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By tbis good light ! if thus we stay,
Which, varying, to Tantallon came, Lord Marmion, for our fond delay,
By hurrying posts, or fleeter fame, Will sharper sermon teach.
With every varying day? Come, don thy cap, and mount thy horse;
And, first, they heard King James had won The Dame must patience take perforce.”
Etail, and Wark, and Ford; and then,
That Norham castle strong was ta'en. "Submit we then to force," said Clare,
At that sore marvellid Marmion : But let this barbarous lord despair
And Douglas hoped his Monarch's hand His purposed aim to win:
Would soon subdue Northumberland : Let him take living, land, and life;
But whisper'd news there came, But to be Marmion's wedded wife
That, while his host inactive lay, In me were deadly sin :
And melted by degrees away, And if it be the king's decree,
King James was dallying off the day That I must find no sanctuary,
With Heron's wily dame. In that inviolable dome*
Such acts to chronicles I yield : Where even a homicide might come,
Go seek then there, and see: And safely rest his head,
Mine is a tale of Flodden field, Though at its open portals stood,
And not a history: Thirsung to pour forth blood for blood,
At length they heard the Scottish host The kinsman of the dead,
On that high ridge had made their post, Yet one asylum is my own
Which frowns v'er Millfield Plain; Against the dreaded hour,
And that brave Surrey many a band A low, a silent, and a lone,
Had gather'd in the southern land, Where kings have little power.
And marched into Northumberland, One victim is before me there.
And camp at Wooler ta'en. Mother, your blessing, and in prayer
Marmion, like charger in the stall, Remember your unhappy Clare !!!
That hears without, the trumpet-call, Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows
Began to chafe and swear :Kind blessings many a one:
A sorry thing to hide my head Werping and wailing loud arose,
In castle like a fearful maid, Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes
When such a field is near! Of every simple nun.
Needs must I see this battle-day: His eyes the gentle Eustace dried,
Death to my fame if such a fray And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide.
Were foughi, and Marmion away! Then took the squire her rein,
The Douglas, too, I wot not why, And gently led away her steed,
Hath 'bated of his courtesy : And by each courteous word and deed,
No longer in his halls I'll stay." To cheer her strove in vain.
Then bade his band they should array
For march against the dawning day.
When o'er a height they passed,
INTRODUCTION TO CANTO VI.
TO RICHARD HEBER, ESQ.
Mertoun-House, # Christmas.
HEAP on more wood !- the wind is chill; By narrow drawbridge, outworks strong,
But let it whistle as it will, Through studded gates, and entrance long,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still. To the main court they cross.
Each age has deemed the new-born year It was a wide and stately square;
The fittest time for festal cheer : Around were lodgings fit and fair,
Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane And towers of various forin,
At lol more deep the mead did drain ;$ Which on the court projected far,
High on the beach his valleys drew, And broke its lines quadrangular.
And feasted all his pirate crew; Here was square keep, there turret high,
Then in his low and pine-built hall, Of pinnacle that sought the sky,
Where shields and axes decked the wall, Whence oft the warder could descry
They gorged upon the half-dressed steer'; The gathering ocean-storm.
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The half-gnawed rib, and marrow-bone;
Or listened all, in grim delight, Oi Douglas, why should I declare,
While scalds yield out the joys of fight. Or say they met reception fair ?
