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Thou couldst not live to see her beam

One with our feelings and our powers, For ever quenched in Jena's stream.

And rather part of us than ours; Lamented Chief!-It was not given

Or whether fitlier termed the sway To thee to change the doom of heaven,

Of habit, formed in early day? And crush that dragon in its birth,

Howe'er derived, its force confessed Predestined scourge of guilty earth.

Rules with despotic sway the breast, Lamented Chief!--not thine the power,

And drags us on by viewless chain, To save in that presumptuous hour,

While taste and reason plead in vain. When Prussia hurried to the field,

Look east, and ask the Belgian why, And snatched the spear, but left the shield!

Beneath Batavia's sultry sky, Valour and skill 'twas thine to try,

He seeks not, eager to inhale, And, tried in vain, 'twas thine to die.

The freshness of the mountain gale, Ill had it seemed thy silver hair

Content to rear his whitened wall The last, the bitterest pang to share,

Beside the dank and dull canal ? For princedoms reft, and scutcheons riven,

He'll say, from youth he loved to see And birthrights to usurpers given ;

The white sail gliding by the tree. Thy lands, thy children's wrongs to feel,

Or see yon weather-beaten hind, And witness woes thou could'st not heal!

Whose sluggish herds before him wind, On thee relenting Heaven bestows

Whose tattered plaid and rugged cheek For honoured life an honoured close ;*

His northern clime and kindred speak; And when revolves, in time's sure change,

Through England's laughing meads he goes The hour of Germany's revenge,

And England's wealth around him flows; When, breathing fury for her sake,

Ask, if it would content him well, Some new Arminius shall awake,

At ease in those gay plains to dwell, Her champion, ere he strike, shall come

Where hedge-rows spread a verdant screen To whet his sword on Brunswick's tomb.

And spires and forests intervene, Or of the Red-Cross herot teach,

And the neat cottage peeps between ? Dauntless in dungeon as on breach:

No! not for these will he exchange Alike to him the sea, the shore,

His dark Lochaber's boundless range; The brand, the bridle, or the oar :

Not for fair Devon's meads forsake
Alike to him the war that calls

Bennevis gray and Garry's lake.
Its votaries to the shattered walls,
Which the grim Turk, besmeared with blood,
Against the invincible made good;

Thus while I ape the measure wild
Or that, whose thundering voice could wake

Of tales that charmed me yet a child, The silence of the polar lake,

Rude though they be, still with the chime When stubborn Russ, and metall'd Swede,

Return the thoughts of early time; On the warped wave their death-game played ;

And feelings, roused in life's first day, Or that, where vengeance and affright

Glow in the line, and prompt the lay. Howled round the father of the fight,

Then rise those crags, that mountain tower, Who snatched, on Alexandria's sand,

Which charmed my faney's wakening hour. ! The conqueror's wreath with dying hand.

Though no broad river swept along,

To claim, perchance, heroic song; "Or, if to touch such chord be thine, Restore the ancient tragic line,

Though sighed no groves in summer gale, And emulate the notes that rung

To prompt of love a softer tale; From the wild harp, which silent hung,

Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed By silver Avon's holy shore,

Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed; Till twice a hundred years rolled o'er;

Yet was poetic impulse given, When she, the bold enchantress, came, s

By the green hill and clear blue heaven. With fearless hand and heart on flame!

It was a barren scene, and wild,

Where naked cliffs were rudely piled :
From the pale willow snatched the treasure,
And swept it with a kindred measure,

But ever and anon between
Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove

Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green: With Montfort's hate and Basil's love,

And well the lonely infant knew

Recesses where the wall flower grew,
Awakening at the inspired strain,
Deemed their own Shakspeare lived again.”

And honey-suckle loved to crawl

Up the low crag and ruined wall.
Thy friendship thus thy judgment wronging, I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade
With praises, not to me belonging,

The sun in all its round surveyed;
In task more meet for mightiest powers,

And sull I thought that shattered towertt Would'st thou engage my thriftless hours.

The mightiest work of human power; But say, my Erskine, hast thou weighed

And marvelled, as the aged hind That secret power by all obeyed,

With some strange tale bewitched my mind, Which warps not less the passive mind,

Of forayers, who, with headlong force, Its source concealed or undefined;

Down from that strength had spurred their horse, Whether an impulse, that has birth

Their southern rapine to renew, Soon as the infant wakes on earth,

Far in the distant Cheviot's blue, * (MS.-" For honour'd life an honourd close

The young disease, that must sullue at length,
The boon which falling heroes crave,

Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
A soldier's death, a warrior's gruve.

