344 VII. Yet, be it known, had bugles blown, Or sign of war been seen, Those bands, so fair together ranged, Those hands, so frankly interchanged, Had dyed with gore the green: The merry shout by Teviot-side Had sunk in war-cries wild and wide, And in the groan of death; * And whingers, now in friendship bare, Had found a bloody sheath. 'Twixt truce and war, such sudden change Was not infrequent, nor held strange, In the old Border-day t But yet on Branksome's towers and town, VIII. Loud hollo, whoop, or whistle ran, Give the shrill watchword of their clan ;+ IX. Less frequent heard, and fainter still, At length the various clamours died: Strong pales to shape, and beams to square, § Margaret from hall did soon retreat, For many a noble warrior strove With throbbing head and anxious heart, Sir Robert Carey, in his Memoirs, mentions a great meeting, appointed by the Scotch riders to be held at Kelso for the purpose of playing at foot-ball, but which terminated in an incursion upon England. At present, the foot-ball is often played by the inhabitants of adjacent parishes, or of the opposite banks of a stream. The victory is contested with the utmost fury, and very serious accidents have sometimes taken place in the struggle. Notwithstanding the constant wars upon the Borders, and the occasional cruelties which marked the mutual inroads, the inhabitants on either side do not appear to have regarded each other with that violent and personal animosity, which might have been expected. On the contrary, like the outposts of hostile armies, they often carried on something resembling friendly intercourse, even in the middle of hostilities; and it is evident, from various ordinances against trade and intermarriages, between English and Scottish Borderers, that the governments of both countries were jealous of their cherishing too intimate a connexion. Froissurt says of both nations, that " Englyshmen on the one party, and Scottes on the other party, are good men of ware; for when they meet, there is a harde fight without sparynge. There is no hoo [truce] between them, as long as spears, swords, axes, or daggers, will endure, but lay on eche upon uther; and whan they be well beaten, and that the one party hath obtained the victory, they then glorifye so in theyre dedes of armies, and are so joy full, that such as be taken they shall be ransomed, or that they go out of the felde; so that shortly eche of them is so content with other, that, at their departynge, curtyslye they will say, God thank you." -BERNER'S Froissart, vol. ii. p. 153. The Border meetings of truce, which, although places of merchandise and merriment, often witnessed the most bloody scenes, may serve to illustrate the description in the text. They are vividly pourtrayed in the old ballad of the Reidsquair. [See Minstrelsy, ante, p. 67.] Both parties came armed to a meeting of the wardens, yet they inter All in her lonely bower apart, In broken sleep she lay : Of all the hundreds sunk to rest, She gazed upon the inner court, Now still as death; till stalking slow,- But when he raised his plumed head- He walks through Branksome's hostile towers, She dared not sign, she dared not speak- His blood the price must pay! Not all the pearls Queen Mary wears, XII. Yet was his hazard small; for well But O! what magic's quaint disguise She started from her seat; While with surprise and fear she strove, And both could scarcely master loveLord Henry's at her feet. XIII. Oft have I mused, what purpose bad To bring this meeting round; And oft I've deem'd, perchance he thought And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight, "Then was there nought but bow and spear, mixed fearlessly and peaceably with each other in mutual sports and familiar intercourse, until a casual fray arose: In the 29th stanza of this canto, there is an attempt to express were led to regard their neighbours. some of the mixed feelings, with which the Borderers on each side I Patten remarks, with bitter censure, the disorderly conduct of the English Borderers, who attended the Protector Somerset on his expedition against Scotland. "As we wear then a setling, and the tents a setting up, among all things els commendable in our hole journey, one thing seemed to me an intollerable disorder and abuse: that whereas always, both in all tounes of war, and in all campes of armies, quietness and stillness, without noise, is, principally in the night, after the watch is set, observed, ( nede not reason why,) our northern prikers, the Borderers, notwith standyng, with great enormitie, (as thought me.) and not unlike (to be playn) unto a masterles hounde howlying in a hie way when he hath lost him he waited upon, sum hoopynge, sum whistlyng. and most with crying, A Berwyke! A Berwyke! A Fenwyke! A Fenwyke! A Bulmer! A Bulmer! or so ootherwise as theyr cap tains names wear, never lin'de these troublous and dangerous noyses all the nyghte longe. They said, they did it to find their captain and fellows; but if the souldiers of our oother countreys and sheres had used the same maner, in that case we should have oft tymes had the state of our campe more like the outrage of a a feat of war, in mine opinion, that might right well be left. I dissolute huntyng, than the quiet of a well ordered armye. It is could reherse causes (but yf I take it, they are better unspoken than uttred, unless the faut wear sure to be amended) that might shew thei move alweis more peral to our armie, but in their one nyght's so doynge, than they shew good service (as some sey) in $ [This line is not in the first Edition.1 a hoole vyage."