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WAR-SONG To Burndale's ruin'd grange.

OF THE ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS.
A woful place was that, I ween,
As sorrow could desire ;

BY WALTER SCOTT.
For nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall,
And the roof was scathed with fire.

Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms?

Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest It fell upon a summer's eve,

Had we a difference with some petty isle, While, on Carnethy's head,

Or with our neighbours, Britons, for our landmarks,

The taking in some rebellious lord, The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams

Or making head against a slight commotion, Had streak'd the gray with red;

After a day of blood, peace might be argued : And the conveni bell did vespers tell,

But where we grapple for the land we live on,

The liberty we hold more dear than life, Newbattle's oaks among,

The gods we worship, and, next these, our bonours,

And, with those, swords that know no end of battle And mingled with the solemn knell

Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour, Our Ladye's evening song:

Those minds, that, where the day is, claim inheritance,

And, where the sun makes ripe the fruit, their harvest, The heavy knell, the choir's faint swell,

And, where they march, but measure out more ground Came slowly down the wind,

To add to RomeAnd on the pilgrim's ear they fell,

It must not be--No! as they are our foes,

Let's use the peace of honour--that's filir dealing; As his wonted path he did find.

But in our hands our swords. The hardy Roman,

That think to graft limaelf into my stock, Deep sunk in thought, I ween, he was,

Must first begin bis kindred under ground, Nor ever raised his eye,

And be allied in ashes.'

Bonduca. Until he came to that dreary place, Which did all in ruins lie.

The following War-Song was written during the

apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volunHe gazed on the walls, so scathed with fire, teers to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, With many a bitter groan

consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their And there was aware of a Gray Friar,

own expenser. It still subsists, as the Right Troop Resting him on a stone.

of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, command;

ed by the Honourable Lieutenant-Colonel Dundas.I “Now, Christ thee save!" said the Gray Brother; The noble and constitutional measure of arming Some pilgrim thou seemest to be."

freemen in defence of their own rights, was nowhere But in sore amaze did Lord Albert gaze,

more successful than in Edinburgh, which

furnished Nor answer again made he.

a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, in; "O come ye from east, or come ye from west,

cluding a regiment of cavalry, from the city and Or bring reliques from over the sea;

county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of Or come ye from the shrine of St. James the divine, others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied

serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all Or St. John of Beverly ?!!-

the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus? " Proinde "I come not from the shrine of St. James the divine, ituri in aciem, et majores destros ct posteros cogiNor bring reliques from over the sea ;

1812. I bring but a curse from our father the Pope,

WAR-SONG Which for ever will cling to me. “Now, woful pilgrim, say not so !

OF THE ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS. But kneel thee down by me, And shrive thee so clean of thy deadly sin,

To horse! to horse! the standard flies, That absolved thou mayst be."

The bugles sound the call;

The Gallic navy stems the seas, "And who art thou, thou Gray Brother,

The voice of baitle's on the breeze, That I should shrive to thee,

Arouse ye, one and all! When He, to whom are given the keys of earth and heaven,

From high Dunedin's towers we come,

A band of brothers true; Has no power to pardon me ?"'_

Our casques the leopard's spoils surround, 'OI am sent from a distant clime,

With Scotland's hardy thistle crown'd;
Five thousand miles away,

We boast the red and blue.s
And all to absolve a foul, foul crime,
Done here 'twixt night and day."

Though tamely crouch to Gallia's frown

Dull Holland's tardy train ; The pilgrim kneel'd him on the sand,

Their ravish'd toys though Romans mourn; And ihus began his saye-,

Though gallant Switzers vainly spurn, When on his neck an ice-cold hand

And, foaming, gnaw the chain ; Did that Gray Brother laye.*

Oh! had they mark'd the avenging call II

Their brethren's murder gave, foot, in order to visit him. The beauty of this striking scene has been much injured, of late years, by the indiscriminate use of the

Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, axe. Tbe traveller now looks in vain for the leafy bower,

Nor patriot valour, desperate grown, " Where Jonson sat in Drummond's social shade."

Sought freedom in the grave! Upon the whole, tracing the Eske from its source, till it joins Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, the sea at Musselburgh, no stream in Scotland can boast such a

In Freedom's temple born, varied succession of the most interesting objects, as well as of the most romantic and beautiful scenery. 1503.

.-The

Dress our pale cheek in timid smile, beautiful scenery of Hawthornden has, since the above note was To hail a master in our isle, written, recovered all its proper ornament of wood. 1831.

