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Was it, that, seared by sinful scorn,

And tended me for many a day, My heart could neither melt nor burn?

While wounds and fever held their sway. Or lie my warm affections low,

But far more needful was his care, With him, that taught them first to glow?

When sense returned, to wake despair, Yet, gentle Abbess, well I knew,

For I did tear the closing wound, To pay thy kindness grateful due,

And dash me frantic on the ground,
And well could brook the mild command,

If e'er I heard the name of Clare.
That ruled thy simple maiden band.
How different now! condemned to bide

Much by his kind attendance wrought,

At length, to calmer reason brought My doom from this dark tyrant's pride.

With him I left my native strand, But Marmion has to learn, ere long,

And, in a Palmer's weeds arrayed, That constant mind, and hate of wrong,

My hated name and form to shade, Descended to a feeble girl,

Í journeyed many a land; From Red De Clare, stout Gloster's Earl:

No more a lord of rank and birth, Of such a stem, a sapling weak, *

But mingled with the dregs of earth.
He ne'er shall bend, although he break.

Oft Austin for my reason feared,
V.

When I would sit, and deeply brood “But see !-what makes this armour here ?"

On dark revenge, and deeds of blood, For in her path there lay

Or wild mad schemes upreared. Targe, corslet, helm;--she viewed them near.

My friend at length fell sick, and said, "The breast-plate pierced !--Ay, much I fear,

God would remove him soon : Weak fence wert thou 'gainst foeman's spear,

And, while upon his dying bed, That hath made fatal entrance here,

He begged of me a boonAs these dark blood-gouts say.

If e'er my deadliest enemy Thus Wilton !-Oh! not corslei's ward,

Beneath my brand should conquered lie, Not truth, as diamond pure and hard,

Even then my mercy should awake, Could be thy manly bosom's guard,

And spare his life for Austin's sake. On yon disastrous day!"

VII. She raised her eyes in mournful mood,

“ Still restless as a second Cain, Wilton himself before her stood!

To Scotland next my roule was ta'en, It might have seemed his passing ghost,

Full well the paths I knew. For every youthful grace was lost;

Fame of my fate made various sound, And joy unwonted, and surprise,

That death in pilgrimage I found, Gave their strange wildness to his eyes.

That I had perished of my wound, Expect not, noble dames and lords,

None cared which tale was true : That I can tell such scene in words:

And living eye could never guess What skilful limner e'er would choose

De Wilton in his Palmer's dress : To paint the rainbow's varying hues,

For now that sable slough is shed, Unless to mortal it were given

And trimmed my shaggy beard and head, To dip his brush in dies of heaven?

I scarcely know me in the glass. Far less can my weak line declare

A chance most wondrous did provide, Each changing passion's shade:

That I should be that Baron's guideBrightening to rapture from despair,

I will not name his name!Sorrow, surprise, and pity there,

Vengeance to God alone belongs; And joy, with her angelic air,

But, when I think on all my wrongs,
And hope, that paints the future fair,

My blood is liquid fame!
Their varying hues displayed :

And ne'er the time shall I forget,
Each o'er its rival's ground extending,

When, in a Scottish hostel sei, Alternate conquering, shifting, blending,

Dark looks we did exchange: Till all, fatigued, the contlict yield,

What were his thoughts I cannot tell; And mighty love retains the field.

But in my bosom mustered Hell Shortly I tell what then he said,

Its plans of dark revenge. By many a tender word delayed,

VIII. And modest blush, and bursting sigh,

"A word of vulgar augury, And question kind, and fond reply.

That broke from me, I scarce knew why,
VI.

Brought on a village tale;

Which wrought upon his moody sprite,
DE WILTON'S HISTORY.

And sent him armed forth by night.
Forget we that disastrous day,

I borrowed steed and mail,. When senseless in the lists I lay.

And weapons, from his sleeping band; Thence dragged, -but how I cannot know,

And, passing from a postern door, For sense and recollection fled, —

We met, and 'countered, hand to hand, I found me on a pallet low,

He fell on Gifford moor. Within my ancient beadsman's shed. S

For the death stroke my brand I drew, Austin,-remember'si thou, my Clare,

(O then my helmed head he knew, How thou didst blush, when the old man

The Palmer's cowl was gone,). When first our infant love began,

Then had three inches of

my

blade Said we would make a matchless pair ?

