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"O Richard ! if my brother died,

XIII. 'Twas but a fatal chance;

BALLAD CONTINUED. For darkling was the battle tried,

'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, And fortune sped the lance.*

So blithe Lady Alice is singing;

On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side, " If pall and vair no more I wear,

Lord Richard's axe is ringing. Nor thou the crimson sheen,

Up spoke the moody Elfin King, As warm, we'll say, is the russet gray,

Who wonn'd within the hill, -7. As gay the forest-green.

Like wind in the porch of a ruin'd church,

His voice was ghostly shrill. "And, Richard, if our lot be hard,

"Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, And lost thy native land,

Our moonlight circle's screen ? Still Alice has her own Richard,

Or who comes here to chase the deer, And he his Alice Brand.”

Beloved of our Elfin Queen ?

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TH, to.
31. Dory, sorrowful.

"The third blast that young Keeldar blew,
33. Mist, snarl.

Still stood the limber fern,
But dressed.
Bell, bark.

And a wee man, of swarthy hue,
KES', combed
34. Sained, blessed ; literally, ngned

Upstarted by a cairn. Ter, the cater

with the sign of the crow. Before 2. Rth, plenty. the introduction of Christianity,

"His russet weeds were brown as beath, Penare quelled; die.

Runes were used in eaing, AS A Na, at spell against the power of enchant

That clothes the upland fell;
Aurd, behind.
ment and evil genii.

And the bair of his head was frizzly red
Bres, brave; fine.
Gaist, ghost

As the purple heather-bell. * (M&–"Twas but a midnight chance ;

An urchin, clad in prickles red,
For blindfold was the battlo plied,

Clung cow'ring to his arm;
And fortune held the lance.")

The hounds they howl'd, and backward fled, lo a long dissertation upon the Fairy Superstitions, published

As struck by fairy charm. in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, the most valuable part

“Why rises high the stag-hound's cry, of which was supplied by my learned and indefatigable friend, Dr.

Where stag-bound ne'er should be ? John Leyden, most of the circumstances are collected which can

Why wakes that horn the silent mom, throw light upon the popular belief which even yet prevails re.

Without the leave of me i'specting them in Scotland. Dr. Grahame, author of an enter

* Brown dwarf, that o'er the muirland strays, LE ing work upon the Scenery of the Perthshire Highlands, already frequently quoted, han recorded, with great accuracy, the

Thy name to Keeldar tell!'peculiar tenets held by the Highlanders on this topic, in the vici

"The Brown Man of the Muirs, who stays noty of Loch Katrine. The learned author is inclined to deduce

Beneath the heather.bell. the wbule mythology from the Druidical system,-an opinion to which there are many objections.

" "Tis sweet beneath the heather-bell

To live in autumn brown; * The Danine She', or Men of Peace of the Highlanders,

And sweet to hear the lav'rock's gwell, thaigh not absolutely malevolent, are believed to be a peevish,

Far, far from tower and town. ning race of beings, who, possessing themselves but a scanty portion of happiness, are supposed to envy mankind their more

"But wo betide the shrilling horn, cotnplete and substantial enjoyments. They are supposed to

The chase's surly cheer! enjoy, in their subterraneous recesses, a sort of shadowy happi

And ever that hunter is forlon, ness, -a tinsel grandeur ; which, however, they would willingly

Whom first at morn I hear.'' exchange for the more solid joys of mortality,

* They are believed to inhabit certain round grassy eminences, The poetical picture here given of the Duergar corresponds where they celebrate their nocturnal festivities by the light of the exactly with the following Northumbrian legend, with which I moon About a mile beyond the source of the Forth, above was lately favoured by my learned and kind friend, Mr. Surtees Lichoon, there is a place called Coirshi'an, or the Cove of the of Mainsforth, who has bestowed indefatigable labour upon the Men of Peace, which is still supposed to be a favourite place of antiquities of the English Border counties. The subject is in itther residence. In the neighbourhood, are to be seen many