So, cast and mingled with his very frame.
Or if, with more exulting swell,

The Mind's disease, its RULING PASSION came
Of conqucring chiefs thou lovest to tell,

Each vital humour which should feed the wbole,
Give to the harp an unheard strain,

Soon flows to this, in body and in soul :
And sing the triumphs of the main-

Whatever warms the heart, or tills the head,
of him the Red Cross hero teach,

As the mind opeor, and its functions spread,
Dauntless on Acre's bloody breach,

Imagination plies her dangerous art,
And, scorner of tyrannic power,

And pours it all upon the peccant part.
As dauntless in the Temple's tower:

" Naturo its mother, Habit is its nuren;
Alike to him the sea, the shore,

Wit, Spirit, Faculties, but make it worse
The brand, the bridle, or the oar,

Reason itself but gives it edge and power;
The general's eye, the pilot's art,

As Heaven's blest beam turns vinegar more cour," &c.
The soldier's arm, the sailor's heart.

POPE's Essay on Man.) Or if to touch such chord be thine," &c.] (Sir Sidney Smith.)

11 (MS.--"'The loncly hill, the rocky tower, 1 [Sir Ralph Abercromby.)

That caught attention's wakening hour.") $ Joanna Baillie

** (MS. -" Recenses where the 1000dbine grew."} ("As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,

11 (Smailholın Tower, in Borwickshire, the scene of the Air Receives the lurking principle of death;

thor's intancy, is situated about two miles from Dryburgh Abbey]

And, home returning, filled the hall

By glen and streamlet winded still, With revel, wassel-rout, and brawl.*

Where stunted birches hid the rill. Methought that still with trump and clang, They might not choose the lowland road, ** The gaie-way's broken arches rang;

For the Merse forayers were abroad, Methought grim features, seamed with scars, Who, fired with hate and thirst of prey, Glared through the window's rusty bars,

Had scarcely failed to bar their way. And ever, by the winter hearth,

Oft on the trappling band, from crown Old tales I heard of wo or mirih,

Of some tall clitt, the deer looked down; Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms,

On wing of jet, from his repose Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms;

In the deep heath, the black-cock rose ; Of patriot bailles, won of old

Sprung from the gorse the timid roe, By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold;

Nor waited for the bending bow; of later fields of feud and fight,

And when the stony path began, When, pouring from their highland height,

By which the naked peak they wan, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway,

Up flew the snowy ptarmigan. Had swept the scarlet ranks away.

The noon had long been passed before While stretched at length upon the floor,t

They gained the height of Lammermoor ;ft Again I fought each combat o'er,

Thence winding down the northern way. Pebbles and shells, in order laid,

Before them, at the close of day,
The mimic ranks of war displayed;

Old Gifford's towers and hamlet lay.11
And onward still the Scottish líon bore,
And still the scattered Southron fled before. I

Sull, with vain fondness, could I trace,

No summons calls them to the tower, Anew, each kind familiar face,

To spend the hospitable hour. That brightened at our evening fire!

To Scotland's camp the lord was gone; From the thatched mansion's gray-haired sire, s

His cautious dame, in bower alone, Wire without learning, plain and good,,

Dreaded her castle to unclose, And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood;

So late, to unknown friends or foes. Whose eye, in age, quick, clear, and keen,

On through the hamlet as they paced, Showed what in youth its glance had been;

Before a porch, whose front was graced Whose doom discording neighbours sought,

With bush and flagon trimly placed, Content with equity unbought;ll

Lord Marmion drew his rein: To him the venerable priest,

The village inn seemed large, though rude :$$ Our frequent and familiar guest,

Its cheerful fire and hearty food Whose life and manners well could paint

Might well relieve his train. Alike the student and the saint ;|

Down from their seais the horsemen sprung Alas! whose speech too oft I broke

With jingling spurs the court-yard rung; With gambol rude and timeless joke:

They bind their horses to the stall, For I was wayward, bold, and wild,

For forage, food, and firing call, A self-willed imp, a grandame's child;

And various clamour fills the hall: But half a plague, and half a jest,

Weighing the labour with the cost, Was still endured, beloved, caress’d.