The heavy debt of vengeance paid, Menials, and friends, and kinsmen fled

My hand ihe thought of Austin staid, T From the degraded traitor's bed, ---||

I left him there alone. He only held my burning head,

0, good old nian! even from the grave, the choir ; and 'tis then that the spectators, who stand on the + (MS. -"By many a short caress delay'd.") west side of Whitby churchyard, so as just to see the most north erly part of the abbey pass the north end of Whitby church, ima dead is considered, the above picture will not be thought ovih

: * When the surprise at meeting a lover rescued from the semblance of a woman, arrayed in a shroud. Though we are This exertion, that he has finally thrown away the brush, andres certain this is only a reflection caused by the splendour of the contented with merely chalking out the intervening adventures sunbeains, yet fame reports it, and it is constantly believed of De Wilton, without bestoving on them any colours at all."among the vulgar, to be an appearance of Lady Milda in her Critical Reviere.) shroud, or rather in a glorified state ; before which I make no $ (MS.-"Where an old beadsman held my head.") doubt, the Papiste, even in these our days, offer up their prayers. with as much zeal and devotion, as before any other image of " (MS. –“ The banish'd traitor's { humble bed.") their most glorified saint."--CHARLTON'S History of Whitby, TT (MS.--" But thought of Austin staid my hand,

And in the sheath I plunged the brand; * (MS.-"Of such a stem, or branch, {i

I left him there alone.

O good old man I even from the grave,
He no'er shall bend me, though he break."]

Thy spirit could De Wilton save.")

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though weak,

Thy spirit could thy master save:

Though two gray priests were there, I had slain my foeman, ne'er

And each a blazing forch held high, Had Whitby's Abbess, in her fear,

You could not by their blaze descryt Given to my hand this packet dear,

The chapel's carving fair. Of power to clear my injured fame,

Amid that dim and smoky light, And vindicate De Wilton's nam

ame.

Checkering the silvery moonshine bright, Perchance you heard the Abbess tell

A bishop by the altar stood, s Of the strange pageantry of hell,

A noble lord of Douglas' blood, That broke our secret speech

With mitre sheen, and rocquet white : It rose from the infernal shade,

Yet showed his meek and thoughtful eye Or featly was some juggle played,

But little pride of prelacy; A tale of peace to teach.

More pleased that, in a barbarous age, Appeal to heaven I judged was best,

He gave rude Scotland Virgil's page,
When my name came among the rest.

Than that beneath his rule he held
IX.

The bishopric of fair Dunkeld. "Now here, within Tantallon hold,

Beside him ancient Angus stood, To Douglas late my tale I told,

Dotted his furred gown, and sable hood : To whom my house was known of old.

()'er his huge forin, and visage pale, Won by my proofs, bis falchion bright

He wore a cap and shirt of mail; This eve anew shall dub me knight.

And leaned his large and wrinkled hand These were the arms that once did turn

Upon the huge and sweeping brand The tide of fight on Otterburne,

Which wont of yore, in batile-fray, And Harry Hotspur forced to yield,

His foeman's limbs to shred away, When the dead Douglas won ihe field.

As wood-knife lops the sapling spray.ll These Angus gave-his arinourer's care,

He seemed as, from the tombs around, Ere morn. shall every breach repair;

Rising at judgment-day, For nought, he said, was in his halls,

Some giant Douglas may be found But ancient armour on the walls,

In all his old array; And aged chargers in the stalls,

So pale his face, so huge his limb, And women, priests, and gray-haired men;

So old his arms, his look so grim. The rest were all in Twisel glen.t

XII. And now I watch my armour here,

Then at the altar Wilton kneels, By law of arms, till midnight's near;

And Clare the spurs bound on his heels; Then, once again a belted knight,

And think what next he must have felt,
Seek Surrey's camp with dawn of light.

At buckling of the falchion belt!
X.

And judge how Clara changed her hue, "There soon again we meet, my Clare!

While fastening to her lover's side This Baron means to guide ibee there:

A friend, which, though in danger tried, Douglas reveres his King's command,

He once had found untrue! Else would he take thee from his band.

Then Douglas struck him with his blade: And there thy kinsman, Surrey, too,

Saint Michael and saint Andrew aid, Will give De Wilton justice due.

