384 Poor wretch! the mother that him bare, Soon change the form that best we know— And blanch at once the hair; And want can quench the eye's bright grace; More deeply than despair. Lord Marmion then his boon did ask; To fair Saint Andrews bound, Sung to the billows' sound;§ * [MS.-" Hard toil can alter form and face, roughen youthful grace, quench the eyes of grace."] And want can (dim [MS.-"Happy whom none such woes befall."] MS.-" So he would ride with morning tide."] St. Regulus, (Scottice, St. Rule,) a monk of Patræ, in Achaia, warned by a vision, is said, A D. 370, to have sailed westward until he landed at St. Andrews, in Scotland, where he founded a chapel and tower. The latter is still standing; and, though we may doubt the precise date of its foundation, is certainly one of the most ancient edifices in Scotland. A cave, nearly fronting the ruinous castle of the Archbishops of St. Andrews, bears the name of this religious person. It is difficult of access; and the rock in which it is hewed is washed by the German ocean. It is nearly round, about ten feet in diameter, and the same in height, On one side is a sort of stone altar; on the other an aperture into an inner den, where the miserable ascetic, who inhabited this dwelling, probably slept. At full tide egress and regress are hardly practicable. As Regulus first colonized the metropolitan see of Scotland, and converted the inhabitants in the vicinity, he has some reason to complain, that the ancient name of Killrule, (Cella Reguli) should have been superseded, even in favour of the tutelar saint of Scotland. The reason of the change was, that St. Rule is said to have brought to Scotland the relics of St. Andrew. St. Fillan was a Scottish saint of some reputation. Although popery is, with us, matter of abomination, yet the common people still retain some of the superstitions connected with it. There are, in Perthshire, several wells and springs dedicated to St. Fillan, which are still places of pilgrimage and offerings, even among the protestants. They are held powerful in cases of madness; and, in some of very late occurrence, lunatics have been left all night bound to the holy stone, in confidence that the saint would cure and unloose them before morning. TIMS. The cup pass'd round among the rest."] **IMS." Soon died the merry wassel roar."] "In Catholic countries, in order to reconcile the pleasures of the great with the observances of religion, it was common, when a party was bent for the chase, to celebrate mass, abridged and maimed of its rites, called a hunting-mass, the brevity of which was designed to correspond with the impatience of the audience."-Note to The Abbot." Neo Edit.j IMS." Slow they roll'd forth upon the air."] $5 See a note to the Border Minstrelsy, ante. 234.] Ettrick Forest, now a range of mountainous sheep-walks, was anciently reserved for the pleasure of the royal chase. Since it was disparked, the wood has been, by degrees, almost totally de The minstrels ceased to sound. Soon in the castle nought was heard, But the slow footstep of the guard, Pacing his sober round. XXXI. With early dawn Lord Marmion rose: Lord Marmion's bugles blew to horse; No point of courtesy was lost; And hid its turrets hoar; INTRODUCTION TO CANTO II. THE Scenes are desert now, and bare, Yon thorn-perchance whose prickly spears Yon lonely thorn, would he could tell stroyed, although, wherever protected from the sheep, copses soon arise without any planting. When the king hunted there, be often summoned the array of the country to meet and assist his sport. Thus, in 1528, James V. made proclamation to all lords, barons, gentlemen, landwardmen, and freeholders. that they should compear at Edinburgh, with a month's victuals, to pass with the king where he pleased, to danton the thieves of Teviotdale, Annandale, Liddesdale, and other parts of that country; and also warned all gentlemen that had good dogs, to bring them, that he might hunt in the said country, as he pleased: The whilk the Earl of Argyle, the Earl of Huntley, the Earl of At hole, and so all the rest of the gentlemen of the highlands, did, and brought their hounds with them in like manner to hunt with the king, as he pleased. The second day of June the king passed out of Edinburgh to the hunting, with many of the nobles and gentlemen of Scotland with him, to the number of twelve thousand men; and then passed to Meggitland, and hounded and hawked all the country and bounds: that is to say, Crammat. Pappert-law, St. Mary-laws, Carlavirick, Chapel, Ewindoores, and Longhope. I heard say, he slew, in these bounds, eighteen score of harts."