Toils every where the bustling host.
From me, thus nurtured, dost thou ask

The classic poet's well-conned task ?
Nay, Erskine, nay-on the wild hill

Soon, by the chimney's merry blaze,
Let the wild heathbell flourish still;

Through the rude hostel might you gaze; Cherish the tulip, prune the vine,

Might see, where, in dark nook aloof,

The rafters of the sooty roof
But freely let the woodbine twine,
And leave untrimmed the eglantine:

Bore wealth of winter cheer ;

Of sea-fowl dried, and solands store,
Nay, my friend, nay-since oft thy praise
Hath given fresh vigour to my lays;

And gammons of the tusky boar,
Since of thy judgment could refine

And savoury haunch of deer. My flattened thought, or cumbrous line,

The chininey arch projected wide ; Sull kind, as is thy wont, attend,

Above, around it, and beside, And in the minstrel spare the friend.

Were tools for housewives' hand; Though wild as cloud, as stream, as gale,

Nor wanted, in that martial day, Flow forth, flow unrestrained, my tale!

The implements of Scottish fray

The buckler, lance, and brand.

Beneath its shade, the place of state,

On oaken settle Marmion sate,

And viewed around the blazing hearth,

His followers mix in noisy mirth;.

Whom with brown ale, in jolly tide,
The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:

From ancient vessels ranged aside, The mountain-path the Palmer showed

Full actively their host supplied. * The two nert couplets are not in the MS.)

ton; close to it is Yester House, the seat of the Marquis of Tweed * MS. -" While still with minic hosts of shells,

dale, and a little farther up the stream, which descends from the Azain my sport the combat tells

hills of Lammermoor, are the remains of the old castle of the Onward the Scottish lion bore.

family) The scatter'd Southron fled before.")

$$ The accommodations of a Scottish hostelrie, or inn, in the I See notes on The Ere of St. John, in the Border Minstrel- 16th century, may be collected from Dunbar's admirable tale of sf, ente; and the Author's Introduction to the Minstrelsy, p. 5. "The Friars of Berwick." Simon Lawder," the gay ostleir," ante)

seems to have lived very comfortably; and his wife decorated Robert Scott of Sandyknows, the grandfather of the Poet.] her person with a scarlet kirtle, and a belt of silk and silver, and 1 Upon revising the Poem, it seems proper to mention that the rings upon her fingers; and feasted her paramour with its,

capons, partridges, and Bordeaux wine. At least, if the Scottish "Whore doom discording neighbours sought,

inny were not good, it was not for want of encouragement from Content with equity opbought."

the legislature; who, so early as the reign of James I., not have been unconsciously borrowed from a passage in Dryden's only enacted, that in all boroughs and faire there be hostelbeautiful epistle to John Driden of Chesterton.--1808.

laries, having stables and chambers, and provision for man and SIMS.--" The student, gentleman, and maint.".

horse, but by another statute, ordained that no man, travelling The reverend gentleman alluded to was Mr. John Martin, mi on horse or foot, should presume to lodge any where except in nister of Mertouo, in which parish Smailholm Tower is situated. ) these hostellaries, and that no person, save inn-keepers, should * M9,-" They might not choose the easier road,

receive such travellers, under the penalty of forty shillings for For many a fora yer was abroad.")

exercising such hospitality But, in spite of these provident + See notes to "The Bride of Lammermoor." Waverley No

enactments, the Scottish hostels are but indifferent, and stranvek, fol. n.

gers continue to find reception in the houses of individuals. 17 [The village of Gifford lies about four miles from Hadding * James I. Parliament I. cap. 24; Parliament III. cap. 56.



And deem'd it the lament of men Theirs was the glee of martial breast,

Who languish'd for their native glen ; And laughter theirs at little jest;

And thought how sad would be such sound, And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid,

On Susquehannah's swampy, ground, And mingle in the mirth they made;

Kentucky's wood-encumber'd brake, For though, with men of high degree,

Or wild Ontario's boundless lake, The proudest of the proud was he,

Where heart-sick exiles, in the strain, Yet, trained in camps, he knew the art

Recall'd fair Scotland's hills again!
To win the soldier's hardy heart.

They love a captain to obey,
Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May:

With open hand, and brow as free,

Where shall the lover rest, Lover of wine and minstrelsy;

Whom the fates sever Ever the first to scale a tower,

From his true maiden's breast, As venturous in a lady's bower :

Parted for ever? Such buxom chief shall lead his host

Where, through groves deep and high, From India's fires to Zembla's frost.