I dub thee knight. Now meeter far for martial broil,

Arise, Sir Ralph, De Wilton's heir ! Firmer my limbs, and strung by' toil,

For King, for Church, for Lady fair, Once more". O, Wilton! must we then

See that thou fight."- T Risk new-found happiness again,

And Bishop Gawain, as he rose, Trust fate of arms once more?

Said--" Wilton! grieve not for thy woes, And is there not an humble glen,

Disgrace, and trouble ; Where we, content and poor,

For He, who honour best bestows, Might build a cottage in the shade,

May give thee double.”A shepherd thou, and I 10 aid

De Wilion sobbed, for sob he mustThy task on dale and moor?

"Where'er I meet a Douglas trust That reddening brow !-100 well I know,

That Douglas is my brother !" Not even thy Clare can peace bestow,

Nay, nay," old Angus said, "

not so; While falsehood stains thy name:

To Surrey's camp thou now must go, Go then to fight! Clare bids thee go!

Thy wrongs no longer smother. Clare can a warrior's feelings know,

I have two sons in yonder field; And weep a warrior's shame;

And, if thou meet'st them under shield, Can Red Earl Gilbert's spirit feel,

Upon them bravely-do thy worst; Buckle the spurs upon thy heel,

And foul fall him ihat blenches first !"' And belt thee with thy brand of steel,

XIII.
And send thee forth to fame!''

Not far advanced was morning day,
XI.

When Marmion did his troop array
That night, upon the rocks and bay,

To Surrey's camp to ride; The midnight moonbeam slumbering lay,

He had safe-conduct for his band, And poured its silver light, and pure,

Beneath the royal seal and hand, Through loop hole, and through embrazure,

And Douglas gave a guide: Upon Tantallon tower and hall;

The ancient Earl, with stately grace, But chief where arched windows wide

Would Clara on her palfrey place, Illuminate the chapel's pride,

And whispered, in an under tone, The sober glances fall.

"Let the hawk

stoop:

his prey is flown." Much was there need; though, seamed with scars, The train from out the castle drew, Two veterans of the Douglas' wars,

But Marmion stopped to bid adieu :(for the ballad of Otterbourne, in the Border Minstrelsy."?] his thighbone, and killed him on the spot. But ere he could ob

Where James encamped before taking post on Flodden. tajn James's pardon for this slaughter. Angus was obliged to yield (The Me, bas

bis castle of Hermitage, in exchange for that of Bothwell, which “The rest were all on Flodden plain.")

was some diminution to the family greatness. The sword with !IMS.-" You might not by their shwe descry.")

which he struck so remarkable a blow, was presented by his The well-known Gawain Douglas. Bishop of Dunkeld, son descendant, James, Earl of Morton, afterwards Regent of ScotArchibald Bell-the-Cat, Earl of Angus, He was author of a land. to Lord Lindesay of the Byres, when he defied Bothwell to Scottish metrical version of the Eneid, and of many other poetical single combat on Carberry-Hill. Seo Introduction to the Minpieces of great merit. He had not at this period attained the mitre. stresy of the Scottish Border. !! Angus had strength and prsonal activity corresponding to TO The following (five lines) are a sort of mongrel between

Spena of Kilapundie, a favourite of James IV. the school of Sternhold and Hopkins and the later one of baring spoken of birn lightly, the Earl met him while hawkine, Mr. Wordsworth."--JEFFREY.) and, compelling him to single combat, at one blow cut asunder ** MS.-{"The train the portal arch pass'd through.”]

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“Though something I might plain,” he said, "A royal messenger he came, "Of cold respect to stranger guest,

Though

most unworthy of the name.Sent hither by your king's behest,

A letter forged ! St. Jude to speed ! While in Tantallon's towers I staid ;

Did ever knight so foul a deed! Part we in friendship from your land,

At first in heart it liked me ill, And, noble Earl, receive my hand."