selt so curious, that the length of the note will, I hope, be par. Toand conical eminences : particularly one, near the head of the doned. lake, by the skirts of wbich many are still afraid to pass after "I have oply one record to offer of the appearance of our sunset.' It is believed, that if, on Hallow.eve, any person, alone, Northumbrian Duergar. My narratrix is Elizabeth Cockburn, an for round one of these hills nine times, towards the left hand old wife of Otterton, in this county, whore credit, in a case of this Colaustrorsum) a door shall open, by which he will be admitted kind, will not, I hope, be much impeached, when I add, that she into their subterraneous abodes. Many, it is said, of mortal race, is, by her dull neighbours, supposed to be occasionally insane, but, bave been entertained in their secret recesses. There they have by herself, to be at those times endowed with a faculty of seeing been received into the most splendid apartments, and regnled visions, and spectral appearances, which sbun the common with the most sumptuous banquets, and delicious wines. Their

ken. females

surpass the daughters of men in beauty. The seeming "In the year before the great rebellion, two young men from ly happy inhabitants per their time in festivity, and in dancing Newcastle were sporting on the high moors above Elsdon, and to notes of the softest music. But unhappy is the mortal who after pursuing their game several hours, sat down to dine in a Jos in their joys, or ventures to partake of their dainties. By groen glen, near one of the mountain streams. After their rethis indulgence, he forfeits forever the society of men, and is past, the younger lad ran to the brook for water, and after stoopbound town irrevocably to the condition of Shi'ich, or Man of ing to drink, was surprised, on lifting his head again, by the

appearance of a brown dwarl, who stood on a crug covered with * A woman, as is reported in the Highland tradition, was con brackens, across the bum. This extraordinary personage did not veted, in days of yore, into the secret recesses of the Men of appear to be above half the stature of a common man, but was Peace. There she was recognised by one who had formerly becn uncommonly stout and broad-built, having the upperance of vast an ordinary mortal, but who had, by some fatality, become asso.

strength His dress was entirely brown, the colour of the brackciated with the Shi'ichs. This acquaintance, still retaining some ens, and his head covered with frizzled red hair. His countenance portion of human benevolence, warned her of her danger, and was expressive of the most savage ferocity, and his eyes glared counselled her, as she valued her liberty, to abstain from cating like a bull. It seems he addre sed the young man first, threaten. and drinking with them for a certain space of time. She com. ing him with his vengeance, for having trespassed on his demesnes, phed with the counsel of her friend; and when the period assign. and asking him if he knew in whose presence he stood? The ed was elapsed, she found herself again upon earth, restored to the youth replied, that he now supposed him to be the lord of the society of mortals. It is added, that when she examined the moors; that he offended through ignorance; and offered to bring him Hands which had been presented to her, and which had appeared the game he had killed. The dwarf was a little mollified by this Bo tempting to the eye, they were found, now that the enchant. submission, but remarked, that nothing could be more offensive to ment was removed, to consist only of the refuse of the earth." him than such an offer, as he considered the wild animals as his

subjects, and never failed to avenge their destruction. He con(MS.-"Our fairy singlet's screen.")

descended further to inform him, that he was, like himself, mortal, It has been already observed, that fairies, if not positively though of years far exceeding the lot of common humanity; and malevolent, are capricious, and easily offended." They are, like | (what I should not have had an idea on) that he hoped for salvaother proprietors of forests, peculiarly jealous of their rights of vere tion. He never, he added, fed on any thing that had life, but and renixon,

as appears from the cause of offence laken, in the lived, in the summer, on whortle-berries, and in winter, on nuts ontzinal Danish ballad. This jealousy was also an attribute of and apples, of which he had great store in the woods. Finally, the fairies seem to have succeeded, if, indeed, they are not the the northem Ducrgar, or dwarts; to many of whose distinctions he invited his new acquaintance to accompany him home, and