Then forth, in frenzy, would they hie, Or why the tidings say,
While wildly loose their red locks fly, - IThis line, necessary to the thyme, is now for the first time you can place there. ' "-SIR WALTER Scorr's Provincial AntiUnd from the MS. It must have been omitted by an oversight quiries, vol. ii. p. 167.) In the agiaal printing.-ED.),
[Mertoun-House, the seat of Hugh Scott, Exq, of Harden, is Dungg i he regeney (subsequent to the death of James V.) beautifully situated on the Tweed, about two miles below Dry. the Dewant Queen Regent, Mary of Guise, became desirous of burgh Abbey.) puttura a French garrison into Tantallon, as she had into Dunbar The lol of the heathen Danes (a word still applied to Christud loebkeith, in order the better to bridle the lords and barons, mas in Scotland) was solennized with great festivity. The who ioclined to the reformed faith, and to secure by citadels the humour of the Danes at tablo displayed itself in pelting each
A boast of the Frith of Forth. For this purpose, the Regent, to other with bones; and Torfæus tells a long and curious story, in we lhe phrase of the time, .dealed with the (then) Earl of Angus the History of Hrolfe Kraka, of one Hottug, an inmate of the for les consent to the proposed measure. He occupied linselt, Court of Denmark, who was so generally assailed with these while abe was speaking, in feeding a falcon which sat upon his missiles, that he constructed, out of the bones with which he was Fetist, and only replieel by addressing the bird, but leaving the overwhelmed a very respectable intrenchment, against those breza to make the application. The devil is in this greedy who continued the raillery. The dances of the northern warriors Bled-be will beter be lou.' But when the Queen, without ap round the great fires of pine trees, are commemorated by Olaus para to notice this hint, continued to press her obnoxious re Magnus, who says, they danced with such fury, holding each Plest Angus replied, in the true spirit of a feudal noble, Yes, other by the hands. That, if the grasp of any failed, he was pitched macam, the castle is yours ; God forbiil else. But by the might into the fire with the velocity of a sling. The sufferer, on such of God, Madam' such was his usual oath, I must be your occasions, was instantly plucked out, and obliged to quaff off a Capiain and Keeper for you, and I will keep it as well as any certain measure of ale, as a penalty for "spoiling the king's fire."
And, dancing round the blazing pile,
Then the grim boar's-head frowned on high, They make such barbarous mirth the while
Crested with bays and rosemary. As best might to the mind recall
Well can the green-garbed ranger tell, The boisterous joys of Odin's hall.
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death he tore, And well our Christian sires of old
And all the baiting of the boar.t Loved when the year its course had rolled,
The wassel round, in good brown bowls, And brought blithe Christmas back again,
Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowis. With all his hospitable train.
There the huge sirloin reeked; hard by Domestic and religious rite
Plumb-porridge stood, and Christmas pie; Gave honour to the holy night;
Nor failed old Scotland produce, On Christmas eve the bells were rung;
At such high-tide, her savoury goose. On Christmas eve the mass was sung:
Then came the merry maskers in, That only night, in all the year,
And carols roared with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
Traces of ancient mystery ; To gather in the misletoe.
White shirts supplied the masquerade, Then opened wide the baron's hall
And smuited checks the visors made; To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
But, O! what masquers, richly dight, Power laid his rod of rule aside,
Can boast of bosoms half so light! And ceremony dofled his pride.
England was merry England, when The heir, with roses in his shoes,
Old Christmas brought his sports again. That night might village partner choose;
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale; The lord, uderogating, share
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; The vulgar game of "post and pair."
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
Still linger, in our northern clime, Brought tidings of salvation down.
Some remnants of the good old time;
And still, within our valleys here, The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
We hold the kindred title dear, Went roaring up the chimney wide;
Even when, perchance, its far-fetched claim The huge hall-table's oaken face,
To southern ear sounds empty name; Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace,
For course of blood, our proverbs deem, Bore then upon its massive board
Is warmer than the mountain-stream.s No mark to part the squire and lord.