* These huntings had, of course, a military character, and attendance upon them was a part of the duty of a vassal. The act for abolishing ward, or military tenures, in Scotland, enumerates the services of hunting, hosting, watching, and warding, as those which were in future to be illegal. Taylor, the water-poet, has given an account of the mode in which these huntings were conducted in the highlands of Scotland, in the seventeenth century, having been present at Bræmar upon such an occasion: There did I find the truly noble and right honourable lords, John Erskine, Earl of Mar; James Stewart, Earl of Murray; George Gordon, Earl of Engye, son and heir to the Marquis of Huntley, James Erskine. Earl of Buchan; and John, Lord Ers kine, son and heir to the Earl of Mar, and their countesses, with my much honoured, and my last assured and approved friend, Sir William Murray, knight of Abercarney, and hundreds of others, knights, esquires, and their followers; all and every man, in general, in one habit, as if Lycurgus had been there, and made laws of equality: for once in the year, which is the whole month of August, and sometimes part of September, many of the nobi lity and gentry of the kingdom (for their pleasure) do come into these highland countries to hunt: where they do conform themselves to the habit of the highland-men, who, for the most part, speak nothing but Irish: and, in former time, were those people which were called the Red-shanks. Their habit is-shoes, with but one sole a-piece; stockings, (which they call short hose,) • Pitscottie's History of Scotland, folio edition, p. 143. The changes of his parent dell,* "Here, in my shade," methinks he'd say, Of such proud huntings, many tales made of a warm stuff of diverse colours, which they call tartan: as for breeches, many of them, nor their forefathers, never wore any, but a jerkin of the same stuff that their hose is of; their garters being bands or wreaths of hay, or straw; with a plaid about their shoulders; which is a mantle of diverse colours, much finer and lighter stuff than their hose: with blue flat caps on their heads; a handkerchief, knit with two knots, about their necks: and thus are they attired. Now their weapons are-long bowes and forked arrows, swords, and targets; harquebusses, muskets, durks, and Lochaber axes. With these arms I found many of them armed for the hunting. As for their attire, any man, of what degree soever, that comes amongst them, must not disdain to wear it; for if they do, then they will disdain to hunt, or willingly to bring in their dogs; but if men be kind unto them, and be in their habit, then are they conquered with kindness, and the sport will be plentiful. This was the reason that I found so many noblemen and gentlemen in those shapes. But to proceed to the bunting: My good lord of Marr having put me into that shape, I rode with him from his house, where I saw the ruins of an old castle, called the castle of Kindroghit. It was built by King Malcolm Canmore. (for a hunting house,) who reigned in Scotland, when Edward the Confessor, Harold, and Norman William, reigned in England. I speak of it, because it was the last house I saw in those parts; for I was the space of twelve days after, before I saw either house, cornfield, or habitation for any creature, but deer, wild horses, wolves, and such like creatures-which made me doubt that I should never have seen a house again. "Thus, the first day, we travelled eight miles, where there were small cottages, built on purpose to lodge in, which they call Longunards. I thank my good Lord Erskine, he commanded that I should always be lodged in his lodging: the kitchen being always on the side of a bank: many kettles and pots boiling, and many spita turning and winding, with great variety of cheer,-as venison baked; sodden, rost, and stewed beef; mutton, goats, kid, hares, fresh salmon, pigeons, hens, capons, chickens, partridges, muir-coots, heathcocks, caperkellies, and termagants; good ale, sacke, white and claret, tent, (or allegant,) with most potent aquavitæ. "All these, and more than these, we had continually in superfluous abundance, caught by falconers, fowlers, fishers, and brun-ht by my lord's tenants and purveyors to victual our camp, which consisteth of fourteen or fifteen hundred men and horses. The manner of the hunting is this: Five or six hundred men do nee early in the morning, and they do disperse themselves divers ways, and seven, eight, or ten miles' compass they do bring, or chase in the deer, in many herds, (two, three, or four hundred in a herd) to such or such a place as the noblemen shall appoint VOL. I.-2 W Up pathless Ettrick, and on Yarrow, And she is gone, whose lovely face them; then, when day is come, the lords and gentlemen of their companies do ride or go to the said places, sometimes wading up to the middles, through burns and rivers; and then, they boing come to the place, do lie down on the ground, till those aforesaid scouts, which are called the Tinkhell, do bring down the deer; but as the proverb says of a bad cook, so these tinkhellmen do lick their own fingers; for, besides their bows and arrows, which they carry with them, we can hear, now and then, a har quebuss or a musket go off, which they do seldom discharge in vain. Then, after we had staid there hree aours, or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us, (their heads making a show like a wood,) which, being followed close by the tinkhell, are