partake his hospitality; an offer which the youth was on the same class of beings. In the huge metrical record of German chi point of accepting, and was just going to spring across the brook, Falry, entitled the Helden-Buch, Sir Hildebrand, and the other (which if he had done, says Elizabeth, the dwarf would certainly heroes of whom it treats, are engaged in one of their most dea pe have torn him in pieces,) when his foot was arrested by the voice pale adventures, from a rash violation of the rose garden of an of his companion, who thought he had tarried long : and on look

ing round again. 'the wee brown man was fled.' The story adds, There are yet traces of a belief in this worst and most malicious that he was imprudent enough to slight the admonition, and to order of Fairies, among the Border wilde. Dr. Leyden has intro sport over the moors on his way homewards : but soon after his duced such a dwarf into his ballad, entitled the Cout of Keeldar, return, he fell into a lingering disorder, and died within the and has not forgot his characteristic detestation of the chase.

Peace.

P. 107-111

Enfin, or Dwarf King.

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Or who may dare on wold to wear

The stain of thine own kindly blood, The fairie's fatal green ?*

The blood of Ethert Brand." "Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie,

Then forward stepp'd she, Alice Brand, For thou wert christend man ;t

And made the holy sign, For cross or sign thou wilt not fly,

And if there's blood on Richard's hand, For mutter'd word or ban.

A spotless hand is mine. "Lay on him the curse of the wither'd heart,

"And I conjure thee, demon elf, The curse of the sleepless eye;

By Him whom demons fear,
Till he wish and pray that his life would part, To show us whence thou art thyself,
Nor yet find leave to die."

And what thine errand here ?!!
XIV.

XV.
PALLAD CONTINUED.

BALLAD CONTINUED.
'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood,
Though the birds have still'd their singing;

'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in Fairy-land,

When fairy birds are singing,
The evening blaze doth Alice raise,
And Richard is fagots bringing.

When the court doth ride by their monarch's side,

With bit and bridle ringing: Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf,

* And gayly shines the Fairy-landBefore Lord Richard stands,

But all is glistening show, And, as he cross'd and bless'd' himself,

Like the idle gleam that December's beam "I fear not sign,' quoth the grisly elf,

Can dart on ice and snow. "That is made with bloody hands.' But out then spoke she, Alice Brand,

"And fading, like that varied gleam, That woman void of fear,

Is our inconstant shape, "And if there's blood upon his hand,

Who now like knight and lady seem, "Tis but the blood of deer."

And now like dwarf and ape. "Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood ! "It was between the night and day, It cleaves unto his hand,

When the Fairy King has power, * Ag the Daoine Shi', or Men of Peace, wore green habits, was henceforth enabled to see every thing as it really passed in they were supposed to take offence when any mortals ventured to their secret abodes :-She saw every object, not as she bitberto assume their favourite colour. Indeed, from some reason, which had done, in deceptive splendour and elegance, but in its genuine has been, perhaps, originally a general superstition, green is held colours and form. The gaudy ornaments of the apartment were in Scotland to be unlucky to particular tribes and counties. The reduced to the walls of a gloomy cavern. Soon after, havine disCaithness men, who hold this belief, allege, as a reason, that charged her office, she was dismissed to her own home. Still, their bands wore that colour when they were cut off at the battle however, she retained the faculty of seeing, with her medicated of Flodden; and for the same reason they avoid crossing the Ord eye, every thing that was done, any where in her presence, by the on a Monday, being the day of the week on which their ill. deceptive art of the order. One day, amidst a throng of people, omened array set forth. Green is also disliked by those of the she chanced to observe the Shi'ich, or man of peace, in whose name of Ogilvy ; but more especially is it held fatal to the whole possession she had left her child ; though to every other eye inclan of Grahame. It is remembered of an aged gentleman of visible. Prompted hy matemal affection, she inadvertently acthat name that when his horse fell in a fox-chase, he accounted costed him, and began to inquire after the welfare of her child. for it at once, by observing, that the whip-cord attached to his The man of peace, astonished at being thus recognised by one of lash was of this unlucky colour.