And thus, my Christmas still I hold, Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
Where my great-grandsire came of old, By old blue-coated serving-man;
With amber beard, and flaxen hair,!! * In Roman Catholic countries, mass is never said at night, mysteries, in which the characters of Scripture, the Nine Worthies, except on Christmas eve. Each of the frolics with which that and other popular personages, were usually exhibited. It were holyday used to be celebrated, might admit of a long and curious
much to be wished that the Chester Mysteries were published note ; but I shall content myself with the following description of from the MS. in the Museum, with the annotations wluch a dili Christmas, and his attributes, as personificd in one of Ben Jon gent investigator of popular antiquities might still supply. The late son's Masks for the Court.
acute and valuable antiquary, Mr. Ritson, showed me several - Enter CHRISTMAS, with tico or three of the Guard. He is
memoranda towards such a task, which are probably now dispers attired in round hose, long stockings, a close doublet, a high ed or lost. See, however, luis Remarks on Shakspeare, 1783, p. 39. crowned hat, with a brooch, a long thin beard, a truncheon, little Since the first edition of Marmion appeared this subject has rutis, white shoes, his scarfs and garters tied cross, and his drum
received much elucidation from the learned and extensive labours beaten before him. - The names of his children, with their
of Mr Douce; and the Chester Mysteries iedited by J. H Mark: attires: Miss-Rule, in a velvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, land, Esq.) have been printed in a style of great elegance and great yellow rufl, like a reveller; bis torch-bearer bearing a rope, accuracy, (in 1819.) by Bensley and Sons, London, for the Ros. a cheese, and a basket ;-Caroll, a long tawny coat, with a red burghe Club. 1830. cap, and a flute at his girdle; his torch bearer carrying a song ** Blood is warmer than water,"-a proverb meant to vindicate book open ;-Minc'd.pie, like a fine cook's wife. drest neat, ber vur family predilections. mun carrying a pie, dish, and spoons ;-Gamboll, like a tumbler, ľ Mr. Scott of Harden, my kind and affectionate friend, and with a hoop and bells ; his torch-berrerarmd with cole-staff, and distant relation, hus the original of a poetical invitation, adblinding cloth;-Post and Pair, with a pair-royal of aces in his
dressed from his grandfather to my relative, from which a few hat, bis garment all dene over with pairs and purs: his squire
lines in the text are imitated. They are dated, as the epistle in
-, the text, from Mertom-bouse, the seat of the Harden family. coat, serving man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary
* With omler tun, and flaxen hair, gilt on his bend, his hat full of brooches, with a collar of ginger
And reverend apostolic air, bread; his torch bearer carrying a march-pain, with a bottle of
Frow of anxiety and care.
Corne hither, Christmas day, and dine ; wine on either arm ;-- Mumming in a masquung pied suit, with a
We'll mix stricty with wine, visor; his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it ;-Wassal,
And er mirth with thoughts divine. like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown
We Christianus think it hollay, bowl, drest with ribbands, and rosemary, before her ;-offering,
On it no sin to fentat or play: in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand , a wyih bome
Others, in spite, may fast and pray, before him, and a bacon, by his torch bearer ;--- Baby Cocke, drest
No superstition in the use like a boy, in a fino long coat, biggin, bib, muckender, and a little
Our sucetare made of a gonge ; dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease.'
Why may not we, ua well as they, + MS. -"And all the hunting of the boar.
Be innocenty blithe that day,
On goose or pie, on wine or ale,
And scorn enthusiastic zeal ?-
Priy come, and welcome, or plague rot
Your frien) and landlord, Walter Scott.