Or brook a victor's scorn? * (The contemporary criticism on this noble ballad was all feeble, but laudatory, with the exception of the following remark : [The song originally appeared in the Scots Magazine for 1802. "The painter is justly blamed, whose figures do not correspond --ED.1 with his landscape-- who assembles banditti in an Elysium, or I Now Viscount Melville.-1831. buthing loves in a lake of sturm. The same adaptation of parts $ The royal colours. is expedient in the poet. The stanzas

À The alluvion is to the massacre of the Swiss Guards, on the 'Sweet are thy paths, O passing sweet!'

fatal joch August, 1792. It is painful, but not useless, to remark:

that the passive temper with which the Swiss regarded the death * And classic Hawthornden,'

of their bravost countrymen, mercilessly slaughtered in discharco

of their duty, encouraged and authorized the progressive injustice. disagrerably contrast with the mysterious gloomy character of by which the Alps, once the seat of the most virtuous and free the ballad. Were these omitted, it would merit high rank for the people upon the continent, have, at length, been converted into terrific expectation it excites by the majestic introduction, and the the citadel of a foreign and military despot. A state degraded in awful close."--Critical Review, November, 1803.-ED.)

half enslaved.--1812.

tate."

BY JOHN LEYDEN.

No! though destruction o'er the land

signed Soulistoun, in a charter to the predecessors Come pouring as a fiood,

of Nevoy of that Ilk, seen by Dalry niple; and the The sun, that sees our falling day,

same frequently appears among those of the beneShall mark our sabres' deadly sway,

factors and witnesses in the chartularies of abbeys, And set that night in blood.

particularly in that of Newbottle. Ranulphus de For gold let Gallia's legions fight,

Soulis occurs as a witness, in a charter, granted by Or plunder's bloody gain;

King David, of the teinus of Stirling; and he, or one Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw,

of his successors, had afterwards the appellation of To guard our king, to fence our law,

Pincerna Regis. The following notices of the

family and its decline, are extracted from RobertNor shall their edge be vain.

son's Index of Lost Charters. Various repetitions If ever breath of British gale

occur, as the index is copied from different rolls, Shall fan the tri-colour,

which appear to have never been accurately arranOr footstep of invader rude,

ged. With rapine foul, and red with blood,

Charter to the Abbacie of Melross, of that part of the barony of Pollute our happy shore,

Werterker, quhilk perteint to Lord Soulisa Rob. I,

in vicecoin. Melrose. Then farewell home! and farewell friends! Adieu each tender tie!

To the Abbey of Craigelton, qhilkis perteint to Lord

Soullis--ab eodem-Candidæ Casa.
Resolved, we mingle in the tide,
Where charging squadrons furious ride,

To John Sou'lis, knight, of the lands of Kirkanders and To conquer or to die.

Brettalac ab eodem-Dumfries. To horse! to horse! the sabres gleam;

To John Soullis, knight, of the baronie of Tortorald

ab eodem-Dumtries. High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honour's sacred tie,

To John Soullis, of the lands of Kirkanders--ab eodemOur word is Lares and Liberty !

Dumtries. March forward, one and all !*

To John Soullig, of the bamny of Kirkander-uæ fuit

quondam Johannis de Wak, Militis-ab eodem.

To James Lord Douglas, the half lands of the barony of LORD SOULIS.

Westerke, in valle de Esk, quhilk William Soullis

forisfecit-ab eodem. To Robert Stewart, the son and heir of Walter Stewart,

the barony of Nisbit, the barony of Longnewton and The subject of the following ballad is a popular

Mertoun, and the barony of Cavinton, in vicecomitatu tale of the Scottish Borders. It refers to transac

de Roxburgh, qubilk William Soullis forisfecit. tons of a period so important, as to have left an in

To Murdoch Menteith, of the lands of Gilmerton, whilk delible impression on the popular mind, and almost

was William Soullis, in vicecom. de Edinburgh-ab

eodem. to have effaced the traditions of earlier times. The fame of Arthur, and the Knights of the Round Table, To Robert Bruce, of the lands of Liddesdale, whilk always more illustrious among the Scottish Border

William Soullis erga nos forisfecit-ab eodem. ers, from their Welsh origin, than Fin Ma ul,

To Robert Price, son to the King, the lands of LiddesGow Macinorne, who seem not, however, to have

dail, quhilk William Soullis foris fecit erga nos-ab been totally unknown, yielded gradually to the re

eodem-anno regni 16. Down of Wallace, Bruce, Douglas, and the other pa To Archibald Douglas, of the baronie of Kirkanders, tools, who so nobly asserted the liberty of their

quhilk were John Soullis, in vicecom. de Dumfries. ciuntry. Beyond that period, numerous, but ob

To Murloch Menteith, of the lands of Gilmerton, quhulk erute and varying legends, refer to the marvellous

Soullis forisfecit, in vicecom. de Edinburgh. Mierlin, or Myrrdin the Wild, and Michael Scott, both magicians of notorious fame. In this instance

To Waltero Senescallo cotir of Nesbit, (exceptand the

valley of Liddell.) the barony of Langnewton and the enchanters have triumphed over the true man.