When the King

praised his clerkly skill. But Douglas round him drew his cloak,

Thanks to St. Bothan, son of mine, li Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :

Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : “My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still

So swore I, and I swear it still, Be open, at my Sovereign's will,

Let my boy-bishop fret his fill.To each one whom he lists, howe'er

St. Mary mend my fiery mood ! Unmeet to be the owner's peer.*

Old age ne'er cools the Douglas' blood, My castles are my King's alone,

I thought to slay him where he stood. From turret to foundation stone

'Tis pity of him, too,” he cried : The hand of Douglas is his own;

"Bold can he speak, and fairly, ride, And never shall in friendly grasp

I warrant him a warrior cried.
The hand of such as Marmion clasp."--

With this his mandate he recalls,
XIV.

And slowly seeks his castle halls.
Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire

XVI. And shook his very frame for ire,

The day in Marmion's journey wore, And—“This to me !" he said,

Yet, ere his passion's gust was o'er, "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard,

They crossed the heighıs of Stanrig-moor. Such hand as Marmion's had not spared

His troop more closely there he scann'd, To cleave the Douglas' head !

And missed the Palmer from the band. And, first, I tell thee haughty peer,

* Palmer or not,” young Blount did say, He, who does England's message here

"He parted at the peep of day; Although the meanest in her state,

Good sooth, it was in strange array."May well, proud Angus, be thy mate:

"In what array ?" said Marmion, quick. And, Douglas, more I tell thee here,

"My lord, I ill can spell the trick; E'en in thy pitch of pride,

But all night long, with clink and bang, Here, in thy hole, thy vassals near,

Close to my couch did hammers clang; (Nay, never look upon your lord,

At dawn the falling drawbridge rang, And lay your hands upon your sword)

And, from a loop-hole while | peep, I tell thee, thou’rt defied!

Old Bell-the-cat came from the keep, And if thou said'st I am not peer

Wrapped in a gown of sables fair, To any lord in Scotland here,

As fearful of the morning air ; Lowland or highland, far or near,

Beneath, when that was blown aside, Lord Angus, thou hast lied !"-+

A rusty shirt of mail 1 spied, On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage

By Archibald won in bloody work, O’ercame the ashen hue of age :

Against the Saracen and Turk: Fierce he broke forth, -"And darest thou then Last night it hung not in the hall; To beard the lion in his den,

I thought some marvel would befall The Douglas in his ball ?

And next I saw them saddled lead And hopest thou hence unscathed to go ?-

Old Cheviot forth, the earl's best steed;
No, by St. Bride of Bothwell, no!-,

A matchless horse, though something old,
Up drawbridge, grooms--what, warder, ho! Prompt in his paces, cool and bold.
Let the portcullis fall.”—

I heard the sheriff Sholio say,
Lord Marmion turned, -well was his need,

The Earl did much the master pray And dashed the rowels in his steed,

To use him on the battle day; Like arrow through the arch-way sprung,

But he preferred”—“Nay, Henry, cease! The ponderous grate behind him rung:

Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace. To pass there was such scanty room,

Eustace, thou bear'st a brain-I pray,
The bars, descending, razed his plume.

What did Blount see at break of day ?"-
XV.

XVII.
The steed along the drawbridge flies,

"In brief, my lord, we both descried Just as it trembled on the rise ;

(For then I stood by Henry's side) Nor lighter does the swallow skim

The Palmer mount, and outwards ride, Along the smooth lake's level brim:

Upon the Earl's own favourite steed; And when Lord Marmion reached his band, All sheathed he was in armour bright, He halts, and turns with clenched hand,

And much resembled that same knight, And shout of loud defiance pours,

Subdued by you in Cotswold fight : And shook his gauntlet at the towers.

Lord Angus wished him speed.""Horse ! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase!" The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke, But soon he reined his fury's pace:

A sudden light on Marmion broke ;* MS.-("Unmeet they be to harbour here."]

taken from him his head, dispone upon the body as ye please;' + (MS. -"False Douglas, thou bast lied.")