"Mr. Walter Scott, Leseuilen." 1 It sorms certain, that the Mummers of England, who (in
The venerable old gentleman, to whom the lines are addressed, Northumberland at least) used to go about in disguise to the was the younger brother of William Scott of Raebum. Being neighbouring houses, bearing the then nseli se ploughshare, and
the cadet of a cadet of the Harden family, he had very little to the Guisards of Scotland, not yet in total disuse, present, in
lose; yet he contrived to lose the small property he had, by some indistinct degree, a shadow of the old mysteries, which
engaging in the civil wars and intrigues of the house of Stuart. were the origin of the Engliah Irama. In Scotland, (me ipso His veneration for the exiled family was so great, that he wore teste,) we were wont, during my boyhood, to take the characters he would not shave his beard till they were restored : a mark of of the apostles, at least of Peter, Paul, and Judas Iscariot; the
attachment, which, I supposc, had been common during Cromfirst had the keye, the second carried a sword, and the last the well's usurpation; for, in Cowley's "Cutter of Coleman Street," bag, in which the dole of our neighbours' plumb.cake was depo one drunken cavalier upbraids another, that, wben he was not Rited, One played a champion, and recited some traditional
able to afford to pay a barber, he affected to rhymes ; another was
King" ! sincerely hope this wns not absolutely the origina: " Alexander, King of Macedon, Whio conquerit all the worlt hue Scotlan! alone :
reason of my ancestor's beard; which, ns appears from a portrait When lie came to Scotland his courage grew cold,
in the possession of Sir Ilenry Hay Macdougal, Bart, and an To see a live nation courageous and bold."
other painted for the famous Dr. Pitcaim,* was a beard of a most
dignified and venerable appearance. There, and many such verses, were repeated, but by rote, and unconnectedly. There was also, occasionally, I believe, a Saint
• The old gentleman was an intimate of this celebrated genius. By the George. In all, there was a confused resemblance of the ancient cairn, my father became possessed of the portrait iv question.
favour of the late Earl of Kellie, deened on the maternal wide from Dr. Pit
wear a beard for the
And reverend, apostolic air
Of Roman and of Grecian lore, The feast and holy-tide to share,
Sure mortal brain can hold no more. And mix sobriety with wine,
These ancients, as Noll Bluff might say, And honest mirth with thoughts divine :
"Were pretty fellows in their day;''S Small thought was his, in alter time,
But time and tide o'er all prevailEer to be hitched into a rhyme.
On Christmas eve a Christmas tale The simple sire could only boast,
Of wonder and of war.--"Profane! That he was loyal to his cost ;
What! leave the lofty Latin strain, The banished race of kings revered,
Her stately prose, her verse's charms, And lost his land, -but kept his beard.
To hear the clash of rusty arms;
In fairy land or limbo lost,
To jostle conjurer and ghost,
Goblin and witch !" - Nay, Heber dear, Where cordial friendship gives the hand,
Before you touch my charter, hear; And fies constraint the magic wand
Though Leyden aids, alas! no more,
My cause with many-languaged lore, il
may say :-in realms of death While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Ulysses meets Alcides' wraith;
Æneas, upon Thracia's shore,
The ghosi of murdered Polydore;
For omens, we in Livy cross, Tweed loves them well, and turns again,
At every turn, locutus bos. As loath to leave the sweet domain,
As grave and duly speaks that ox, And holds his mirror to her face,
As if he told the price of stocks; And clips her with a close embrace :
Or held, in Rome republican, Gladly as he, we seek the dome,
The place of common-councilman. And as reluctant turn us home.
All nations have their omens drear, How just, that, at this time of glee,
Their legends wild of wo and fear. My thoughts should, Heber, turn to thee!
To Cambria look-the peasant see, For many a merry hour we've known,
Bethink him of Glendowerdy, And heard the chimes of midnight's tone. I
And shun "the spirit's blasted tree.” Cease, then, my friend! a moment cease,
The highlander, whose red claymore And leave these classic tomes in peace!
The battle turned on Maida's shore, . (M.-"In there fair halls, with merry cheer
** III-omen'd bird ! as legends say, Is bid farewell the dying year.")
Who has the wondrous power to know,
While health fills high the throbbing seins, + (See Introduction to the Minstrelsy, ante.]
The fatal hour when Hool must flow. I [The MS. adds :* As boasts old Shallow to Sir John.'']
" Blinded by rage, alone he passid,
Nor sought his ready vassals' nid: $" Hannibal was a pretty fellow, sir-a very pretty fellow in
But what his fate lay long unknown, bus day"-Old Bachelor.