Maxtoun, the barony of Cavertoun, in vicecom. de But the charge of magic was transferred from the

Roxburgh, quas Soullis forisfecit. anment.sorcerers to the objects of popular resent To William Lord Donglas, of the lands of Lyddal, whilkis pient of every age: and the partisans of the Baliols,

William Soullis forisfecit-a Davidu secundo. the abetters of the English faction, and the enemies

To James Loril Douglas, of the barony of Westerker, of the Protestani and of the Presbyterian reforma

quam Willielmus de Soullis forisfecit. tion, have been indiscriminately stigmatized as necromancers and warlocks. Thus, Lord Soulis, The hero of tradition seems to be William Lord Archbishop Sharp, Grierson of Lagg, and Graham Soulis, whose name occurs so frequently in the foreof Claverhouse, Viscount Dundee, receive from tra- going list of forfeitures; by which he appears to have dilon the same supernatural attributes. According possessed the whole district of Liddesdale, with to Dalrymplet the family of Soulis seems to have Westerkirk and Kirkandrews, in Dumfries-shire, the been powerful during the contest between Bruce and lands of Gilmertoun near Edinburgh, and the rich Balol; for adhering to the latter of whom they in- baronies of Nisbet, Longnewton, Caverton, Maxcrued forfeiture. Their power extended over the toun, and Mertown, in Roxburghshire. He was of South and West Marches; and near Deadrigs, f in royal descent, being the grandson of Nicholas de

beparish of Eccles, in the East Marches, their family. Soulis, who claimed the crown of Scotland, in right bearingg still appear on an obelisk. William de Sou- of his grandmother, daughter to Alexander II. ; and lis, Justiciarius Laodonir, in 1281, subscribed the who, could her legitimacy have been ascertained, finous obligation, hy which the nobility of Scotland must have excluded the other competitors. The elbound themselves to acknowledge the sovereignty of der brother of William was John de Soulis, a galthe Maid of Norway and her descendants: (Ruymer, lant warrior, warmly attached to the interests of his tom. ii. pp. 266, )--and, in 1291, Nicholas de Soulis country, who, with fifty Borderers, defeated and ang us as a competitor for the crown of Scotland, made prisoner Sir Andrew Harclay, at the head of which he claimed as the heir of Margery, a bastard three hundred Englishmen, and was himself slain daughter of Alexander II., and wife of Allan Dur- fighting in the cause of Edward the Bruce, at the ward, or Chuissier.-Caste, p. 177. DALRYMPLE's battle of Dundalk, in Ireland, 1318. He had been Arnals, vol. i. p. 203.

joint-warden of the kingdom with John Cummin, But their power was not confined to the Marches; after the abdication of the immortal Wallace, in for the barony of Saltoun, in the shire of Hadding: 1300; in which character he was recognised by John ton, derived its name from the family ; being de- Baliol, who, in a charter granted after his dethrone

• Sir Walter Scott was, at the time when he wrote this song, • Transactions of the Antiquarian Society of Scotland, vol. i. Quartermaster of the Edinburgh Light Cavalry. See one of the p. 269. Epistles Introductory to Marmion.-ED.)

Index of many records of charters granted between 1309 and i Dalrymple's Collection concerning the Scottish History, p. 395. 1413, published by W. Robertson, Esq.

ment and dated at Rutherglen, in the ninth year of boiled, is a declivity about one mile in breadth, and his reign (1302,) styles him " Custos regni nostri. four in length, descending upon the Water of HerThe treason of William, his successor, occasioned mitage, from the range of hills which separate Lidthe downfall of the family. This powerful baron en- desdale and Teviotdale. It derives its name from tered into a conspiracy against Robert the Bruce, in one of those circles of large stones which are termed which many persons of rank were engaged. The Druidical, nine of which remained to a late period. object, according to Barbour, was to elevate Lord Five of these stones are still visible; and two are Soulis to the Scottish throne. The plot was dis particularly pointed out, as those which supported covered by the Countess of Strathern. Lord Soulis the iron bar, upon which the fatal cauldron was was seized at Berwick, although he was attended, suspended. says Barbour, by, three hundred and sixty squires, The formation of ropes of sand, according to pobesides many gallant knights. Having confessed pular tradition, was a work of such difficulty, that it his guilt in full Parliament, his life was spared by was assigned by Michael Scott to a number of the King; but his domains were forfeited, and he spirits, for which it was necessary for him to find himself confined in the castle of Dumbarton, where some interminable employment. Upon discovering he died. Many of his accomplices were executed; the futility of their attempts to accomplish the work among

others, the gallant David de Brechin, nephew assigned, they petitioned their taskmaster to be al. to the King, whose sole crime was having concealed lowed to mingle a few handfuls of barley-chaff with the treason, in which he disdained to participate.* | the sand. On his refusal, they were forced to leave unThe Parliament, in which so much noble blood was twisted the ropes which they had shaped. Such is shed, was long remembered by the name of the the traditionary hypothesis of the vermicular ridges Black Parliament. It was held in the year 1320. of the sand on the shore of the sea.