-Apud DALZELL'S Fragments, p. 75. The heart of them that loved so well. Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; With dead desire it doth not die ; Now leave we Margaret and her Knight, Their warning blasts the bugles blew, The trooping warriors eager ran: Meantime full anxious was the Dame; XVI. When for the lists they sought the plain, Unarmed by her side he walk'd, And much, in courteous phrase, they talk'd His Bilboa blade, by Marchmen felt, XVII. Behind Lord Howard and the Dame, * In the first edition," the silver cord;"— A spark of that immortal fire With anz-la shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire," &c. A mattial piece of music, adapted to the bagpipes. It may be noticed that the late Lord Napier, the representative of the Scotts of Thirlestane, was Lord Lieutenant of Selkirkshire (of which the author was Sheriff depute) at the time when the poem was written; the competitor for the honour of supplying Deloraine's place was the poet's own ancestor.-Ed.) XVIII. Prize of the field, the young Buccleuch, On peril of his life; And not a breath the silence broke, Till thus the alternate herald spoke : XXII. 'Tis done, 'tis done! that fatal blow** § See Canto 3. Stanza xxii. This couplet was added in the 2d Edition.] "At the last words, with deadly blows, The ready warriors fiercely close."-Ed.] ** The whole scene of the duel, or judicial combat, is con ducted according to the strictest ordinances of chivalry, and de lineated with all the minuteness of an ancient romancer. The modern reader will probably find it rather tedious; all but the concluding stanzas, which are in a loftier measureTis done! 'tis done,' &c."-JEFFREY.] 346 Unfix the gorget's iron clasp, And smooth his path from earth to heaven! XXIII. In haste the holy Friar sped :- As through the lists he ran; Loose waved his silver beard and hair, He holds before his darkening eve; Still props him from the bloody sod, Unheard he prays;-the death-pang's o'er t Richard of Musgrave breathes no more. XXIV. As if exhausted in the fight, Or musing o'er the piteous sight, The silent victor stands; Mark'd not the shouts, felt not the grasp When lo! strange cries of wild surprise, Knew William of Deloraine! "And who art thou," they cried, "Who hast this battle fought and won?"His plumed helm was soon undoneCranstoun of Teviot-side! For this fair prize I've fought and won,"And to the Ladye led her son. This clasp of love our bond shall be; For this is your betrothing day, And all these noble lords shall stay, To grace it with their company." XXVII. All as they left the listed plain, But well she thought, ere midnight came, One day, fair maids, you'll know them well. XXVIII. William of Deloraine, some chance Though rude, and scant of courtesy; He ne'er bore grudge for stalwart blow, When on dead Musgrave he look'd down} Though half disguised with a frown; XXIX, Thou slew'st a sister's son to me; Of Naworth Castle, long months three, "The lands, that over Ouse to Berwick forth do hear, Cheer the dark blood-hound on his way, So mourn'd he, till Lord Dacre's band Was heard the Minstrel's plaintive wail; THE harp's wild notes, though hush'd the song, After due pause, they bade him tell, The Aged Harper, howsoe'er Less liked he still, that scornful jeer CANTO SIXTH. I. BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, This is my own, my native land! From wandering on a foreign strand! • The pursuit of Border marauders was followed by the injured party and his friends with blood-hounds and bugle hom, and was called the hot trod. He was entitled, if his dog could trace the reeat, to follow the invaders into the opposite kingdom; a priviJeze which often occasioned bloodshed. In addition to what has been said of the blood-hound, I may add, that the breed was kept up by the Buccleuch family on their Border estates till within the 18th century. A person was alive within the memory of man, who remembered a blood-hound being kept at Eldinhope, in Ettrick Forest, for whose maintenance the tenant had an allowance of meal. At that time the sheep were always watched at night. Upon one occasion, when the duty had fallen on the narrator, then a lad, he became exhausted with fatigue, and fell asleep upon a bank near sun-rising. Suddenly he was awakened by the tread of horses, and saw five men, well mounted and armed, ride briskly over the edge of the hill. They stopped and looked at the flock; but the day was too far broken to admit the chance of their carrying any of them off. One of them, in spite, leaped from his horse, and coming to the shepherd, seized him by the belt he wore round his waist; and, setting his foot upon his body, pulled it till it broke, and carried it away with him. They rode off at the gallop; and, the shepherd giving the alarm, the blood-hound was turned loose, and the people in the neighbourhood alarmed. I Despite those titles, power, and pelf, II. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, That knits me to thy rugged strand! Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's streams still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way; Not scorn'd like me! to Branksome Hall They sound the pipe, they strike the string, IV. Me lists not at this tide declare The splendour of the spousal rite, How muster'd in the chapel fair Both maid and matron, squire and knight; Me lists not tell of owches rare, Of mantles green, and braided hair, And kirtles furr'd with miniver; What plumage waved the altar round, How spurs and ringing chainlets sound: And hard it were for bard to speak The changeful hue of Margaret's cheek; That lovely hue which comes and flies, As awe and shame alternate rise! V. Some bards have sung, the Ladye high The marauders, however, escaped, notwithstanding a sharp pursuit This circumstance serves to show Low very long the license of the Borderers continued in some degree to manifest itself. [The style of the old romancers has been very successfully imitated in the whole of this scene; and the speech of Deloraine, who, roused from his bed of sickness, rushes into the lists, and apostrophizes his fallen enemy, brought to our recollection, as well from the peculiar turn of expression in its commencement as in the tone of sentiments which it conveys, some of the funebres orationes of the Mort Arthur."-Critical Review.) : [The line "Still lay my head," &c., was not in the first edltion.-ED.] $ Popular belief, though contrary to the doctrines of the Church, made a favourable distinction betwixt magicians, and necromancers, or wizards; the former were supposed to command the evil spirits, and the latter to serve, or at least to be in league and compact with, those enemies of mankind. The arts of subjecting the demons were manifold; sometimes the fiends were actually swindled by the magicians, as in the case of the bargain betwixt one of their number and the poet Virgil. The classical reader will doubtless be curious to peruse this anecdote : O'er sprites in planetary hour: The Ladye by the altar stood, And on her head a crimson hood, The spousal rites were ended soon: The priest had spoke his benison. For, from the lofty balcony, Rung trumpet, shalm, and psaltery: "Virgilius was at scole at Tolenton, where he stodyed dyly gently, for he was of great understandynge. Upon a tyme, the scolers had lycense to go to play and sporte them in the fyldes, after the usance of the old tyme. And there was also Virgilius therebye, also walkynge among the hylles alle about. It fortuned he spyed a great hole in the syde of a great hyll, wherein he went so depe, that he culd not see no more lyght; and than he went & lytell farther therein, and than he saw some lyght agayne, and than he went fourth streyghte, and within a lytell wyle after he herd a voyce that called, Virgilius! Virgilius ! and looked aboute, and he colde nat see no body. Than sayd he, (i. e. the voice,) Virgilius, see ye not the lytyll borde lying bysyde you there marked with that word?' Than answered Virgilius, 'I see that borde well anough.' The voyce said, 'Doo awaye that borde, and lette me out there atte.' Than answered Virgilius to the voice that was under the lytell borde, and said, 'Who art thou that callest me so? Than answered the devyll. I am a devyll conjured out of the bodye of a certeyne man, and banysshed here tyll the day of judgmend, without that I be delyvered by the handes of men. Thus, Virgilius. I pray the, delyver me out of this payn, and I shall shewe unto the many bokes of negromancye, and how thou shalt come by it lyghtly, and know the practice therein, that no man in the scyence of negromancye shall passe the. And moreover, I shall shewe and enforme the so, that thou shalt have alle thy desyre, whereby methinke it is a great gyfte for so lytyll a doyng. For ye may also thus all your power frendys helpe, and make ryche your enemyes.' Thorough that great promyse was Virgilius tempted; he badde the fynd show the bokes to hym, that he might have and occupy them at his wyll; and so the fynde shewed him. And than Virgilius pulled open a borde, and there was a lytell hole, and thereat wrang the devyll out like a yell, and cam and stode before Virgilius lyke a bygge man; whereof Virgilius was astonied and marveyfed greatly thereof, that so great a man myght come out at so lytyll a hole. Than sayd Virgilius, Shulde ye well passe into the hole that ye cam out of '-Yea, I shall well,' said the devyl-'I holde the best plegge that I have, that ye shall not do it. Well,' sayd the devyll, thereto I consent.' And than the devyll wrange himselfe into the lytell hole ageyne; and as he was therein, Virgilius kyvered the hole ageyne with the borde close, and so was the devyll begyled, and myght nat there come out agen, but abydeth shytte styll therein. Than called the devyll dredefully to Virgilius, and said, What have ye done, Virgilius -Virgilius answered, Abyde there styll to your