For many an anxious year delay'd. 1 (MS.-- With all his many-languaged loro,"] Joha Leyden. M. D., who had been of great service to Sir
" A peasant mark'd his angry eye,
He saw him reach the lake's dark bourne, Wata Scott in the preparation of the Border Minstrelsy, sailed
He saw him near a Blasted Oak, for lodra in April, 18u3, and died at Java in August, 1811, before
But never from that hour return. competing his oth year.
« Three days pasad o'er, no uidings onme**Scenes sung by him who sings no more
Where should the Chief his stepa delay 1
With will alarm the servant: ran,
Yet knew not where to point their way.
" His vasak rangal the mountain's height, A ciet une ani dearly shore
The covert close, the widespread plain;
But all in vain their eager warch,
They ne'er inust see their lord again.
" Yet Fancy, in a thousand shapes,
Bore to his home the Chief once more :
Some saw him on high Moal' top, 1 1 am permitted to illustrate this passage, by inserting" Ceu
Sune saw him on the winding shore. torm yr Ellyll, or The Spirit's Blasted Tree," a legendary tale, by the Reverend George Warrington :
"With wonder fraught the tale went round, "The event, on which this tale is founded, is preserved by tra
Amazement chain' l the hearer's tongue;
Each peamint telt his i'wn il loss, ction in the family of the Vaughans of Mengwyrt : nor is it
Yet fondly o'er the story hung. ately het, even among the common people, who still point out
"Oft by the moon' pale shadowy light, the pak to the passenger. The enmity between the two Welsh
His aged muree and steward gray chieftains. Howel Sele, and Owen Glendwr, was extreme, and
Woul loan to catch the storiel sounds, Darted by vile treachery in the one, and ferocious cruelty in the
Or mark the fitung spirit stray. other * The story is somewbat changed and softened, as more
« Pale lights on Cader's rocks were seen, froarable to the character of the two chiefs, and as better
And midnight voices heari to moan; Stering the purpose of poetry, by admitting the passion of pity.
"Twas even said the Blastol Oak, and a greater degree of sentiment in the description. Some trace
Convulsive, heaved a hollow groan: of Howel Sele's mansion was to be seen a few years ago, and
"And to this day the peasant still, may perhaps be still visible, in the park of Nannau, now belonging
With cautions fear, avoids the ground; to Nr Robert Vaughan, Baronet, in the wild and romantic tracks
In each will branch a spectre wees, Menonethshire. The abbey mentioned passeg under two
And trembles at each rising sound. Dame, Vener and Cymmer. The former is retained, as more
" Ten arnual suns bad held their course, Entally used.
In summer's suile, or winter storm;
The lady shed the widow'd lear,
As oft she traced his manly form
" Yet still to hope her heart would cling,
As o'er the mind illusions play,-
Of travel fond, perhaps her lord
To distant lands had steer'd his way.
« 'Twas now November's cheerless hour,
Which drenching rains and clouda deface,
Dreary bleak Robell's tract appeard,
And dull and dank each valley's space.
"Loud o'er the weir the hoarse flood fell,
And dash'd the foaming spray on high;
The west wind bent the forest lope,
And angry frown'd the evening sky.
"A stranger pase'd Llanelltid's bourne,
His dark gray seed with sweat besprent, No signs impress thy heart with fear,
Which, weuried with the lengthen'd way,
Could scarcely guin the hills ascent.
“The portal reach'd.--the iron bell
Loud sounded round the outward wall;
Quick sprang the warder to the gate,
To know what meant the clam'rous call.
HO! lead me to your lady soon; • The history of their feud may be found in Pennant's Tour in Wales.
Say,-it is my sad lot to tell,
Will, on a Friday morn, look pale,
Whose withering glance no heart can brook, If asked to tell a fairy tale ;*
As true a huntsman doth he look, He fears the vengeful Elfin King,
As bugle e'er in brake did sound, Who leaves that day his grassy ring :
Or ever halloo'd to a hound. Invisible to human ken,
To chase the fiend, and win the prize, He walks among the sons of men.