mortal race, demanded how she had been enabled to discover + The Elves were supposed greatly to envy the privileges ac- him. Awed by the terrible frown of his countenance, she acquired by Christian initiation, and they gave to those mortals who knowledged what she had done. He spat in her eye, and er had fallen into their power, a certain precedence, founded upon tinguished it for ever."-GRAHAME'S Sketches. p. 116-118. liis this advantageous distinction. Tamlano, in the old ballad, de- very remarkable, that this story, translated by Dr. Grahame from Aeribes his own rank in the fairy procession :

popular Gaelic tradition, is to be found in the Otia Imperialia of "For I ride on a milk-white steed,

Gervase of Tilbury.* A work of great interest miglit be compiled And aye nearest the town :

upon the origin of popular fiction, and the transmission of similar Because I was a christen'd knight,

tales from age to age, and from country to country. The my They give me that renown."

thology of une period would then appear to pass into the romance I presume, that, in the Danish ballad of the Elfin Gray, (page of the next century, and that into the nursery-tale of the subse464.) the obstinacy of the “ Weiest Elf," who would not fee for quent ages. Such an investigation, while it went greatly to dierors or sign, is to be derived from the circumstance of his having minish our ideas of the richness of human invention, would also been "christen'd man."

show, that these fictions, however wild and childish, possess How eager the Elves were to obtain for useir offapring the pre-such charms for the populace, as enable them to penetrate into rrigatives of Christinnity, will be proved by the following story: countries unconnected by manners and language, and having no * In the district called Huga, in Iceland, dwelt a nobleman called apparent intercourse, to afford the means of transmission. Sigward Forster, who had an intrigue with one of the subtera. would carry me far beyond my bounds, to produce instanees of nern females. The elf becaine pregnant, and exicted frim her this community of fable, among nations who never borrowed from lover a firm promise that he would procure the baptism of the in each other any thing intrinsically worth learning. Indeed, the fant. At the appointed time, the mother came to the churchyard, wide diffusion of popular fictions may be compared to the facility on the wall of which she placed a golden cun, and a stole for the with which straws and feathers are dispersed abroad by the wind, priest, agreeable to th custom of making an offering at baptism. while valuable metals cannot be transported without trouble and She then stood a little apart. When the priest left the church, he labour. There lives, I believe, only one gentleman, whose up: ioquired the meaning of what he saw. and demanded of Sigward, limited acquaintance with this subject might enable him to do it if he avowed himself the father of the child. But Sigward, justice ; I mean my friend Mr. Francis

Douce, of the British

Mu ashamed of the connexion, denied the paternity. He was then seum, whose usual kindness will, I hope, pardon my mentioning interrogated if he desired that the child should be baptized; but his name, while on a subject so closely connected with his exthis also he answered in the negative, lest, by such request, he tensive and curious researches. should admit himself to be the father. On which the child was left untouched and unbaptized. Whereupon the mother, in ex. [This story is still current in the moon of Staffordshire, and adaptal by the treme wrath, snatched up the infant and the cup, and retired, peasantry to their own meridian. I have repeatedly heard it told, exactly as leaving the priestly cope, of which fragments are still in preser. here, by rustics who could not read. My last authority was e nailer near vation. But this female denounced and imposed upon Sigward,

Cheadle.-R. Jamieson. 1 and his posterity, to the ninth generation, a singular disease, with

[One other legend, in a similar strain, lately cornmunicated by a very in which many of his descendants are afflicted at this day." Thus

telligent young lady, is given, principally because it furnishes an opportonity wrote Einar Dudmond, pastor of the parish of Garpsdale, in Ice

of pursuing an ingenious idea suggested by Mr. Scott, in one of his learned

noles to the Lady of the Lake: land, a man profoundly versed in learning, from whose manuscript " A young man roaming one day through the forest, obwerved a number of it was ertracted by the learned Torfæus.--Historia Hron, Kra- persons all dresses in green, issing from one of those round eminences which kil Hafniæ 1715. prefatio.

