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In came the merry minstrelsy;

Shrill harps wi' tinkling string, And bagpipes, lilting melody,

Made proud Caerlaveroc ring. There gallant knights, and ladies bright,

Did move to measures fine, Like frolic fairies, jimp and light,

Wha dance in pale moonshine. The ladies glided through the ha',

Wi’ footing swift and sure-
Kirkpatrick's dame outdid them a',

When she stood on the floor.
And some had tyres of gold sae rare,

And pendants' eight or nine;
And she, wi' but her gowden bair,

Did a' the rest outshine.
And some wi' costly diamonds sheen,

Did warriors' hearts assail-
But she wi' her twa sparkling een,

Pierced through the thickest mail.
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

Of life to youth appears!
Alas! how soon his setting ray

Was dimm’d wi’ show’ring tears !
Fell Lindsay sicken'd at the sight,

And sallow grew his cheek;
He tried wi’ smiles to hide his spite,

But word be cou’dna speak.
The gorgeous banquet was brought up,

On silver and on gold :
The page chose out a crystal cup,

The sleepy juice to hold.
And whan Kirkpatrick callid for wine,
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the drink would bear; Nor did the knight or dame divine

Sic black deceit was near. Then every lady sang a sang:

Some gay-some sad and sweet-
Like tunefu' birds the woods amang,

Till a' began to greet.
E'en cruel Lindsay shed a tear,

Forletting malice deep-
As mermaids, wi’ their warbles clear,

Can sing the waves to sleep.
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 barness 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 shook wi' guilty fear;
In air he heard a joyfu' shriek-

Red Cumin's ghaist was near.
Now to the chamber doth he creep-

A lamp, of glimmering ray,
Show'd young Kirkpatrick fast asleep,

In arms of lady gay.
He lay wi' bare unguarded breast,

By sleepy juice beguiled;
And sometimes sigh’d, by dreams opprest,

And sometimes sweetly smiled. Unclosed her mouth o’rosy hue,

Whence issued fragrant air, That gently, in soft motion, blew

Stray ringlets o'er her hair,
“Sleep on, sleep on, ye luvers dear!

The dame may wake to weep-
But that day's sun maun shine fu' clear,

That spills this warrior's sleep.”
He louted down—her lips he press'd

O! kiss, foreboding woe!
Then struck on young Kirkpatrick's breast

A deep and deadly blow.
Sair, sair, and meikle did he bleed :

His lady slept till day,
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 :
Then did the thunder ’gin to rair,

Then shower'd the rain and sleet.
Ae fire-flaught darted through the rain,

Whare a' was mirk before,
And glinted o'er the raging main,

That shook the sandy shore.
But mirk and mirker grew the night,

And heavier beat the rain;
And quicker Lindsay urged his flight,

Some ha' or beild to gain.
Lang did he ride o'er hill and dale,

Nor mire nor flood he fear'd :
I trow his courage 'gan to fail

When morning light appear'd.
For having hied, the live-lang night,

Through hail and heavy showers,
He fand himself, at peep o' light,

Hard by Caerlaveroc's Towers.

i Pendants-Jewels on the forehead.

Caerlaveroc stands near Solway Firth.

The castle bell was ringing out,

The ha' was all asteer; And mony a scriech and waefu' shout

Appallid the murderer's ear.
Now they hae bound this traitor strang,

Wi' curses and wi' blows,
And high in air they did him hang,

To feed the carrion crows.

“To sweet Lincluden's ' haly cells

Fou dowie I'll repair; There Peace wi' gentle Patience dwells,

Nae deadly feuds are there.
“In tears I'll wither ilka charm,

Like draps o' balefu’yew;
And wail the beauty that cou'd harm

A knight sae brave and true.”

SIR AGILTHORN.

BY M. G. LEWIS, ESQ.

NOW FIRST PUBLISHED.

“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 al 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 sy 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 tainting 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,

May boldly meet the final blow : “His hopes destroy'd, his comfort wreckt,

An happier life he hopes to find;

Oh! gentle huntsman, softly tread,

And softly wind thy bugle-horn ; Nor rudely break the silence shed

Around the grave of Agilthorn! 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 bark! the din of discord rings; War's clarion sounds, Joy hears the blast,

And trembling plies his radiant wings.
And must sad Eva lose ber lord?

And must be seek the martial plain?
Oh! see she brings his casque and sword!

Oh! hark, she pours her plaintive strain! “Blessed is the village damsel's fate,

Though poor and low her station be; Safe from the cares which haunt the great,

Safe from the cares which torture me!

1 Lincluden Abbey is situated near Dumfries, on the banks of the river Cluden. It was founded and filled with Benedictine nons, in the lime of Malcolm IV., by Uthred, father to Roland, Lord of Galloway-These were expelled by Archibald the Grim, Earl of Douglas. Vide PENNANT.