and with that called for his horse, and leaped thereon; and when 1 This ebullition of violence in the potent Earl of Angus is he was on horseback, he said to be Earl on this manner, My not without its example in the real history of the house of Dou-lord, if I live. you shall be rewarded for your labours, that you glas, whose chieftains possessed the feroeity, with the heroic have used at this time, according to your demerits.' virtucs, of a savage state. The most curious instance occurred " At this saying the Earl was highly offended, and cried for in the case of Maclellan, Tutor of Bombay, who, having refused horse. Sir Patrick, seeing the Earl's fury, spurred his horse, but to acknowledge the pre-eminence claimed by Douglas over the he was chased near Edinburgh ere they left him: and had it not gentlemen and Barons of Galloway, was seized and imprisoned been his led horse was so tried and good, he had been taken." by the Earl, in his castle of the Thrieve, on the borders of Kirk --PITSCOTTIE's History, P: 39. cudbrightshire. Sir Patrick Gray, commander of King James tho $ Lest the reader should partake of the Earl's astonishment, Second's guard, was uncle to the Tutor of Bombay, and obtained and consider the crime as inconsistent with the manners of the from the King a "sweet letter of supplication," praying the Earl period, I have to remind him of the merous forgeries (partly to deliver bis prisoner into Gray's hand. When sir Patrick ar executed by a female assistant) devised by Robert of Artois, to rived at the castle, he was received with all thy honour due to a forward his suit against the Countess Matilda ; which, being defavourite servant of the King's household ; but while he was attected, occasioned his flight into England, and proved the remote dinner, the Earl, who suspected his errand, caused his prisoner cause of Edward the Third's memorable wars in France. John to be led forth and beheaded. Aner dinner, Sir Patrick presented Harding, also, was expressly hired by Edward IV. to forge such the King's letter to the Earl, who received it with great affecta. documents as might appear to establish the claim of fealty ution of reverence ; "and took him by the hand, and led him forth serted over Scotland by the English monarchs. to the graen, where the gentleman was lying dead, and showed 11 (MS. -" Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine hin the manner, and said, 'Sir Patrick, you are come a little too

Could never pen a written line, Inte; yonder is your sister's son lying, but he wants the head :

So swear I, and I swear it still, take his body, and do with it what you will.'--Sir Patrick

Let brother Gawain fret his fill."] answered again, with a sore heart, and said, 'My lord, if ye have His eldest son, the Master of Angus.

"Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!"

By rock, by oak, by hawthorn tree, He muttered; "'Twas nor fay nor ghost,

Troop after troop are disappearing; I met upon the moonlight wold,

Troop after troop their banners rearing, But living man of earthly mould.

Upon the eastern bank you see. O dotage blind and gross !

Still pouring down the rocky den, Had I but fought as wont, one thrust

Where flows the sullen Till, Had laid De Wilton in the dust

And rising from the dim wood glen, My path no more to cross.-.

Standards on standards, men on men, How stand we now ?-he told his tale

In slow succession still, To Douglas; and with some avail ;

And, sweeping o'er the Gothic arch, 'Twas therefore gloomed his rugged brow. And pressing on, in ceaseless march, Will Surrey dare to entertain,

To gain the opposing hill. 'Gainst Marmion, charge disproved and vain ? That morn, to many a trumpet-clang, Small risk of that, I trow.

Twisel! thy rock's deep echo rang; Yet Clare's sharp questions must I shun;

And many a chief of birth and rank, Must separate Constance from the nun

Saint Helen! at thy fountain drank. O what, a tangled web we weave,

Thy hawthorn glade, which now we see When first we practise to deceive

In spring-tide bloom so lavishly, A Palmer too !--no wonder why

Had then from many an axe its doom,
I felt rebuked beneath his eye:

To give the marching columns room.
I might have known there was but one,
Whose look could quell Lord Marmion.

XX.
XVIII.

And why stands Scotland idly now,
Stung with these thoughts, he urged to speed

Dark Flodden! on thy airy brow, His troop, and reached, at eve, the Tweed,

Since England gains the pass the while, Where Lennel's conveni* closed their march;

And struggles through the deep defile? (There now is left but one frail arch,

What checks the fiery soul of James ? Yet mourn thou not its cells;

Why sits that champion of the dames Our time a fair exchange has made;

Inactive on his steed, Hard by, in hospitable shade,

And sees, beiween him and his land, A reverend pilgrim dwells,

Between him and Tweed's southern strand, Well worth the whole Bernardine brood,

His host Lord Surrey lead ? That e'er wore sandal, frock, or hood.)

What vails the vain knight-errant's brand ?Yel did saint Bernard's Abbot there

0, Douglas, for thy leading wand ! Give Marnion entertainment fair,

Fierce Randolph, for thy speed ! And lodging for his train and Clare.