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,
Resting upon his pilgrim staff,

Under the willow. Right opposite the Palmer stood;

CHORUS. His thin dark visage seen but half,

Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow. Half hidden by his hood. Still fixed on Marmion was his look,

There, through the summer day, Which he, who ill such gaze could brook,

Cool streams are laving; Strove by a frown to quell;

There, while the tempests sway, But not for that, though more than once

Scarce are boughs waving; Full met their stern encountering glance*

There, thy rest shalt thou take,
The Palmer's visage fell.

Parted for ever,

Never again to wake,

Never, O never!
By fits less frequent from the crowd
Was heard the burst of laughter loud;
For still, as squire and archer stared

Eleu loro, &c. Never O never ! On that dark face and matted beard,

XI. Their glee and game declin'd.

Where shall the traitor rest, All gazed at length in silence drear,

He, the deceiver, Unbroke, save when in comrade's ear

Who could win maiden's breast, Some yeoman, wondering in his fear,

Ruin, and leave her? Thus whispered forth his mind :

In the lost battle, " Saint Mary! saw'st thou e'er such sight?

Borne down by the flying, How pale his check, his eye how bright,

Where mingles war's ratile
Whene'er the fire-brand's fickle light

With groans of the dying.
Glances beneath his cowl!
Full on our Lord he sets his eye;
For his best çalfrey, would noi I

Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying. Endure that sullen scowl."

Her wing shall the eagle flap

O'er the false-hearted;
But Marmion, as to chase the awe

His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Which thus had quell'd their hearts, who saw

Ere life be parted. The ever-varying fire-light show

Shame and dishonour sit That figure stern and face of wo,

By his grave ever; Now called upon a squire :

Blessing shall hallow it, "Fitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay,

Never, O never !
To speed the lingering night away?
We slumber by the fire.'


Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never ! " So please you,” thus the youth rejoined,

XII. "Our choicest minstiel's left behind.

It ceased, the melancholy sound, Ill may we hope to please your ear,

And silence sunk on all around. Accustom'd constant strains to hear.

The air was sad; but sadder still The harp full destly can he strike,

It fell on Marinion's ear, And wake the lover's lute alike;

And plain'd as if disgrace and ill, To dear Saint Valentine, no thrush

And shameful death, were near Sings livelier from a spring-tide bush,

He drew his manile past his face, No nightingale her love-lorn tune

Beiween it and the band, More sweetly warbles to the moon.

And rested with his head a space, Wo to the cause, whate'er it be,

Reclining on his hand. Detains from us his melody,

His thoughts I scan not; but I ween, Lavish'd, on rocks, and billows stern,

That, could their import have been seen, Or duller monks of Lindisfarne.

The meanesi groom in all the hall, Now must I venture, as I may,

That e'er tied courser to a stall, To sing his favourite roundelay.”

Would scarce have wished to be their prey, IX.

For Lutterward and Fontenaye. A mellow voice Fitz-Eustace had,

XIII. The air he chose was wild and sad

High minds, of native pride and force, Such have I heard, in Scottish land,

Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! Riee from the busy harvest band,

Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, When falle before the mountaineer,

Thou art the torturer of the brave! On lowland plains, the ripened ear.

Yet fatal strength they boast to steel Now one shrill voice the notes prolong,

Their minds to bear the wounds they feel, Now a wild chorus swells the song:

Even while they writhe beneath the smart Oft have I listened, and stood still,

Of civil conflict in the heart. As it came soften'd up the hill,

For soon Lord Marmion raised his head, *MS.-" Full met their eyes' encountering glance."

And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said,


"Is it not strange, that, as ye sung,

Crimsoned with shame, with terror mute, Seem'd in mine ear a death-peal rung,

Dreading alike escape, pursuit, Such as in nunneries they toll

Till love, victorious o'er alarms, For some departing sister's soul ?