are commonly accounted fairy hills. Each of them in soccerCon called upon : No fact respecting Fairy land seems to be better ascertained a person by name, to fetch his horse

A caparjaone i wtea inetantly appert than the fantastic and illusory nature of their apparent pleasure

ed; they all mounted, and sallied forth into the regions of air. The Foung and splendour. It has been already noticed in the former quota

man, like Ali'aha in the Arabian Nights, ventured to pronounce the same tions from Dr. Grahame's entertaining volume, and may be con

name, and callel for his horse. The sted immediately appeared; he mounted firmed by the following Highland tradition. "A woman. whose

and was soon joined to the fairy choir. He rema nal with them for a year, new-born child had been conveyed by them into their secret

going about with them to fairs and weddings, and feuung, though it by

mortal eyes, on the victuals that were exhibited on those occasions. They had, abodes, was also carried thither hersell, to remain, however, only one day, gone to a wedding, where the cheer was abundant During the least until she should suckle her infant. She, one day, during this pe. the brilegroom sneezed. The young man, according to the usral custom riod, observed the Schi'ichs busily employed in mixing various in

said, God bless you! The fairies were offenilal at the pronunciation of this gredients in a boiling cauldron ; and, as soon as the composition

sacrel name, up-assured him, that if he dared to repeat R, they would punish was prepared, she remarked that they all carefully anointed their

him. The bridegroom angezed a second time. He repeated his blessing; they eyes with it, laying the remainder aside for future use. In a mo

threatene! more tremendous vengeance. He meezan third time: be blessed ment when they were all absent, she also attempted to anoint

him as hefore. The fairies were enraged; they tumbled him from a precipic: her eyes with the precious drug, but had time to apply it to one

but he found himeell unhurt, and was restored to the society of morals"--Dri

Grahrine's Sketches, second edition, p. 25-1.-See Note, * Fairy Supera eye only, when tho Daoine Shi' returned. But with that eyo she tions," Rob Roy.)

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That I sunk down in a sinful fray,

Too much, before, my selfish ear
And, 'twixt life and death, was snatch'd away Was idly soothed my praise to hear..
To the joyless Elfin bower.*

That fatal bait hath lured thee back, "But wist I of a woman bold,

In deathful hour, o'er dangerous track; Who thrice my brow durst sign,

And how, O how, can I atone I might regain my mortal mould,

The wreck my vanity brought on! As fair a form as thine."

One way remains--I'll tell him all-

Yes! struggling bosom, forth it shall ! She cross'd him once she cross'd him twice Thou, whose light folly bears the blame, That lady was so brave;

Buy thine own pardon with thy shame! The fouler grew his goblin hue,

But first-my father is a man The darker grew the cave.

Outlaw'd and exiled, under þan; She cross'd him thrice, that lady bold;

The price of blood is on his head, He rose beneath her hand

With me 'twere infamy to wed. -The fairest knight on Scottish mould,

Still wouldst thou speak ?-then hear the truth! Her brother, Ethert Brand !

Fitz-James, there is a noble youth,-

If yet he is !-exposed for me Merry it is in good greenwood,

And mine to dread extremityWhen the mavis and merle are singing,

Thou hast the secret of my heart; But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray

Forgive, be generous, and depart!"
When all the bells were ringing.

XVIII.
XVI.

Fitz-James knew every wily train
Just as the minstrel sounds were staid,

A lady's fickle heart to gain, A stranger climb'd the steepy glade:

But here he knew and felt them vain. His martial step, his stately mien,

There shot no glance from Ellen's eye, His hunting suit of Lincoln green,

To give her steadfast speech the lie; His eagle glance, remembrance claims

In maiden confidence she stood, 'Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 'tis James Fitz-James.