From this period, the family of Soulis make no Redcap is a popular appellation of that class of figure in our annáls. Local tradition, however, spirits which haunt old castles. Every rụined tower more faithful to the popular sentiment than history in the south of Scotland is supposed to have an inhas recorded the character of their chief, and attri- habitant of this species. buted to him many actions which seem to correspond with that character. His portrait is by no

LORD Soulis. means flattering; uniting every quality which could render strength formidable, and cruelty detestable. Lord Soulis he sat in Hermitage Castle, Combining prodigious bodily strength, with cruelty, And beside him Old Redcap sly;avarice, dissimulation, and treachery, is it surprising “Now, tell me, thou sprite, who art meikle of might, that a people, who attributed every event of life, in a The death that I must die?''great measure, to the interference of good or evil spirits, should have added to such a character the “While thou shalt bear a charmed life, mystical horrors of sorcery? Thus, he is represented

And hold that life of me, as a cruel tyrant and sorcerer; constantly employed 'Gainst lance and arrow, sword and knife, in oppressing his vassals, harassing his neighbours, I shall thy warrant be. and fortifying his Castle of Hermitage against the King of Scotland; for which purpose he employed all "Nor forged steel, nor hempen band,

Shall e'er thy limbs confine, means, human and infernal; invoking the fiends by his incantations, and forcing his vassals to drag ma Till threefold ropes of sifted sand terials, like beasts of burden. Tradition proceeds to

Around thy body twine. relate, that the Scottish King, irritated by reiterated " If danger press fast, knock thrice on the chest, complaints, peevishly exclaimed to the petitioners, Boil him if you please, but let me hear no more of Turn away your eyes, when the lid shall rise,

With rusty padlocks bound; him." Satisfied with this answer, they proceeded

And listen to the sound.' with the utmost haste to execute the commission; which they accomplished by boiling him alive on the Lord Soulis he sat in Hermitage Castle, Nine-stane Rig, in a cauldron, said to have been long preserved at skelf-hill, a hamlet betwixt Ha- And he called on a page, who was witty and sage,

And Redcap was not by; wick and the Hermitage. Messengers, it is said, were

To go to the barmkin high. immediately despatched by the King, to prevent the effects of such a hasty declaration; but they only ar

' And look thou east, and look thou west, rived in time to witness the conclusion of the cere And quickly come tell to me, mony. The Castle of Hermitage, unable to support What troopers haste along the waste. the load of iniquity which had been long accumula

And what may their livery be.” ting within its walls, is supposed to have partly sunk beneath the ground; and its ruins are still regarded He look'd over fell, and he look'd o'er flat by the peasants with peculiar aversion and terror. But nothing, I wist, he saw, The door of the chamber, where Lord Soulis is said Save a pyot on a turret that sat to have held his conferences with the evil spirits, is Beside a corby craw. supposed to be opened once in seven years, by that demon, to which, when he left the castle never to the page he look'd at the skrieht of day, return, he committed the keys, by throwing them But nothing, I wist, he saw, over his left shoulder, and desiring it to keep them Till a horseman gray, in the royal array, till his return. Into this chamber, which is really Rode down the Hazel-shaw. the dungeon of the castle, the peasant is afraid to look; for such is the active malignity of its inmate,

Say, why do you cross o'er moor and moss ?" that a willow inserted at the chinks of the door, is "I tidings bring, from Scotland's King,

So loudly cried the page;, found peeled, or stripped of its bark, when drawn back. The Nine-stane Rig, where Lord Soulis was

To Soulis of Hermitage.

"He bids me tell that bloody warden, * As the people thronged to the execution of the gallant youth, they were bitterly rebuked by Sir Ingram de Umfraville, an Eng

Oppressor of low and high, lish or Norman knight, then a favourite follower of Robert Bruce. If ever again his lieges complain, " Why press you," said he, "to see the dismal catastrophe of so The cruel Soulis shall die." generous a knight? I have seen ye throng as eagerly around him to share his bounty, as now

to beloid his death." With these By traitorous sleight they seized the knight, words he turned from the scene of blood, and repairing to the Before he rode or ran, King, craved leave to sell bis Scottish possessions, and to retire from the country.

" My heart,” said Umfraville, will not, for And through the key-stone of the vault, the wealth of the world. pormit me to dwell any longer, where I They plunged him, horse and man. have seen such a knight die by the hands of the executioner." With the King's leave, he interred the body of David de Brechin, Bold bis lands, and left Scotland for ever. T'ho story is beautifully told by Barbour, book 191h.

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O May she came, and May she gaed,

“Now, welcome, noble Branxholm's heir ! By Goranberry green;.

Thrice welcome," quoth Soulis, “to me! And Vay she was the fáirest maid,

Say, dost thou repair to my castle fair, That ever yet was seen.

My wedding guest to be ?