In that same dungeon ever tries Didst e'er, dear Heber, pass alongt
An aged Necromantic Priest; Beneath the towers of Franchemont,
It is a hundred years, at least,
Since 'twixt them first the strife begun,
And neither yet has lost nor won.
And oft the conjuror's words will make A mighty treasure buried lay,
The stubborn demon groan and quake; Amassed through rapine and through wrong
And oft the bands of iron break, By the last lord of Franchimont.s
Or bursts one lock, that still amain, The iron chest is bolted hard,
Fast as 'tis opened, shuts again. A huntsman sits, its constant guard;
That magic strife within the tomb Around his neck his horn is hung,
May last until the day of doom, His hanger in his belt is slung;
Unless the adept shall learn to tell Before his feet his bloodhounds lie:
The very word that clenched the spell, An 'twere not for his gloomy eye,
When Franch’mont locked the treasure-cell.
"How could we hope for wish'd retreat,
His cager vaseale ringing wide,
His bloodhounds' keen sagacious scent,
O'er many a trackless mountain tried ?
"I mark'd a broad and Blastel Oak,
Scorch'd try the lightning's livid glare ;
Hollow its stem from branch to root,
And all its shrivellid arms were bare.
"Be this, I cried, his proper grave !
The thought in me was deadly sin)
Aloft we raised the haples Chicl,
And dropp'd his blealing corpse within.'
"Asriek from all the damsels burst,
That piercell the vaulted roots below;
While horror-struck the Lady stood,
A living form of sculpture wo. “Now, lady, gire attention tlus,
“With stupid stare, and vacant gaze,
Full on his face her eyes were cast,
Aboort'd she lost her present grief,
And fainty thougl. of things long past.
"Like wild-fure o'er a mossy henth,
The rumour through the hamlet ran;
The pragante crown) at morning duwn,
To bear the tale-bebold the inan.
" He led them near the Blasted Oak,
Then, conscious, from the scene withdrew:
The peasants work with trembling haste,
And lay the whiten'd bones to view "E'en from that day misfortune still,
* Back they recoil'd I-the right hand still,
Contracted, groep'd a rusty swoni;
Which erst in many a batte gleam'd,
And proudly deck'd their slaughter'd lord.
"They bore the coree to Vener's shrine,
With holy rites and prayers adelrussid ;
Nine white-robel monks the last dirge sang,
And gave the angry spirit reat."
* The Daoine shi”, or Men of Peace, of the Scottish HighHe gain'd by toil his scanty brendl;
landers, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar than the He who had Cambria's sceptre borne,
English Fairies. Notwithstanding their name, they are, if not And her brave sons to glory lal!
absolutely malevolent, at least peevish, discontented, and ant to **To penury extreme, and grief, The Chieftin fell a lingering prey ;
do mischief on slight provocation The belief of their existence I heard his last few filtering words,
is deeply impressed on the Highlanders, who think they are par Such as with pain I now convey.
ticularly offended at mortals, who talk of them, who wear their " To Sele's sad widow tear the tale,
favourite colour, green, or in any respect interfere with their affairs, Nor let our hornd secret rent:
This is especially to be avoided on Friday, when, whether : Give but his caree to sacred earth,
dedicated to Venus, with whom, in Germany, this subterraneous Then may my parting soul be blest."
people are held nearly connected, or for a more solemn reason, "Dim wax'd the eye that fiercely shone,
they are more active, and possessed of greater power. Bome And fuint the tongue that prondly spoke,
curious particulars concerning the popular superstitions of the And weak that arm, full raised to me,
Highlanders may be found in Dr. Graham's Picturesque Sketches Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke.
of Pertlıshire. How could I then his mandate hear ?