chased down into the valley where we lay; then all the valley, on each side, being way-laid with a hundred couple of strong Irish greyhounds, they are all let loose, as occasion serves, upon the herd of deer, that, with dogs, guns, arrows, dirks, and daggers, in the space of two hours, fourscore fat deer were slain; which after are disposed of, some one way, and some another, twenty and thirty miles, and more than enough left for us to make merry withal, at our rendezvous.” *["The second epistle opens again with chance and change but it cannot be denied that the mode in which it is introduced is new and poetical. The comparison of Ettrick Forest, now open and naked, with the state in which it once was-covered with wood, the favourite resort of the royal hunt, and the refuge of daring outlaws-leads the poet to imagine an ancient thorn gifted with the powers of reason, and relating the various scenes which it has witnessed during a period of three hundred years. A melancholy train of fancy is naturally encouraged by the idea." -Monthly Review.] + Mountain-ash. [MS.-"How broad the ash his shadows flung, How to the rock the rowan clung."] [See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel.] $ Slowhound. The tale of the outlaw Murray, who held out Newark Castle and Ettrick Forest against the king, may be found in the "Border Minstrelsy 31 In the Macfarlane MS., among other causes of James the Fifth's charter to the burgh of Selkirk, is mentioned, that the citizens assisted him to suppress this dangerous outlaw. TIA seat of the Duke of Buccleuch on the Yarrow, in Ettrick Forest. See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel.] ** [Mr. Marriott was governor to the young nobleman here alJuded to, George Henry, Lord Scott, son to Charles, Earl of Dalkeith, (afterwards Duke of Buccleuch and Queensberry,) who died early, in 1808.] The four next lines on Harriet, Countess of Dalkeith, afterwards Duchess of Buccleuch, were not in the original MS.} Yet blesses, ere she deals their bread, From Yair-which hills so closely bind, When, musing on companions gone, Deep in each gentler heart impressed. Thou know'st it well,- -nor fen, nor sedge, And just a trace of silver sand¶ Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view ;** [The late Alexander Pringle, Esq. of Whytbank-whose beautiful seat of the Yair stands on the Tweed, about two miles below Ashestiel, the then residence of the poet.] [The sons of Mr. Pringle of Whytbank.] Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare, Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell; And silence aids-though the steep hills Nought living meets the eye or ear, If age had tamed the passions' strife,++ On the broad lake, and mountain's side, That Wizard Priest's, whose bones are thrust On which no sunbeam ever shines (So superstition's creed divines,) Thence view the lake, with sullen roar, Heave her broad billows to the shore; And mark the wild swans mount the gale, Spread wide through mist their snowy sail,¶¶ And ever stoop again, to lave Their bosoms on the surging wave; It ated on the eastern side of the lake, to which it gives name. was injured by the clan of Scott, in a feud with the Cranstouns ; but continued to be a place of worship during the seventeenth century. The vestiges of the building can now scarcely be traced: There is, on a high mountainous ridge above the farm of but the burial ground is still used as a cemetery. A funeral, in a Ashestiel, a fosse called Wallace's Trench. Near the lower extremity of the lake, are the ruins of Dryhope tower, the birth place of Mary Scott, daughter of Philip Scott of Dryhope, and famous by the traditional name of the Flower of Yarrow. She was married to Walter Scott of Harden, no less renowned for his depredations, than his bride for her beauty. Her romantic appellation was, in latter days, with equal justice, conferred on Miss Mary Lilias Scott, the last of the elder branch of the Harden family. The author well remembers the talent and spirit of the latter Flower of Yarrow, though age had then injured the charms which procured her the name. The words usually sung to the air of "Tweed side," beginning "What beauties does Flora disclose," were composed in her honour. ¶ [MS.—" At once upon the silent silver brink; And just a line of pebbly sand."] **[MS.-"Far traced upon the lake you view The hills' sides and sombre hue."] {bare + The chapel of St. Mary of the Lowes, (de lacubus) was situ spot so very retired, has an uncommonly striking effect. The vestiges of the chaplain's house are yet visible. Being in a high situation, it commanded a full view of the lake, with the opposite mountain of Bourhope, belonging, with the lake itself, to Lord Napier. On the left hand is the tower of Dryhope, mentioned in a preceding note. ["A few of the lines which follow breathe as true a spirit of peace and repose, as even the simple strains of our venerable Walton."-Monthly Review.] $$ ["And may at last my weary age To something like prophetic strain."