O for one hour of Wallace wight, Next morn the Baron climbed the tower,

Or well-skilled Bruce, to rule the fight, To view afar the Scottish power,

And cry-"Saint Andrew and our right!" Encamped on Flodden edge:

Another sight had seen that morn, The while pavilions made a show,

From fate's dark book a leaf been torn, Like remnants of the winter snow

And Flodden had been Bannockbourne ! Along the dusky ridge.

The precious hour has passed in vain,, Long Marmion looked :-at length his eye

And England's host has gained the plain ; Unusual movement might descry,

Wheeling their march, and circling still, Amid the shifting lines :

Around the base of Flodden-hill. The Scottish host drawn out appears,

XXI. For, flashing on the hedge of

spears

Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye, s
The eastern sunbeam shines.
Their front now deepening, now extending;

Fitz-Eustace shouted loud and high, --

"Hark! hark! my lord, an English drum! Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending,

And see, ascending squadrons come Now drawing back, and now descending,

Between Tweed's river and the hill, The skilful Marmion well could know,

Foot, horse, and cannon :-hap what hap, They watched the motions of some foe,

My basnet to a 'prentice cap,
Whó traversed on the plain below.

Lord Surrey's o'er the Till!-
XIX.

Yet more! yet more! how far arrayed
Even so it was. From Flodden ridge

They file from out the hawthorn shade,
The Scots beheld the English host

And sweep so gallant by !!!
Leave Barmore-wood, their evening post, With all their banners bravely spread,
And heedful watched them as they crossed

And all their armour flashing high,
The Till by Twisel Bridge.

Saint George mighi waken from the dead, High sight it is, and haughty, while

To see fair England's standards fly." They dive into the deep defile;

“Stint in thy prate,” quoth Blount, " thou'dst Beneath the caverned cliff they fall,

best, Beneath the castle's airy wall.

And listen to our lord's behest."-1 • This was a Cistertian house of religion, now almost en. tage while struggling with these natural obstacles. I know not tirely demolished. Lennel House is now the residence of my if we are to impute James's forbearance to want of military skill, Federable friend, Patrick Brydone, Esquire, so well known in the or to the romantic declaration which Pitscottie puts in his mouth, literary world. It is situated near Coldstream, almost opposite " that he was determined to have his enemies before him on a to Conhill, and consequently very near to Flodden Field. plain field," and therefore would suffer no interruption to be given, als From this period to the conclusion of the poem. Mr. even by artillery, to their passing the river. Scott's genius, so long overclouded, bursts forth in full lustre, and

The ancient bridge of Twisel, by which the English crossed the eran transcends itself. It is impossible to do him justice by making till, is still standing beneath Twisel Castle, a splendid pile of extracts, when all is equally attractive -- Monthly Revício. Gothic architecture, as now rebuilt by Sir Francis Blake, Bart.,

1 On the evening previous to the memorable battle of Flodilen, whose extensive plantations have so much improved the country Sarey's headquarters were al Barmoor Wood, and King James around. The glen is romantic and delightful, with steep banks held an inaccessible position on the ridge of Flodden-bill, one of on each side, covered with conse, particularly with hawthorn, the last and lowest erinences detached from the ridge of Cheviot.

Beneath a tall rock, near the bridge, is a plentiful fountain, called The Till, a deep and slow river, winded between the armies. On St. Helen's Well. the morning of the 9th September, 1513, Surrey marched in a SIMS.-" Ere first they met Lord Marmion's eye.") Dorth-westerly direction, and crossed the Till, with his van and HMS. "And all go sweeping by.") artillery. at Twisel-bridge, nigh where that river joins the Tweed, 1 * 'The speeches of Squire Blount are a great deal too unpohis rear-guard column passing about a mile higher, by a ford | lished for a noble youth aspiring to knighthood. On two occaThis movement had the demble effect of placing his army bezweensions, to specify no more, he addresses bis brother squire in these Kin: James and his supplies from Scotland, and of striking the cacucphoneus lines -Seottish monarch with surprise, as he seems to have relied on the

St. Anton fire thee! wilt thou stand depth of the river in his front. But as the passage, both over the All day with bonnet in thy hand;' tendee and through the ford, was difficult and slow, it seems pos. And, tible that the English might have been attacked to great advan 'Stint in thy prate,' quoth Blount, 'thou'dst best, Post Edition --Mr. Brydone bas been many years dead, 1825.