= (''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

Hath doom'd my fall in martial strife, Oh ! let not anguish tempt thy hand

To rashly break the thread of life! “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 :

He said, and braced his moony shield;
Seal'd a last kiss, threw a last glance,

Then spurr'd his steed to Flodden Field.
But Eva, of all joy bereft,

Stood rooted at the castle gate,
And view'd the prints his courser left,

While hurrying at the call of fate.
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 kniglit. 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,

Who slumber'd on her throbbing breast; And now she bade the warder speak,

And now she luil'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.”— “Smil'st thou, my babe ? so smiled thy sire,

When gazing on his Eva's face; His eyes shot beams of gentle fire,

And joy'd such beams in mine to trace. “Sleep, sleep, my babe! of care devoid :

Thy mother breathes this fervent vowOh! never be thy soul employ'd

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,

And tears from Oswy's eyelids fell; Too truly Eva's heart explain'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

With freshest flowers the turf adorns; 'Tis here he swears eternal truth,

By Eva's faith and Agilthorn's. And here the virgins sadly tell,

Each seated by her shepherd's side,
How brave the gallant warrior fell,

How true his lovely lady died.
Ah! gentle huntsman, pitying hear,

And mourn the gentle lovers' doom !
Oh! gentle huntsman, drop a tear,

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 a lang line, sae braw;
Or lie on yon cauld cliffs aboon,

Like late-left patch o’ suaw!
Farewell, my brook, that wimplin rins,

My clattering brig o’yew;
My scaly tribes wi' gowden fins.

Sae nimbly flickering through!
Farewell, my boat, and lusty oars,

That scelp’d, wi' mickle spray! Farewell, my birks o' Teviot shores,

That cool the simmer's day! Farewell, bauld neighbours, whase swift steed

O’er Saxon bounds has scowrid,
Swoom'd drumlie floods when moons were dead,

And ilka star was smoor’d.
Maist dear for a' ye shared wi' me,

When skaith and prey did goad,
And danger, like a wraith, did flee

Alang our moon-dead road. Farewell, my winsome wife, sae gay!

Fu' fain frae hame to gang, Wi’spunkie lads to geck and play,

The flowrie haughs amang!
Farewell, my gowk, thy warning note

Then aft-times ca'd aloud,
Tho' o’the word that thrill'd thy throat,

Gude faith, I was na proud !
And, pawkie gowk, sae free that mad'st,

Or ere I hanged be,
Would I might learn if true thou said'st,

When sae thou said'st to me!'

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BY ANNA SEWARD.

Farewell, my ingle, bleezing bright,

When the snell storm's begun; My bouris casements, O! sae light!

When glints the bonnie sun!
Farewell, my deep glens, speck’t wi' sloes,

O'tangled hazels full!
Farewell, my thymy lea, where lows

My kine, and glourin bull.
Farewell, my red-deer, jutting proud,

My rooks o' murky wing!
Farewell, my wee birds, lilting loud,

A’ in the merry spring!

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 Scottisb Dialect;' his intimate acquaintance with which is evinced in the following stanzas.

" ["Miss Seward bas oddly blended English and Scotlish phraseology in Rich Auld Willie's Farewell."Monthly Review, Jan., 1804.)

· The work here referred to has since been published, and forms an invaluable digest of Scottish language and learning.

WATER-KELPIE.

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Aft, owre the bent, with heather blent,

And throw the forest brown,
I tread the path to yon green strath,

Quhare brae-born Esk rins down.
Its banks alang, quhilk hazels thrang,

Quhare sweet-sair'd' hawthorns blow,
I lufe to stray, and view the play

Of fleckit scules 3 below.
Ae summer's e'en, upon the green,

I laid me down to gaze:
The place richt nigh, quhare Carity

His humble tribute pays :
And Prosen proud, with rippet 4 loud,

Cums ravin' frae his glen;
As gin he might auld Esk affricht,

And drive him back agen.
An ancient tour appear't to lour

Athort the neibourin plain,
Quhais chieftain bauld, in times of auld,

The kintries call’t his ain.
Its honours cow't,o it's now forhow't,'

And left the houlat's 8 prey;
Its skuggin wude, aboon the flude,

With gloom overspreads the day.
A dreary shade the castle spread,

And mirker 10 grew the lift;"
The croonin'" kie 13 the byre:4 drew nigh,

The darger 15 left his thrift.
The lavrock 16 shill" on erd 18 was still,

The westlind win fell loun;
The fisher's houp forgat to loup, a.