day appointed; and fro thens forth abydeth he there. And so Virgilius became very connynge in the practyse of the black scyence." This story may remind the reader of the Arabian tale of the Fisherman and the imprisoned Genie; and it is more than probable, that many of the marvels narrated in the life of Virgil, are of Oriental extraction. Among such I am disposed to reckon the following whimsical account of the foundation of Naples, containing a curious theory concerning the origin of the earthquakes with which it is afflicted. Virgil, who was a person of gallantry, had, it seems, carried off the daughter of a certain Soldan, and was anxious to secure his prize. To ladies fair, and ladies smiled. The hooded hawks, high perch'd on beam, VII. The Goblin Page, omitting still Strove now, while blood ran hot and high, Till Conrad, Lord of Wolfenstein, Whom men called Dickon Draw-the-sword. Hunthill had driven these steeds away. Then Howard, Home, and Douglas rose, But bit his glove, and shook his head. A fortnight thence, in Inglewood, Stout Conrade, cold, and drench'd in blood, eth it still. And when the egge styrreth, so shulde the towne of Napells quake; and whan the egge brake, than shulde the towne sinke. Whan he had made an ende, he lette call it Napelis." This appears to have been an article of current belief during the middle ages, as appears from the statutes of the order Du Saint Esprit au droit desir, instituted in 1352. A chapter of the knights is appointed to be held annually at the Castle of the Enchanted Egg, near the grotto of Virgil.-MONTFAUCON, vol. ii. p. 329. A merlin, or sparrow-hawk, was actually carried by ladies of rank, as a falcon was, in time of peace, the constant attendant of a knight or baron. See LATHAM on Falconry.-Godscroft relates, that when Mary of Lorraine was regent, she pressed the Earl of Angus to admit a royal garrison into his Castle of Tantallon. To this he returned no direct answer; but, as if apostrophizing a goss-hawk, which sat on his wrist, and which he was feeding during the Queen's speech, he exclaimed, "The devil's in this greedy glede, she will never be full."-HUME'S History of the House of Douglas, 1743, vol. ii. p. 131. Barclay complains of the common and indecent practice of bringing hawks and hounds into churches. The peacock, it is well known, was considered, during the times of chivalry, not merely as an exquisite delicacy, but as a dish of peculiar solemnity. After being roasted, it was again decorated with its plumage, and a sponge, dipped in lighted spints of wine, was placed in its bill. When it was introduced on days of grand festival, it was the signal for the adventurous knights to take upon them vows to do some deed of chivalry, "before the peacock and the ladies." 1 The boar's head was also a usual dish of feudal splendour: Scotland it was sometimes surrounded with little banners, dis playing the colours and achievements of the baron at whose board it was served.-PINKERTON'S History, vol. i. p. 432. $ There are often flights of wild swans upon St. Mary's Lake, at the head of the river Yarrow.* The Rutherfords of Hunthill were an ancient race of Border Lairds, whose names occur in history, sometimes as defending the frontier against the English, sometimes as disturbing the peace of their own country. Dickon Draw-the sword was son to the ancient warrior, called in tradition the Cock of Hunthill, remarkable for leading into battle nine sons, gallant warriors, all sons of the aged champion. Mr. Rutherford, late of New York, in a letter to the editor, soon after these songs were first published, quoted, when upwards of eighty years old, a ballad apparently the same with the Raid of the Reidsquare, but which apparently is lost, except the following lines: "Baul Rutherfurd he was fu' stout, To bite the thumb, or the glove, seems not to have been con sidered, upon the Border, as a gesture of contempt, though so used by Shakspeare, but as a pledge of mortal revenge. It is yet remembered, that a young gentleman of Teviotdale, on the morning after a hard drinking bout, observed that he had bitten his glove. He instantly demanded of his companion, with whom be had quarrelled? and learning that he had had words with one of the party, insisted on instant satisfaction, asserting, that though he remembered nothing of the dispute, yet he was sure he never would have hit his glove unless he had received some unpardona Than he thought in his mynde how he myghte marye hyr, and thought in his mynde to founde in the middes of the see a fayer towne, with great landes belongynge to it; and so he did by his cunnynge, and called it Napells. And the fandagyon of it was of egges, and in that town of Napells he made a tower with iiiible insult. He fell in the duel, which was fought near Selkirk corners, and in the toppe he set an apell upon an yron yarde, and in 1721. no man culde pull away that apell without he brake it; and thoroughe that yren set he a bolte, and in that bolte set he a egge. And he henge the apell by the stauk upon a cheyne, and so hang. ⚫ [See Wordsworth's Yarrow Visited, "The Swan on still St. Mary's Lake Floats double, Swan and shadow."-Ed] |