And lovely May deserves, per fay,
O Vay she came, and May she gaed,

A brideman such as thee ?"
By Guranberry tower;
And who was it but cruel Lord Soulis,

And broad and bloody rose the sun,
That carried her from her bower ?

And on the barmkin shone; He brought her to his castle gray,

When the page was aware of Red Ringan there.

Who came riding all alone.
By Hermitage's side;
Savs-"* Be content, my lovely, May,

To the gate of the tower Lord Soulis he speeds, for thou shalt be my bride."

As he lighted at the wall,

Says-"Where did ye stable my stalwart steeds With her yellow hair, that glitter'd fair,

And where do they carry all ?”—
She dried the trickling tear;
She sigh'd the name of Branxholm's heir,

"We stabled them sure, on the Tarras Muir ; The youth that loved her dear.

We stabled them sure," quoth he:

“Before we could cross the quaking moss, "Now, be content, my bonny May,

They all were lost but me.'
And take it for your hame;,
Or ever and aye shall ye rue the day

He clench'd his fist, and he knock'd on the chest You heard young Branxholm's name.

And he heard a stifled groan ;

And at the third knock each rusty lock *O2 Branxholm tower, ere the morning hour,

Did open one by one.
When the list is like lead sae blue,
The smoke shall roll white on the weary night, He turn'd away his eyes as the lid did rise,
And the flame shall shine dimly through.'

And he listen'd silentlie;

And he heard breathed slow, in murmurs low, Size he's ca'd on him Ringan Red,

Beware of a coming tree !"
A sturdy kemp was he;
Fron friend, or foe, in Border feid,

In muttering sound the rest was drown'd
Who never a foot would tee.

No other word heard he;

But slow as it rose, the lid did close,
Red Ringan sped, and the spearmen led

With the rusty padlocks three.
yo Guruberry slack;
As many a wight, unmatch'd in fight,
Who never more came back.

Now rose with Branxholm's ae brother

The Teviot, high and low; And bloody set the westering sun,

Bauld Walter by name, of meikle fame,
And bloody rose he up ;

For none could bend his bow.
Bat little thought young Branxholm's heir
Where he that night should sup.

O'er glen and glade, to Soulis there sped

The fame of his array, He shot the roebuck on the lee,

And that Tevioidale would soon assail The dun-deer on the law;

His towers and castle gray. The alarnourt sure was in his ee

With clenched fist, he knock'd on the chest, When Ringan nigh did draw.

And again he heard a groan; O'er heathy edge, through rustling sedge,

And he raised his eyes as the lid did rise,

But answer heard he none.
He sped till day was set;
And he thought it was his merry-men true,

The charm was broke, when the spirit spoke, When be the spearmen met.

And it murmur'd sullenlie,

"Shut fast the door, and for evermore Far from relief, they seized the chief;

commit to me the key,
His men were far away;
Throizh Hermitage slack they sent him back "Alas! that ever thou raised'st thine eyes,
To Soulis's castle gray;

Thine eyes to look on me! I
Syne onward sure for Branxholm tower,

Till seven years are o'er, return no more, Where all his merry-men lay.

For here thou must not be." • Lift-Sky. + Glamour-Magical delusion.

trouthe thereof, by such as had been at the bus ynesse, and there . The idea of Lord Soulis' familiar seems to be derived from they shewed every thinge as it was fortuned at Juberoth. Than the Carga story of the spirit Orthone and the Lord of Corasse, the erle renewed aguyn his dolour, and all the countreye were in

h, I think, the reader will be pleased to see in all its Gothic sorrowe, for they had lost their parentes, brethren, chyldren, and aplity, as translated from Froissart, by the Lord of Bemers. frendes. "Saint Mary!' quod I to the squyer that shewed me

11 u creat marveyle to consyder one thynge, the whiche was thys tale, 'how is it ihat the Earl of Foiz could know, on one sbext to me in the Earl of Foiz house at Ortayse, of hym that daye, what was done within a day or two before, beyng so farre

Ted me of the busynesse at Juberothe, Aljubarota, where off?? By my faythe, sir,' quod he, as it appeared well, he knewe the Sranards, with their French allies, were defeated by the Por it.! - Than he is a diviner,' quod i, or els he hath messangers, taria. A D. 1385.) He showed me one thyng that I have often that flyethe with the wynde, or he must needs have some craft. type thrzcht on sithe, and shall do as long as I live. As this The squyer began to laugh, and sayd, 'Surely he must know it Triger to me that of trouthe the next day after the battayl was by some art of negromansye or otherwyse. To say the trouthe, thus fougla, at Jubaruth, the Erle of Foiz knewe it, whereol i bad we cannot tell how it is, but by our ymaginacions.'-'Sir,' quod pa maneyle ; for the said Sonday, Monday, and Tuesday, the I, 'suche ymaginacions as ye have therein, if it please you to shew ere was sety pensyf, and so sadde of chere, that no man could me, I wolde be gladde thereof; and if it bee suche a thynge as bare a wonde of him And all the said three days he wold nat ought to be secrete, I shall not publysshe it, nor as long as I am in 14. Pout of his chambre, por speke to any man, though they were thys countrey I shall never speke word thereof, 4 praye you Det so pete abuut hym. And, on the Tuesday night, he called thereof.quod the squser, for wolde nat it shulde be knowen, to bun his brother Amault Guyllyam, and sayd to him, with a sort that I shulde speke thereof. But I shall shewe yon, as dyvers men vänt, Our men hath had to do, whereof i am sorrie ; for it is spekoth secretelye, whan they be togrder as trendes.' Than he tin f them by their voyage, as I sayd or they departed, Arnault drew me aparte into a corner of the chappell at Ortayse, and then Gullsam, um was a sage knight, and knowe right well his bro began his tale, and sayd :ther's condicions, ll. e. temper.) stode still, and gave none an. * 'It is well a twenty yeares paste, that there was, in this coun.