Hid fears and blushes in his arms. Say, what may this portend ?”—

XVII. Then first the Palmer silence broke,

“Alas!" he thought, “how changed that mien ! (The live-long day he had not spoke,)

How changed these timid looks have been, 11 " The death of a dear friend."*

Since years of guilt, and of disguise,

Have steeled her brow, and armed her eyes ! Marmion, whose steady heart and eye

No more of virgin terror speaks
Ne'er chang'd in worst extremity;

The blood that mantles in her cheeks;
Marmion, whose soul could scantly brook, Fierce and unfeminine, are there,
Even from his king, a haughty look ;t

Frenzy for joy, for grief despair;
Whose accent of command controllid,

And I the cause-for whom were given
In camps, the boldest of the bold-

Her peace on earth, her hopes in heaven! -
Thought, look, and utterance, failed him now, Would," thought he, as the picture grows,
Fallen was his glance, and flushed his brow: “I on its stalk had left the rose !
For either in the tone,

Or, why should man's success remove
Or something in the Palmer's look,

The very charms that wake his love! So full upon his conscience strook,

Her convent's peaceful solitude That answer he found none.

Is now a prison harsh and rude, Thus oft it haps, that when within

And, pent within the narrow cell, They shrink at sense of secret sin,

How will her spirit chafe and swell! A leather daunts the brave;

How brook the stern monastic laws! A fool's wild speech confounds the wise,

The penance how-and I the cause !-And proudest princes veil their eyes

Vigil and scourge--perchance even worse!"Before their meanest slave.

And twice he rose io cry, "to horse !"

And twice his sovereign's mandate came,
Well might he falter by his aid

Like damp upon a kindling flame;

And twice he thought, " Gave I not charge Was Constance Beverley betray'd;

She should be safe, though not at large ?
Not that he augur'd of the doom,

They durst not, for their island, shred
Which on the living closed the tomb :
Bai, tired to hear the desperate maidi

One golden ringlet from her head.”—
Threaten by turns, beseech, upbraid;

XVIII. And wroth, because in wild despair, s

While thus in Marmion's bosom strove She practised on the life of Clare;

Repentance and reviving love, Its fuguve the church he gave,

Like whirlwinds whose contending sway Though not a victim, but a slave;

I've seen Loch Vennachar obey, And deemed restraint in convent strange

Their host, the Palmer's speech had heard, Would hide her wrongs, and her revenge.

And, talkative, took up

the word: Himself, proud Henry's favourite peer,

"Ay, reverend Pilgrim, you, who stray Held Romish thunders idle fear,

From Scotland's simple land away, I Secure his pardon he might hold,

To visit realms afar, For some slight mulct of penance gold.

Full often learn the art to know Thus judging, he gave secret way,

Of future weal, or future wo, When the stern priests surpris’d their prey.

By word, or sign, or star; His train but deem'd the favourite page

Yet might a knight his fortune hear Was left behind, to spare his age;

If, knight-like, he despises fear, Or other if they deemed, none dared

Not far from hence;-ıf fathers old To mutter what he thought and heard :

Aright our hamlet-legend told."Wo to the vassal, who durst pry

These broken words the menials move, Into Lord Marmion's privacy!

(For marvels still the vulgar love;) XVI.

And, Marmion giving license cold, His conscience slept-he deem'd her well,

His tale the host thus gladly told :And safe secur'd in distant cell

But, wakened by her favourite lay,

And that strange Palmer's boding say,
That fell so ominous and drear,

"A clerk could tell what years have flown Full on the object of his fear,

Since Alexander filled our throne, To aid remorse's venom'd throes,

(Third monarch of that warlike name,) Dark tales of convent vengeance rose;

And eke the time when here he came And Constance, late betray'd and scorn'd,

To seek Sir Hugo, then our lord : All lovely on his soul return'd;

A braver never drew a sword ; Lovely as when, at treacherous call,

A wiser never, at the hour She left her convent's peaceful wall,

Of midnight, spoke the word of power : * Among other omens to which faithful credit is givena mong heard.'-' I. I heard it too.'-'B. Did you indeed? That is rethe Scottish peasantry, is what is called the dead-bell," ex markable. I never knew of two hearing it at the same time beplained by my friend James Hogg, to be that tinkling in the ears fore '- I. We will not go to Midgehope to night.'-'B. I would stich the country people regard at the secret intelligence of not go for all the world. I shall warrant it is my poor brother

me friend's decease. He tells a story to the purpose in the Wat; who knows what these wild Irishes may have done to Montein Bardi

him?"-Hoca's Mountain Bard, 3d Edit. p. 31, 32) "O lady, 'tis dark, an' I heard the dend-bell!