And aw for rest inade boun.25
I seem't to sloom,” quhan throw the gloom

I saw the river shak,
And heard a whush *3 alangis 24 it rush,

Gart 25 aw my members quak;
Syne, in a stound," the pool profound

To cleave in twain appear'd;
And huly 28 throw the frichtsom 29 how

His form a gaist 30 uprear'd.
He rashes 31 bare, and seggs,32 for hair,

Quhare ramper-eels 33 entwin’d;

Of filthy gar 34 bis ee-brees 35

With esks 37 and horse-gells 38 lin'd. And for his een,39 with dowie 40 sheen,

Twa huge horse-mussels glar'd; From his wide mow 42 a torrent flew,

And soupt * his reedy beard.
Twa slauky 44 stanes seemit his spule-banes;45

His briskit 46 braid, a whin;
Ilk 47 rib sae bare, a skelvy skair; 48

Ilk arm a monstrous fin.
He frae the wame a fish became,

With shells aw coverit owre:
And for his tail the grislie whale

Could nevir match its pow'r.
With dreddour 49 I, quhan he drew nigh,

Had maistly swarfit 50 outricht:
Less fleyit, 5+ at lenth I gatherit strenth,

And speirit 5a quhat was this wicht.
Syne thrice he shook his fearsum bouk,53

And thrice he snockerit 5* loud; From ilka ee the fire-flauchts 55 flee,

And flash alangis the slude.
Quban words he found, their elritch 56 sound

Was like the norlan 57 blast,
Frae yon deep glack,58 at Catla's back,

That skeegs 59 the dark-brown waste.
The troublit pool conveyit the gowl 60

Down to yon echoin rock;
And to his maik,6with wilsum skraik,62

Ilk bird its terror spoke.
The trout, the par, 63 now here, now thare,

As in a widdrim 64 bang;
The gerron 66 gend gaif 67 sic a stend,

As on the yird 68 himn slang:
And down the stream, like levin's 69 gleam,

The fleggit 70 salmond flew;
The ottar yap? his prey let drap,ra

And to his hiddils 73 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 ?! limits past,

That sinder 80 sprites frae men,

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Quhilk—which. --- Sweel-sair’dSweet savoured. — 3 Flechit | Melancholy, sad.-4. Sheen-Shine.-4. Mou—Mouth.~43 Soup! scules-Spotted shoals, or troops of trouts and other fishes. - Drenched.— 44 sluuky - Slimy.- 45 Spule-bunrs-Shoulder4 Rippet- Noise, uproar.–5 Kintrie--Country.- Cow'l-Shorn, blades.—46 Briskil-Breast.-47 11k-Each.—48 Skelvy skair-A cut ofl.-7Forhow'l-Forsaken. -& Houlal- Owl.-9 Skuggin rock presenting the appearance of a variety of lamina. wude-Overshadowing, protecting wood.-10 Mirker-Darker. 49 Dreddour-Dread, lerror.---50 Swarfit-Fainted.-51 Fleyil "I Lill-Sky.-11 Croonin'-Beliowing-most properly with a --Affrighted.—52 Speirit-Asked.-53 Bouk-Body. -54 Snockerit loud and mournful sound.-13 Kie-Cows.- 14 Byre-Cowhouse. - -Snorted.—55 Fire-flauchts-Lightning.--56 Elrilch-Wild, bi15 Darger-Labourer, day-worker.—16 Lavrock-Lark.-17 Shill deous, nol earthly. -57 Norlan--Northern.-58 Glach- A hollow - Shrill.-18 Erd-Earih.- 19 Loun-Calın.-20 Loup-Leap. belween two hills, or mountains. —59 Skeegs-Lashes.-60 Gowl al Boun-- Ready.-- 92 sloom - Slumber.--23 W hush-Rustling -Yell. -61 Maik-Companion, mate. -62 ilsum skiaik-Wild sound.-24 Alungis- Alongst.-*5 Garl-Caused-made.

shriek.—63 Par-lhe samlet. -64 Widdrim-State of coususion. 26 Syne-Then.—27 In a stound-Suddenly.—28 Huly-Slowly. _65 Bang-Rush, run with impellosily.-66 Gerron- A sea-trout. 29 Frichtsom-- Fearful.–30 Gaist-Ghost. – 31 Ruishes-Rushes. _07 Guis-Gave.-68 Yird-Earth, ground.—69 Levin-Light--32 Seggs-Sedges. — 33 Rampci-eels-Lampreys. -- 34 Gar-The ning. - 70 Floggit - Assrighted.—?' Yap-keen, voracious.--7Drap slimy vegetable substance in the bed of a river.—35 Ee-brees -Drop.—73 Hiddils-Iliding-place.-4 Droich-Dwarf, pigmy. Eye-brows. — 36 Var - Were.-37 Esks - Newls, or efts. —75 Nochl-Nought. -76 Tyne-Lose.—77 Aboon-Above-Sen 38 Horse-gells - Horsc-leeches. - 39 Een - Eyes.- 40 Dowie -Since.—79 Thai-These. -60 Sinder-Separate.

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