And than the erle, who thought to declare his mind more trey, a Barone, called Raymond, Lord of Corasse, whyche is a plainlye, for long he had borne the trouble thereof in his herte, sevyn leagues from this towne of Ortayse. Thys Lorde of CoKakar yn more higher than he dyd before, and sayd, 'By God, rasse had that same tyme, a plee at Avignon before the Pope, for

Amiult, it is as I saye, and shortely ye shall here tidynges the dyemos ll. e. tithes) of his churche, against a clerk, curate thereof; but the countreg of Byeme, this hundred yere, never lost there, the whiche priest was of Catelogne. He was a grete pithe a bhee at no journey, as they have done now in Portugal. clerk, and claymed to have ryghte of the dysmes, in the towne of Divers knights and equyers, that were there present, and herde Corasse, which was valued to an hundred florens by the yere, and být say so, stode atyll, and durst nat speke, but they remember the ryghte that he had, he shewed and proved it; and, by sentence ed his wordes. And within a ten days after, they knewe the diffvnitivo, Pope Urbano the Fyftbe, in consistory sencrall, con

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Think not but Soulis was wae to yield

He threw them o'er his left shoulder, His warlock chamber o'er ;

With meikle care and pain ; * He took the keys from the rusty lock,

And he bade it keep them fathoms deep That never were ta'en before.

Till he return'd again. dempned the knighte, and gave judgement wyth the preest, and rasse, when he knewe any thynge, he wrote thereof to the Earl of of this last judgment he had letters of the l'ope, for his possession, Foiz, who had great joy thereof; for he was the lord, of all the and so rodu tyll he came into Beme, and there shewed his letters wor!de, that moel desyred to here news out of straunge places. and bulles of the Popes for his possession of his dysmes. The And, on a tyine, the Lord of Corasse was with the Erle of Foiz, Lord of Cora se hailgret indignacion at this preest, and came to and the erle demaunded of hym, and sayd, 'Sir of Corasse, dyd hym, and said, 'Muister Pers, or Maister Mairtin, as his namo ye ever as yet se your messengere?'Nuy, surely, sir,' quod the was,) thinkest thou, that by reason of thy letters I will lose mine knyghte, nor I never desyred il. - That is marvey le,' quod ihe Jerytage - be not so hardy, that thou take any thynge that is erle; if I were as well acquainted with him as ye be, I wolde myne; if thou do, it shall cost thee thy lite. Go thy waye into have desyred to have seen hymn; wherefore, I pray you, desyre it sotne other place to get thee a benefyce, for of myne herytage of him, and then telle me what form an tacyon he is of. I have thou gettest no parte, and ones for alwayes, I defy thee. The berd you say how he speaketh as gooul Gascon as outher you or l.' clerk douted the knight, for he was a cruell man, therefore he -'Truely, sir,' quod the kuyght, soitis: be speketh as well, and durst pat parceyver. Then he thought to return to Avignon, as as fayr, as any of us both do. And, surely, sir, site ye counsayle be dyile; but, whan he departed, he came to the knight, the Lord me, I shall do my payne to see him as I can'. And so on a night, of Corasse, and sayd, Sır, by torce, and not by ryght, ye take as he lay in his bedde, with the ladye his wyfe, who was so inand away fron me the ryght of my churcbe, wherein you greatly hurt to here Orthone, that she was no longer afruyd of hym; than cam