* (Ms." Marmion, whose pride could never brook, do' I darena gae yonter lor gowd nor fee." By the dead-bell is meant a tinkling in the ears, which our

Even from his King, a scomful look.") essantry in the country regard as a secret intelligence of some : (MS.-"But tired to hear the furious maid."] Inend's decease. Thus this natural occurrence strikes many

SIMS.-" Incensed, because in wild despair." with a superstitious awe.

This reminds me of a tntling anec. The MS. rends :oste. which I will bere relate as an instance :--Our two servant

Since fiercer passions wild and high, pilis azeed to go an errand of their own. one night after supper,

Have flushed her check with deeper dye, fo! Suosiderable distance, from which I strove to persuade them,

And years of guilt, and of disguise, but could not prevail. So, after going to the apartment where i

Have steel'd her brow, and am'd her eyes sest, I look a drinking glass, and, coming close to the back of

And I the cause--for whom were given the door, made two or three sueps round the line of the glass

Her peace on earth, her hopes in heaven with my finger, which caused a loud shrill sound. I then over

How will her ardent spirit swell, band the following dialogue : – B. Ab, mercy! the dead-bell

And chafe within the narruw cell !'') want through my head just now with such a knell as I never

1 (MS.-" From this plain simple land away."']

The same, whom ancient records call

Beheld, Sir Knight, the grisly sire, The founder of the Goblin-Hall.*

In his inwonted wild attire; I would, Sir Knight, your longer stay

Unwonted, --for traditions run, Gave you that cavern to survey.

He seldom thus beheld the sun. Of lofty roof, and ample size,

I know,' he said, --his voice was hoarse, Beneath the castle deep it lies:

And broken seemed its hollow force,To hew the living rock profound,

'I know the cause, although untold, The floor to pave, the arch to round,

Why the King seeks his vassal's hold: There never toiled a mortal arm,

Vainly from me my liege would know It all was wrought by word and charm;

His kingdom's future weal or wo; And I have heard my grandsire say,

But yet. is strong his arm and heart,
That the wild clamour and affray

His courage may do more than art.
Of those dread artisans of hell,
Who laboured under Hugo's spell,

Sounded as loud as ocean's war,

“Of middle air the demons proud, Among the caverns of Dunbar.

Who ride upon the racking cloud,

Can read, in fixed or wandering star,

The issue of events afar; " The King Lord Gifford's castle sought,

But still their sullen aid withhold, Deep labouring with uncertain thought;

Save when by mightier force controlled. Even then he muster'd all his host,

Such late I summoned to my hall: To meet upon the western coast;

And though so potent was the call, For Norse and Danish golleys plied

That scarce the deepest nook of hell Their oars within the Frith of Clyde.

I deemed a refuge from the spell, There fluated Haco's banner trim, t

Yet, obstinate in silence still, Above Norweyan warriors grim,

The hanghty demon mocks my skill. Savage of heart, and large of limb;

But thou, - who little know'st ihy might, Threatening both continent and isle,

As born upon that blessed night, ** Bute, Arran, Cunningham, and Kyle.

When yawning graves, and dying groan, Lord Gifford, deep beneath the ground,

Proclaim'd hell's empire overthrown, Heard Alexander's bugle sound,

With untaught valour shalt compel And tarried not his garb to change,

Response denied to magic spell.'-+7 But, in his wizard habit strange, s

'Gramercy,' quoth our monarch free, Came forth, -- a quaint and fearful sight;

Place him but front to front with me, His mantle lined with fox-skins white;

And, by this good and honoured brand, His high and wrinkled forehead bore

The gift of Coeur-de-Lion's hand, -A pointed cap, such as of yore

Soothly I swear, that, tide what lide, Clerks say that Pharaoh's magi wore:

The demon shall a buffet bide.'11 His shoes were marked with cross and spell, His bearing bold the wizard viewed, Upon his breast a pentacle ;ll

And thus, well pleased, his speech renewed: His zone, of virgin parchment thin,

'There spoke the blood of Malcolm !-mark: Or, as some tell, of dead-man's skin,

Forth pacing hence, at midnight dark, Bore many a planetary sign,

The rampart seek, whose circling crowns Combust, and retrogade, and trine; 1T

Crests the ascent of yonder down; And in his hand he held, prepared,

A southern entrance shalt thou find A naked sword without a guard.