* This paragraph appears interpolated on the blank page of Or how his last behest obey ?
the MS.) A rebel leem', with him I Red;
1 (MS.-"Which, high in air, like eagle's nest, With him I thinn'd the light of day.
Hang from the dizzy inountain's breast.") « Prouribed by llenry's hostile rage,
The journal of the friend, to whom the Fourth Canto of the My country lost, despoil'd my land,
poem is inscribed, furnished me with the following account of a Desperate, I find my native voil,
striking superstition. And fought on Syria's distant strand.
Passed the pretty little village of Franchémont. (near Spaw) "O, had thy long-lamented lon!
with the romantic ruins of the old castle of the Counts of that The holy cross and banner view'd,
naine. The road leads through many delightful vales, on a rising Died in the sacred cause! who fell
ground; at the extremity of one of them stands the ancient Sed victim of a private feud!
castle, now the subject of many superstitious legende. It is *Led by the ardour of the chase,
firmly believed by the neighbouring peasantry, that the last Baron Far dirinnt from his own domain,
of Franch inont' deposited in one of the vaults of the castle, a From where Gartbmalan spreads her shades, The Glyndwr sought the opening plain.
ponderous chest, containing an immense treasure in gold and sil
ver, which, by some magic spell, was intrusted to the care of the **With hear aloft, and antlers wide,
Devil, who is constantly found sitting on the chest in the shape
of a huntsman. Any one adventurous enough to touch the chest
is instantly seized with the palsy. Upon one occasion, a priest of Swift from the wood fierce Howel flew. 4* With bitter taunt, and keen reproach,
noted piety was brought to the vault: he used all the arts of ex He, all impetunus, pour'd bis rage;
orcism to persuade his infernal majesty to vacate his seat, but in Reviled the Chief as weak in arms,
vain : the huntsman remained immortableAt last, moved by And bade him load the battle wage.
the earnestness of the pricat, he told him, that he would agree to *** Glyndwr for once restrain'd his sword,
resign the chest, if the exorciser would sign his name with blood. And still averse, the fight delays;
But the priest understood bis meaning and refused, as by that But sofien'd wants, like oil to fire,
act he would bave delivered over his soul to the Devil. Yet if Made anger more intensely blaze.
anybody can discover the mystic words used by the person who "They fought; and doubtful long the cray!
deposited the treasure, and pronounce them, the fiend must The Glyndwr gave the fatal woundi
instantly decamp. Uhad many stories of a similar nature from Sull mournful must my tale proceed,
a peasant, who had himself seen the Devil, in the shape of a And in last act all dreadful sound.
A hundred years are past and gone,
A parapet's embattled row And scarce three letters has he won.
Did seaward round the castle go. Such general superstition may
Sometimes in dizzy steps descending, Excuse for old Pitscottie say:
Sometimes in narrow circuit bending, Woose gossip history has given
Sometimes in platform broad extending, My song the messenger from Heaven, *
Its varying circle did combine That warned, in Lithgow, Scotland's King,
Bulwark, and bartisan, and line, Nor less the infernal summoning ;t
And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign; May pass the monk of Durham's tale,
Above the booming ocean leant Whose demon fought in Gothic mail;
The far-projecting battlement; May pardon plead for Fordon grave,
The billows burst, in ceaseless flow, Who told of Gifford's Goblin-Cave.
Upon the precipice below. But why such instances to you,
Where'er Tantallon faced the land, Who, in an instant, can renew
Gate-works, and walls, were strongly manned ; Your treasured hoards of various lore,
No need upon the sea-girt side; And furnish twenty thousand more?
The steepy rock, and frantic tide, Hoards, not like theirs whose volumes rest
Approach of human step denied ;
And thus these lines, and ramparts rude,
Were left in deepest solitude.
NII. Give them the priest's whole century,
And, for they were so lonely, Clare They shall not spell you letters three;
Would to these battlements repair, Their pleasure in the books the same
And muse upon her sorrows there, The magpie takes in pilfered gem.