Orthone, and pulled the lord by the eure, who was fast asleep, and But, sir, knowe for trouthe, that as soon as I may, I shall sende to therewith he awoke, and asked who was there? 'I am here, you suche à champyon, whom ye shall doubte more than me.' quod Orthone. Then be demaunded, ' From whens comest thou The knight, who doubted nothing his thretynges, said, Goul be powe!'-| come,' quod Orthone from Prague, in Boesme!'with thee; do what thou mayst; I doute no more dethe than How farre is that hens?' quod the knyghl. A threescore days' lyfe ; for all thy wortes, I will not lese mine hergtage.' Thus, journey,' quod Orthone. 'And art thou come hens so soon?' quod the clerk departed from the Lord of Corasse, and went I cannot the knyght. 'Yeu truely,' quod Orthone, 'I come as fast as the ell whether into Avygnon or into Catalogne, and furgut nat the wynde, or faster.'-' Hast thou than winges?' quod the knyght. promise that he had made to the Lord of Corasse or he departed. Nay, truely,' quod he. 'How canst thou than flye so fast ?' quod For when the knight thoughte leest on hym, about a three the knyght. Ye have nothing to do to knowé that,' quod Ormonethes after, as the knyght laye on a nyght a-bedde in his thone. No? quod the kuyght, I would gladly se thee, to know castelle of Corasse, with the lady, there came to hym mossangers what forme thou art of'- Well,' quod Orthone.'ye bave nothing invisible, and made a marvellous tempext and noise in the castell, to do to knowe: it sufficeth you to here me, and to shewe you that it seemed as though the castell shukle have fallen downe, tidynges. - In faythe,' quod the knyght, I wolde love thee and strak gret strokes at his chambre dore, that the goodie ladye, moche better an i myght se thee ones.'-Well. quod Orthone, his wife, was soore afrayde. The buight herd alle, but he spoke sir, sithe you have so gret desyre to se me, the first thynge that no worde thereof; bycause he wolde shewe no aba-shed corage, ye se tomorrowe, when ye ryse out of your bedde, the same shall for he was hardy to absde all adventures. "Thys noyne and tem- be 1.'-' That is sufficient,' quod the lorde. 'Go thy way; 1 gyve pest was in sundry places of the castell, and durid a long space, thee leave to departe for this nyght.' And the next momynge the and at length cessed for that nyght. Than the nexte mornynge, lord rose, and the ladye his wyle was so afrayd, that she durst all the servants of the house came to the lord, when he was risen, not ryse, but fayned herself sicke and sayd she wolde not ryge. and sayd, Sir, have you nat herde this night that we have done? | Her husband wolde have had her to have rysen. Siri' quod she, The lord dissembler, and sayd, 'No! Therd nothing-what have than I shall se Orthone, and I wolde not so him by my gode wille you herde?' Than they shewed him what noyse they hadde - Well,' quod the knyght, 'I wolde gladly se hym.' And so he herdo, and how alle the vessel in the kychen was overlowmed. aroge, fayre and easily, out of his bedde, and sat down on his Than the lord began to laugh, and sayd, 'Yea, sirs! ye dremed; bedde syde, wenying to bave seen Orthone in his own proper it was nothynge but the wynde.'-' In the name of God!' quod form; but he save nothynge wherbye he myghte say, 'Lo, yonder the ladye, i herde it well. The next nyght there was as great is Orthone.' So that day past, and the next night came, and when noyse and greatter, and suche strokes gyven at his chambre dore the knyght was in his bedde, Orthone came, and began to spoke, and windows, as alle shulde have broken in pieces. The knyghte as he was accustomed. 'Go thy waye,' quod the knyglit, thou starte up out of his bedde, and wolde not lette, to demaunde arte but a lyer; thou promysest that I shuld have se'ne the, and it

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was not so.'-No?' quod he, and I showed myself to the. he was answered by a yoyce that sayd, I am here! Quod the That is not so,' quod ihe lord. 'Why'mod Orthone, whan ye knyght, Who sent thee hyder ? — The clerk of Catelogne sent rose out of your bedde, sa we ye nothynge?' Than the lorde stume hyder,' quod the voice, to whom thou dost fret wrongo, for dyed a lyteli, and advysed himself well. Yes, truely, quod the thou hast taken from hym the ryghtes of his benetyce; I will nat knyght, now I remember me, us i sate on my bedde-wyde, thynkleave thee in rest tylle thou haste made hym a good accompte, so ing on thee, I sawe two strawes upon the pavement, tuinllynre that he be pleased.' Quod the knight. What is thy name, that one upon another. That same wusl.' quod Orthone, into that thou art so good a mersangere?' Quod he, 'Iam called Orthone.' fourme I dyd putte myself as than.'--'That is not enough to me," -- Orthone!' quod the knight, the servyce of a clerke is lytoll quod the lord; I pray thee putte thyselfe into some other fourme, protyto for thee. He wille putte thee to moche payne if thou be that I may better se and know thee.'- Well,' quod Oribone, ye leve hym. I pray thee leave hym, and come and serve me; and will do so muche, that ye will lose me, and I to go fro you, tor ye I shall give the goode thanke, Orthone was redy to aunswere, desyre to moch of me. - Nay,' quod the knyght, thou shalt not for he was inainous with the knyghte, and sayde, Woldest thou go fro me ; let me se the ones, and I will desyre no more.?fnyne have my servyce?'—' Yea, iruly,' quod the knyghte, .so Well,' quod Orthone, 'ye shall se me tomorrowe; take bede. thou do uo hurte to any persone in this house.:- No more I will the first thyng that ye se after ye bo out of your chamber, it shall do,' quod Orthone, for I have no power to do any other yvell, but be 1.'-' Well.' quod the knyght, I am than content. Go thy to awake thee out of thy slepe, or some other.'--'Well, quod the way, Jette me slepe.' And so Orthone departed, and the pert knyght,' do as I tell thee, and we shall soone agree, and leave the mornyng the lord arose, and yssued uute of his chambre, and yvill clerke, for there is no good thyng in him, but to put thee to went to a windowe, and looked downe into the courte of the caspayne : therefore, come and serve me.' - Well,' quod Orthone, tell, and cast about his eyen. And the tirste thing he same was a and sythe thou wilt have me, we are agreed.'