There halt, and there thy bugle wind

And trust thine elfin foe to see,

In guise of thy worst eneiny: " Dire dealings with the fiendish race

Couch then thy lance, and spur thy steedHad marked strange lines upon his face

Upon him! and Saint George to speed ! Vigil and fast had worn him grim,

If he go down, thou soon shalt know His eyesight dazzled seened, and dim,

Whate'er these airy sprites can show ;As one unused to upper day;

If thy heart fail thee in the strife, Even his own menials with dismay

I am no warrant for thy life.' * A vaulted hall under the ancient castle of Gifford, or Yester, Ayrshire. Here he was encountered and defeated, on the soc (for it bears either name indifferently, the construction of which tober, by Alexander 1!1. Haco retreated to Orkney, where he has, from a very remote period, been ascribed to magic. The died soon after this disgrace to his arms. There are still existStatistical Account of the Parish of Garvald and Baro gives the ing, near the place of battle, many barrows, some of which, bafollowing account of the present state of this castle and apart ving been opened, were found, as usual, to contain bones and urns. ment: Upon a peninsula, formed by the water of Hopes on the 1 (M8. There flested Haco's banner grim, cast, and a large rivulet on the west, stands the ancient castle of

O'er fierce of heart and large of limb." Yester. Sir David Dalrymple, in his annals, relates, that 'Hugh $"Magicians, as is well known, were very curious in the choice Gifford de Yester died in 1267 ; that in his castle there was a ca. and form of their vestments. Their caps are oval, or like pyrapacious cavern, formed by magical art, and called in the country, mids, with lappets on rach side, and fur within. Their gowns Bohall, i. e. Hobgoblin Hall.' A stair of twenty-four steps led are long, and furred with for skins, under which they have a linen down to this apartment; which is a large and spacious hall, garment, reaching to the knee. Their girdles are three inches with an arched roof; and though it hath stood for so many con broad, and have many cabalistical names, with crosses, trines, turies, and bren exposed to the external air for a period of fifty and circles inscribed on them. Their shoes should be of new rus. or sixty years, it is still as firm and entire as if it had only stood set leather, with a cross riit upon them. Their knives are dag. a few years. From the floor of this hall, another stair of thirty ger fashion ; and their swords have neither guard nor scabbante six steps leads down to a pit which hath a communication with Sce these, and many other particulars, in the discourse concert Hon's water. A great part of the walls of this large and ancient ing devils and spirits, annexed to Reginald Scott's Discovery of castle are still standing. There is a tradition, that the castle of Witchcraft. edition 1865. Yester was the last fortitication in this country that surrendered 0 “A pentacle is a piece of fine linen, folded with five corners, to General Gray, rent into Scotland by Protector Somerset." according to the five senses, and suitably inscribed with characStatistical Account, vol. xii. I have only to add, that, in 1737 ters. This the magician extends towards the spirits which he the Goblin Hall was tenanted by the Marquis of Tweedale's fal invokes, when they are stubborn and rebellious, and refuse to be coner, as I learn from a poem by Boyse, entitled “Retirement,' conformable unto the ceremonies and rites of magic." See the written upon visiting Yester. It is now rendered inaccessible by discounce, &r. above mentionel, p. 66. the fall of the stair.

T (MS. -" Bare many a character and sign, Sir David Dalrymple's authority for the anecdote is in Fordun.

Of planets retrograde and trine." whose words are, -"AD. MCCLXVII. Hugo Gutfard de Yestet ** It is a popular article of faith, that those who are born on moritur; cujus casirum, vel saltem caceam, el dongionem, Christmas, or Good Friday, bave the power of seeing spirits, and arte damonica antiqua relationes feruni fabrifacias : nan even of commanding them. The Spaniarus imputed the haggard ibidem habetur mirabilis specus subterrancus, opere mirince and downcast looks of their Philip II., to the disagreeable visions cmstructur, magno terrarum spatio protclarus, qui cominu to which this privilege subjected him. niter BO HALL appellatus est." Lib. x. cap. 21.-Sir David con ++ (M3.-" 'With untaught valour mayst compel jectures, that Hugh de Gifford must either have been a very wise

What is denied to magic spell."). man, or a great oppressor.

11 (MS.-"Bicker and buffet he shall bide. ' In 1263, Haco, king of Norway, came into the Frith of Clyde with a powerful armament, and made a descent at Largs, in

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