And list the sea-bird's cry; Thy volumes, open as thy heart,
Or slow, like noontide ghost, would glide Delight, amusement, science, art,
Along the dark-gray bulwark's side, To every ear and eye impart;
And ever on the heaving tide Yet who, of all who thug employ them,
Look down with weary eye. Can, like the owner's self, enjoy them ?
Oft did the cliff, and swelling main, But, hark! I hear the distant drum:
Recall the thoughts of Whitby's fane, The day of Flodden field is come.
A home she ne'er might see again; Adien, dear Heber! life and health,
For she had laid adown,
So Douglas bade, the hood and veil,
And Benedictine gown :
It were unseemly sight, he said,
A novice out of convent shade.
Now her bright locks, with sunny glow,
Again adorned her brow of snow;
Her manlle rich, whose borders, round, And each hour brought a varying tale,
A deep and fretted broidery bound, And the demeanour, changed and cold,
In golden foldings sought the ground; Of Douglas, fretted Marmion bold,
Of holy ornament, alone And, like the impatient steed of war,
Remained a cross of ruby stone; He snuffed the battle from afar;
And oiten did she look And hopes were none, that back again,
On that which in her hand she bore, Herald should come from Terouenne,
With velvet bound, and broidered o'er, Where England's King in leaguer lay,
Her breviary book. Before decisive batıle-day;
In such a place, so lone, so grim, While these things were, the mournful Clare At dawning pale, or twilight dim, Did in the dame's devotions share:
It fearful would have been For the good countess ceaseless prayed,
To meet a form so richly dressed, S To heaven and saints, her sons to aid,
With book in hand and cross on breast, And, with short interval, did pass
And such a woful mien. From praver to book, from book to mass,
Fitz-Eustace, lojtering with his bow, And all in high Baronial pride,
To practice on the gull and crow, A life both doll and dignified ;
Saw her, at distance, gliding slow, Yet as Lord Marmion nothing pressed
And did by Mary swear, Upon her intervals of rest,
Some love-lorn fay she might have been, Dejected Clara well could bear
Or, in romance, some spell-bound Queen ; The formal state, the lengthened prayer,
For ne'er, in work-day world, was seen Though dearest to her wounded heart
A form so witching fair.ll
Once walking thus, at evening tide,
It chanced a gliding sail she spied, Hung o'er the margin of the deep.
And, sighing, thought-" The Abbess, there, Many a rude tower and rampart there
Perchance, does to her home repair; Repelled the insult of the air,
Her peaceful rule, where duty, free, Which, when the tempest vexed the sky,
Walks hand in hand with charity; Half breeze, half spray, came whistling by.
Where oft devotion's tranced glow Above the rest, a turret square
Can such a glimpse of heaven bestow, Did o'er its Gothic entrance bear,
That the enraptured sisters see Of sculpture rude, a stony shield;
High vision, and deep mystery; The Bloody Heart was in the field,
The very form of Hilda fair, And in the chief three mullets stood,
Hovering upon the sunny air, The cognizance of Douglas blood.
And smiling on her votaries' prayer. IT The turret held a narrow stair,
O! wherefore, to my duller eye, Which, mounted, gave you access where
Did still the saint her form deny! . See note () 1. 405.
["I shall only produce one instance more of the great veneration The four lines which follow are not in the MS.)
paid to Lady Hilda, which still prevails even in these our days; : (S. -" The tower contain'da narrow stair,
that is, the constant opinion, that she rendered, and still renAnd gave an open acceas where."')
ders, herself visible, on some occasions, in the Abbey of Strean53.-" 'To meet a form so fair, and dressid
shalh, or Whitby, where she so long resided. At a particular time In antique robes, with cross on breast.”]
of the year, (viz. in the summer months,) at ten or cloven in the 1 (M8.-"A for su sad and fair.")
forenoon, the sunbeams fall in the inside of the northern part of