! Farewell, my wee birds, lilting loud, A' in the merry spring! ["Miss Seward has oddly blended English and Scottish phraseology in Rich Auld Willie's Farewell."-Monthly Review, Jan., 1804.] WATER-KELPIE. NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED. REV. DR. JAMIESON. The principal design of the author of this piece was to give a specimen of Scottish writing, more nearly approaching to the classical compositions of our ancient bards, than that which has been generally followed for seventy or eighty years past. As the poem is descriptive of the superstitions of the vulgar in the county of Angus, the scene is laid on the banks of South Esk, near the castle of Inverquharity, about five miles north from Forfar. It is with pleasure that the Editor announces to the literary world, that Dr. Jamieson is about to publish a complete Dictionary of the Scottish Dialect; his intimate acquaintance with which is evinced in the following stanzas. * The work here referred to has since been published, and forms an invaluable digest of Scottish language and learning. WATER-KELPIE. Aft, owre the bent, with heather blent, I tread the path to yon green strath, Ae summer's e'en, upon the green, The place richt nigh, quhare Carity His humble tribute pays : And Prosen proud, with rippet 4 loud, As gin he might auld Esk affricht, An ancient tour appear❜t to lour Quhais chieftain bauld, in times of auld, Of filthy gar 34 his ee-brees 35 war,36 40 With esks and horse-gells 38 lin❜d. And soupt his reedy beard. Twa slauky44 stanes seemit his spule-banes; 45 Ilk 47 rib sae bare, a skelvy skair; 48 Ilk arm a monstrous fin. With shells aw coverit owre: With dreddour 49 I, quhan he drew nigh, From ilka ee the fire-flauchts 55 flee, Quhan words he found, their elritch 56 sound Frae yon deep glack,58 at Catla's back, That skeegs 59 the dark-brown waste. 61 And to his maik, with wilsum skraik,6 The trout, the par,63 now here, now thare, The gerron 66 gend gaif 7 sic a stend, As on the yird 68 him flang: And down the stream, like levin's 69 gleam, The ottar yap" his prey let drap," And to his hiddils73 drew. "Vile droich," 74 he said, "art nocht 75 afraid Thy mortal life to tyne? 76 How darest thou seik with me till speik, Sae far aboon 77 thy line? Yet sen 78 thou hast thai 79 limits past, 80 Melancholy, sad.-41 Sheen-Shine.-4a Mow-Mouth.-43 Soupt -Drenched.— 44 Slauky - Slimy.- 45 Spule-banes-Shoulderblades.-46 Briskit-Breast.-47 Tik-Each.-48 Skelvy skair—A rock presenting the appearance of a variety of lamina. 1 Quhilk-Which.—2 Sweet-sair'd-Sweet savoured.-3 Fleckit scules-Spotted shoals, or troops of trouts and other fishes.— 4 Rippet-Noise, uproar.—5 Kintrie-Country.-6 Cow't-Shorn, cut off.-7 Forhow't-Forsaken.-8 Houlat-Owl.-9 Skuggin wude-Overshadowing, protecting wood.-10 Mirker-Darker.11 Lift-Sky.-12 Croonin'-Bellowing-most properly with a loud and mournful sound.—13 Kie-Cows.-14 Byre-Cowhouse.15 Darger-Labourer, day-worker.—16 Lavrock-Lark.—17 Shill | deous, not earthly.-57 Norlan-Northern.—58 Glack—A hollow -Shrill.-18 Erd-Earth.-19 Loun-Calin.-20 Loup-Leap.Slumber.-3 hush-Rustling 2 Boun- Ready.-2 Sloom 26 Syne-Then.- In a stound-Suddenly.-28 Huly-Slowly. 49 Dreddour-Dread, terror.-50 Swarfit-Fainted.-51 Fleyit —Affrighted.—5a Speirit—Asked.—53 Bouk—Body.7.-54 Snockerit -Snorted.-55 Fire-flauchts-Lightning.-56 Elritch—Wild, hi between two hills, or mountains.-59 Skeegs-Lashes.-60 Gowl -Yell.-61 Maik-Companion, mate.—6a 11 ilsum skraik—Wild shriek.-63 Par-The samlet.-64 1Viddrim-State of confusion. -65 Bang-Rush, run with impetuosity.—66 Gerron-A sea-trout. -67 Guif-Gave.-68 Fird-Earth, ground.-69 Levin-Lightning.-70 Fleggit-Affrighted.-71 Yap-Keen, voracious.-72 Drap -Drop.-73 Hiddils-Hiding-place.-74 Droich-Dwarf, pigmy. -75 Nocht-Nought.-76 Tyne-Lose.-77 Aboon-Above—78 Sen -Since.-79 Thai-These.-80 Sinder-Separate. |