-Il Penseroso } At one corner of the burial ground of the demolished chapel, but without its precincts, is a small mound called Binram's corse, where tradition deposits the remains of a necromantic priest, the former tenant of the chaplainry. His story much resembles that of Ambrosio in the "Monk," and has been made the theme of a ballad, by my friend Mr. James Hogg, more poetically designed the Ettrick Shepherd. To his volume entitled the "Mountain Bard," which contains this and many other legendary stories and ballads of great merit, I refer the curious reader. TI [MS.-"Spread through broad mist their snowy sail."] Then, when against the driving hail, And thought the Wizard Priest was come, To frame him fitting shape and strange, But chief, 'twere sweet to think such life, And deem each hour, to musing given, Yet him, whose heart is ill at ease And my black Palmer's choice had been Like that which frowns round dark Loch-skene.t Where, deep, deep, down, and far within, Marriott, thy harp, on Isis strung, CANTO SECOND. THE CONVENT. I. Tax breeze, which swept away the smoke, [MS.-"Till fancy wild had all her sway."] A mountain lake, of considerable size, at the head of the Mof fat water. The character of the scenery is uncommonly savage; and the earn, or Scottish eagle, has, for many ages, built its nest yearly upon an islet in the lake. Loch-skene discharges itself into a brook, which, after a short and precipitate course, falls from a cataract of immense height and gloomy grandeur, called, from its appearance, the "Grey Mare's Tail." The Giant's Grave," afterwards mentioned, is a sort of trench, which bears that name, a httle way from the foot of the cataract. It has the appearance of a battery designed to command the pass. $(See various ballads by Mr. Marriott, in the Border Minstrelsy.] The abbey of Whitby, in the Archdeaconry of Cleaveland, on the coast of Yorkshire, was founded A, D. 657, in consequence of a vow of Oswy, king of Northumberland. It contained both monks and nuns of the Benedictine order: but, contrary to what was usual in such establishments, the abbess was superior to the aboot. The monastery was afterwards ruined by the Danes, and rebuilded by William Percy in the reign of the conqueror. There were no nuns there in Henry the Eighth's time, nor long before t. The ruins of Whitby Abbey are very magnificent. 'Twas sweet to see these holy maids, One eyed the shrouds and swelling sail, One at the rippling surge grew pale, Then shrieked, because the sea-dog, nigh, And one would still adjust her veil, III. The abbess was of noble blood, Or knew the world that she forsook. Nor knew the influence of her eye. Lindisfarn, an isle on the coast of Northumberland, was called Holy Island, from the sanctity of its ancient monastery, and from its having been the episcopal seat of the see of Durham during the early ages of British Christianity. A succession of holy men held that office: but their merits were swallowed up in the superior fame of St. Cuthbert, who was sixth bishop of Durham, and who bestowed the name of his "patrimony" upon the extensive property of the see. The ruins of the monastery upon Holy Island betoken great antiquity. The arches are, in general, strictly Saxon; and the pillars which support them, short, strong, and massy. In some places, however, there are pointed windows, which indicate that the building has been repaired at a period long subsequent to the original foundation. The exterior ornaments of the building being of a light sandy stone, have been wasted, as described in the text. Lindisfarn is not properly an island, but rather, as the venerable Bede has termed it, a semi-isle: for, although surrounded by the sea at full tide, the ebb leaves the sands dry between it and the opposite coast of Northumberland, from which it is about three miles distant. ** [MS.-"'Twas she that gave her ample dower... 'Twas she, with carving rare and quaint, Who deck'd the chapel of the saint."] And gave the relique-shrine of cost, IV. Black was her garb, her rigid rule Had early quenched the light of youth, V. ; Nought say I here of sister Clare, She sate upon the galley's prow, She saw them not-'twas seeming all- VII. Lovely, and gentle, and distressed- The shaggy monarch of the wood, Oft put the lion's rage to shame; Had practised, with her bowl and knife, This crime was charged 'gainst those who lay VIII. And now the vessel skirts the strand They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods [See the notes on Chevy Chase.-PERCY's Reliques.] At Coquet-isle their beads they tell Thy tow'r, proud Bamborough, mark'd they there, IX. The tide did now its flood-mark gain, X. In Saxon strength that abbey frowned, On ponderous columns, short and low, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, To emulate in stone. On the deep walls, the heathen Dane Which could twelve hundred years withstand Showed where the spoiler's hand had been ; Not but the wasting sea-breeze keen Soon as they neared his turrets strong, Down to the haven of the Isle, From Cuthbert's cloisters grim; |