And listen to our lord', behest.'

With kindling brow Lord Marmion said

That, on a hillock standing lone, “This instant be our band arrayed;

Did all the field command.
The river must be quickly crossed,
That we may join Lord Surrey's host.

XXIII.
If fight King James, -as well I trust,

Hence might they see the full array That fight he will, and fight he must,

Of either host, for deadly fray ;t The Lady Clare behind our lines

Their marshalled lines stretched east and west, I Shall tarry, while the battle joins."

And fronted north and south,

And distant salutation past
XXII.

From the loud cannon mouth;
Himself he swift on horseback threw,

Not in the close successive rattle, Scarce to the Abbot bade adieu ;

That breathes the voice of modern battle, Far less would listen to his prayer,

But slow and far between.To leave behind the helpless Clare,

The hillock gained, Lord Marmion staid : Down to the Tweed his band he drew,

“Here, by this cross," he gently said, And muttered, as the flood they view,

“You well may view the scene. “The pheasant in the falcon's claw,

Here shalt thou iarry, lovely Clare: He scarce will yield to please a daw :

O! think of Marmion in thy prayer! Lord Angus may the Abbot awe,

Thou will not ? --well,--no less my care So Clare shall bide with me.”

Shall. watchful, for thy weal prepare. Then on that dangerous ford, and deep,

Yon, Blount and Eustace, are her guard, Where to the Tweed Leat's eddies creep*

With ten picked archers of my train; He ventured desperately :

With England if the day go hard, And not a moment will he bide,

To Berwick speed amain.--. Till squire, or groom, before him ride;

But, if we conquer, cruel maid, Headmost of all he stems the tide,

My spoils shall at your feet be laid, And stems it gallantly.

When here we meet again.” Eustace held Clare upon her horse,

He waited not for answer there, Old Hubert led her rein,

And would not mark the maid's despair, Stoutly they braved the current's course,

Nor heed the discontented look And, though far downward driven per force,

From either squire; but spurred amain, The southern bank they gain;

And, dashing through the battle plain,
Behind them, straggling, came to shore,

His way to Surrey took.
As best they might, the train :
Each o'er his head his yew-bow bore,

XXIV.
A caution not in vain;

- The good Lord Marmion, by my life! Deep need that day that every string,

Welcome to danger's hour!By wet unharmed should sharply ring.

Short greeting serves in time of strife :A moment then Lord Marmion staid,

Thus have I ranged my power: And breathed his steed, his men arrayed,

Myself will rule this central host, Then forward moved his band,

Stout Stanley fronts their right, Until, Lord Surrey's rear-guard won,

My sons command the vaward post. He halted by a cross of stone,

With Brian Tunstall, stainless knight ;ll Noither can we be brought to admire the simple dignity of Sir wing, consisting of undisciplined Highlanders, commanded by Hugh the Heron, who thus encourageth his nephew,

Lennux and Argyle, was unable to sustain the charge of Sir By my fay,

Edward Stanley, and especially the severe execution of the Lan Well hast thou spokesay forth thy say,'”- JEFFREY.) cashire archers. The King and Surrey, who commanded the * (MS. --" Where to the Tweed Lear's tributes crep."'] respective contres of their armies, were meanwhile engaged in + The reader cannot here expect a full account of the Battle of close and dubious contiict. James, surrounded by the flower of Flodden; but, so far as is necessary to understand the romance, his kingdom, and impatient of the pulling discharge of arrows, I beg to remind him, that, when the English army, by their skilo supported alo by his reserve under Buthwell, charged with such fu countermarch, were fourly placed between King James and fury, that the standard of Surrey was in danger. At that critical bis own country, the Scottish monarch resulved to tight; and, moment, Stanley, who had routed the left wing of the Scottish, setting fire to his tents, descended from the ridge of Flodden to pursued his career of victory, and arrived on the right flank, and secure the neighbouring cininence of Brankstone, on which that in the rear of James's division, which, throwing itself into a circle, village is built. Thus the two armies met, almost without seeing disputed the battle till might came on. Surroy then drew back each other, when, according to the old poem of " Flodden Field, his forces; for the Scottish centre not having been broken, and " The English line stretch'd east and west,

their left wing being victorious, he yet doubted the event of the And south and were their faces set;

field. The Scottish army, however, felt their loss, and abandonThe Seottish northward proudly prest,

ed the field of battle in disorder, before dawn. They lost, perhaps, Aud mantly their loes they met."