sowe, the greattest that ever he sawe; and she seemed to be so ". So this spyrite Orthone loved so the knight, that oftentymes leane and yvell-favoured, that there was nothyng on her but the he wold come and vyryte him, while he lay in his bedde aslepe, skynne and the bones, with long eares, and a long leane snout. and outher pull hin by the eare, or els stryke at his chambre dore The Lord of Corasse had marveyle of that leane sowe, and was or windowe. And, whan the knyght awoke, than he would saye, wery of the sighte of her, and commanded his men to fetch his Orthone, lat me slepe.'- Nay, quod Orthone, 'that I will nat houndes, and sayd, 'Let the dogzes fiunt her to dethe, and devour do, tyll I have shewed thee such tydinges as are fallen a late.' her.' His servants opened the kenells, and lette oule his troundes, The ladyo, the knyghtes wyfe, wolde be sore afrayed, that her and dyd sette them on this sowe. And, at the last, this sowe heer wald stand up, and byde herselt under the clothes. "Than the made a great crye, and looked up to the Lord of Corasse as he knyght wolile saye, Why, what tidynges has thou brought me?' looked out at a windowe, and so soduynely vanysbed awaye, no -Quod Orthone, I am come out of England, or out of Hungry, man wynte howe. Than the Lord of Corasse entred into his or some other place, and yesterday I came hens, and such things chambre, right pensyve, and than he remembered hym of Orthone, are tallen, or such other.' So thus the Lord of Corasse knewe, by his messangere, and sayd, 'I repent me that I set iny hounden on Orthone: every thing that was done in any part of the worlde. him. It is an adventure an I here any more of lym; for he rayd And in this case be contynued a fyve yere, and could not kepe his to me oftentymes, that if I dinpleased hym, I shulde lose hym.'. own counsayle, but at last discovered it to the Earl of Foiz. I The lord said t routhe, for never after he cam into the castell of shall shewe you howe.

Corasse, and also the knyght dyed the same yere next followinge. ". The first yere, the Lord of Corasse came on a day to Or. So, sir,' said the squyer,' thus have I shewed you the Isle tayse, to the Erle of Foiz, and swyd to him, 'Sir, such things are of Orthone, and howe, for a season, he served the Lord of Corasse done in England, or in Scotland, or in Almanze, or in any other with newe tidynyes. - It is true, sir,' said 1, but nowe, as to countrey.' And ever the Erle of Foiz bund his wayeing true, and your firste purpose: Is the Earl of Foiz served with suche an mea. had great marveyle how he shule knou suche things so shortly. sangereSurely,' quod the squyer, 'it is the ymagination of And, on a tyme, the Earl of Foiz examined him 50 straitly, that many, that he hath such mexsengers, for ther is nothinge done in the Lord of Corasse shewed hym alle toguyder howe he kneweit, any place, but and be setieliis myne thereto, he will knowe it, and howe he cane to hym firste. When the Erle of Foiz hard and whan men thynke leest thereof. And so dyd he, when the that he was joyfull, and said, Sir of Coraese, k po him well in coode knyghtes and squyors of this country were slayne in Por your love; I wolde I hedd suche an messunger; he costcth you tucale at Guberothe. Some saythe, the knowledge of such nothyne, and ye knowe by himn every thynge that is done in the thinges hath done him mochie profyle, for and there be but lie world. The knygbt answered, and sayd, 'Sir, that is true.' value of a spone lost in his house anóne he will know where it is.' Thus, the Lord of Corasse was served with Orthone a long season. So thus, then. I toke leave of the squyer, and went to other comI can nat saye if this Orthone hadde any more nasters or nat; wany; but I bare well away his tale "--BURCHIER'S Translabut every weke, twise or thrise, he wolde come and visit the iion of Froissart's Chromyce, vol. ii. chap. 37. Lord of Corasse, and wolde lewe hym such tidyngs of any thing * The circumstance of Lord Soulis having thrown the key over that was fallen fro whens lie came. And ever the Lord of Co- I his left shoulder and bid the fiend keep it till his return, is noted

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