Though mantled in her cheek the blood, Ellen beheld as in a dream,

And told her love with such a sigh Then, starting, scarce suppress'd a scream : Of deep and hopeless agony, "O stranger! in such hour of fear,

As death had seal'd her Malcolm's doom, What evil hap has brought thee here ?" —

And she sat sorrowing on his tomb. An evil hap how can it be,

Hope vanish'd from Fitz-James's eye, That bids me look again on thee?

But not with hope fled sympathy. By promise bound, my former guide

He proffer'd to attend her side, Met me betimes this morning uide,

As brother would a sister guide.And marshall’d, over bank and bourne,

"O! little know'st thou Roderick's heart! The happy path of my return.”

Safer for both we go apart. "The happy path !- what! said he naught O haste thee, and from Allan learn,, Of war, of battle to be fought,

If thou mayst trust yon wily kern.' Of guarded pass ?"-"No, by my faith!

With hand upon his forehead laid, Nor saw I aught could auger scathe.”—

The conflict of his mind to shade, "Oh haste thee, Allan, to the kern,

A parting step or two he made ;
-Yonder his tartans I discern;
Learn thou his purpose, and conjure

Then, as some thought had cross'd his brain,

He paused, and turn'd, and came again.
That he will guide the stranger sure!
What prompted thee, unhappy man?

XIX.
The meanest serf in Roderick's clan

“Hear, lady, yet, a parting word ! Had not been bribed by love or fear,

It chanced in fight that my poor sword Unknown to him to guide thee here."

Preserved the life of Scotland's lord.

This ring the grateful monarch gave, s
XVII.

And bade, when I had boon to crave, "Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be,

To bring it back, and boldly claim Since it is worthy care from thee:

The recompense that I would name. Yet life I hold bur idle breath,

Ellen, I am no courtly lord, When love or honour's weigh'd with death.

But one who lives by lance and sword, Then let me profit by my chance,

Whose castle is his helm and shield, And speak my purpose bold at once.

His lordship the embattled field. I come to bear ihee from a wild,

What from a prince can I demand, Where ne'er before such blossom smiled;

Who neither reck of state nor land ? By this soft hand to lead thee far

Ellen, thy hand-the ring is thine ;l! From frantic scenes of feud and war.

Each guard and usher knows the sign. Near Bochastle my horses wait;t

Seek thou the king without delay ; They bear us soon to Stirling gate.

This signet shall secure thy way; I'll place thee in a lovely bower,

And claim thy suit, whate'er it be, I'll guard thee like a tender flower"

As ransom of his pledge to me. "O! hush, Sir Knight!'twere female arı,

He placed the golden circlet on, To say I do not read thy heart;

Paused-kiss'd her hand-and then was gone.

. The subjects of Fairy-land were recruited from the regions of humanity by a sort of crimping system, which extended to adulte as well as to infants. Many of those who were in this world supposed to have discharged the debt of nature, had onl Decorne denizens of the "Londe of Faery." In the beautiful Fairy Romance of Orfee and Heurodis (Orpheus and Eurydice) in the Auchioleck MS. is the following striking enumeration of per sons tbus aletracted from middle earth. Mr. Ritson unfortu. Dately published this romance from a copy in which the following and many other highly poetical passages do not occur :

* Then he gan bilolde about al,
And seiche ful liggeand with in the wal,
or folk that wer thidder y-brought,
And thought dede and nere nought;
Some stode with outen hadde ;
And eum none armes nade;
And sum thurch the bodi hadde wounde :
And sur lay wode y bounde;
And sur armned on hors sele;

And sum astrangled as thai ete ;
And sum war in water adreynt ;
And sum with fire al forschreynt ;
Wives ther luy on childe bedde ;
Sum dede, and sum a wedde ;
And wonder fele ther lay besides.
Right as thai slepe her undertides
Eche was thus in the warld y-nome,

With fairi thider y.come."
(M8.-" By Cambusmore my horses wait.")
: (MS.-"Was idly fond thy praise to hear.")
SIMS.-" This ring of gold the monarch gave.")
h (MS.- Permit this hand-the ring is thine.")
1 (MS. "Seek thou the King, and on thy knee

Put forth thy suit, whate'er it be,
As ransom of his pledge to me:
My name and this shall make thy way."
He put the little signet on.")