from eight to ten thousand men ; but that included the very The English army advanced in four divisions. On the right. prime of their nobility, gentry, and even clergy. Scarce a family which first engazed, were the sons of Earl Surrey, namely, of eminence but has an ancestor killed at Flodden; and there is Thomas Howard, the Admiral of England, and Sir Edmund, the no province in Scotland, even at this day, where the battle is Knight Marshal of the anny. Their divisions were separated mentioned without a sensation of terror and sorrow. The Eng. from each other; but, at the request of Sir Edmund, his brother's lish lost also a great number of men, perhaps within one third of battalion was drawn very near to his own. The centre was com the vanquished, but they were of intenor note.See the only dis. manded by Surrey in personi the left wing by Sir Edward Stanley, tinct detail of the field of Fludden in l’INKERTOY'S History Book with the men of Lancashire, and of the palatinate of Chester. xi ; all former accounts being full of blunders and inconsistency: Lord Dacre, with a large body of horse, formed a reserve. When The spot froin which Clara views the battle must be supposed the kinoke, which the wind bad driven between the armies, was to have been on a hillock commanding the rear of the English somewhat dispersed, they perceived the Scots, who had moved right wing, which was defeated, and in which conflict Marmion down the hill in a similar order of battle, and in deep silence.* is supposed to have fallen, The Earls of Huntley and of Home rommanded their left wing, IIMS. - Their lines were formid, stretch'd cast and west.") and charged Sir Edmund Howard with such success, as entirely S (MS. – "Nor mark'd the lady's deep despair, to defeat his part of the English right wing. Sir Edmund's ban

Nor heeded discontented look '1 ner was beaten down, and he himself escaped with difficulty to & Sir Brian Tunstall, called in the romantic language of the his brother's division. The Admiral, however, stood tirm; and time, Tunstall the Undefiled. was one of the few Englishmen of Dacre advancing to his support with the reserve of cavalry, rank lain at Flodden. He figures in the ancient English poem, probably between the interval of the divisions commanded by the to which I may safely refor my readers; as an edition, with full brothers Howard, appear to liep kept the victors in electual explanatory notes, las been published by my friend, Mr. Henry check. Home's men, chiefly Borderurs, beran to pillage the bag. Wiber Tunstall.perhaps, derived his epithet of undefiled from fage of both sirmies; and their leader is branded by the Scottish his white armour and banner the latter bearing a white cock, historians, with negligence or treachery. On the other hand,

+ ["In 1810,214 Sir Carvia'y Harcerstone's workinen were digging in FlodHuntley, on whom they bestow many encomiums, is said, by the English historians, to have left the field atler the first charge.

den Fich, they came to a pit filled with human twee, an which some of

great extent; luul, limeiat lie sight, they immediately fillal up the excard Meanwhile the Adiniral whose lank these chiet's ollht to tion, a properlino farther. have attacked, availed himself of their inactivity, and pushed "In 1-17, Mr Ciry of Milf Milfound, near the traces of an ancient et forward against anotiver large division of the Scottish army in his campment, a short distance from Flowen Hill, a tumulus, which, ou remaving, front, headed by the Earls of Crawforil und Montrose, both of extra a very sinaular sepulchre. In the cente, a largeur was found vi hom were *lain, and their forces routed. On the left, the suc.

me in a tha aun! p li hal either ben broken to pieces by the sun cess of the English was yet more decisive : for the Scottish right

falling upon it wlendinging, ap liai gone to pieces on the ulmiesion of the tr. • " Lowuelz Earncois desredirent la montaigne at bonne ordre, en la

Thism was HITOUKya rember of celle former fint loures, in the shape

of graves, hut too small to hold the lowly in its natural Klate. The spokhrul maniere que marchent ! Allemans en parlet, ne frire nurun hrist." Gazette of the Battle, Pinkerton's History, Appendis, vol. i. p. 156.

recewes contained nothing except astes, or dust of the same kinu na that in the urn."--Sykes' Local Records, (2 vols. 8vo. 183,) vol. ii. pp. 80 and 108)

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