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The aged Minstrel stood aghast,

"'Tis Blanche of Devan,” Murdoch said, $ So hastily Fitz-James shot past.

A crazed and captive Lowland maid, He join'd his guide, and wending down

Ta'en on the morn she was a bride, The ridges of the mountain brown,

When Roderick foray'd Devan-side. Across the stream they took their way,

The gay bridegroom resistance made,
That joins Loch Katrine to Achray.

And felt our Chief's unconquer'd blade.
XX.

1 marvel she is now at large, All in the Trosach's glen was still,

But oft she 'scapes from Maudlin's charge.Noontide was sleeping on the hill :

Hence, brain-sick fool !"—He raised his bow;Sudden his guide whoop'd loud and high

Now, if thou strikest her but one blow, "Murdoch! was that a signal cry?”—

I'll pitch thee from the cliff as far He stammer'd forth, -- "I shout iv scare*

As ever peasant pitch'd a bar !"Yon raven from his dainty fare."

"Thanks, champion, thanks!" the Maniac cried, He look'd-he knew the raven's prey,

And press'd her to Fitz-James's side. His own brave steed :-"Ah! gallant gray!

See the gray pennons I prepare, Il For thee-for me, perchance-twere well

To seek my true-love through the air! We ne'er had seen the Trosach's dell.-

I will not lend that savage groom, Murdoch, move first-but silently;

To break his fall, one downy plume! Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die!"

No!-deep amid disjointed stones, Jealous and sullen on they fared,

The wolves shall batten on his bones,
Each silent, each upon his guard.

And then shall his detested plaid,
XXI.

By bush and brier in mid air staid,
Now wound the path its dizzy ledge

Wave forth a banner fair and free, Around a precipice's edge,

Meet signal for their revelry.”. When lo! a wasted feinale form,

XXIV. Blighted by wrath of sun and storm,

* Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still !" In tatter'd' weeds and wild array,t

"O! thou look'st kindly, and I will.Stood on a cliff beside the way,

Mine eye has dried and wasted been, And glancing round her restless eye,

But still it loves the Lincoln green; Upon the wood, the rock, the sky,

And, though mine ear is all unstrung,
Seem'd naught to mark, yet all to spy.

Sull, still it loves the Lowland tongue.
Her brow was wreath'd with gaudy broom;
With gesture wild she waved a plume

"For O my sweet William was forester true, * Of feathers, which the eagles fling

He stole poor Blanche's heart away! To crag and cliff from dusky wing;

His coat it was all of the greenwood hue, Such spoils her desperate step had sought,

And so blithely he trill'd the Lowland lay! Where scarce was footing for the goat.

“It was not that I meant to tell... The tartan plaid she first descried,

But thou art wise, and guessest well." And shriek till all the rocks replied;

Then in a low and broken tone,
As loud she laugh'd when near ihey drew,

And hurried note, the song went
For then the Lowland garb she knew;
And then her hands she wildly wrung,

Still on the clansman, fearfully

She fix'd her apprehensive eye;
And then she wept, and then she sung-
She sung !-the voice in better time,

Then turn'd it on the Knight, and then
Perchance to harp or lute might chime;

Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen. And now, though strain'd and roughen'd, still

XXV. Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill.

"The toils are pitch'd, and the stakes are set,
XXII.

Ever sing merrily, merrily;
SONG.

The bows they bend, and the knives they whet, They bid me sleep, they bid me pray,

Hunters live so cheerily. They say my brain is warp'd and rung

"It was a stag, a stag of ten, tt I cannot sleep on Highland brae,

Bearing his branches sturdily; I cannot pray in Highland tongue.

He came stately down the glen, But were I now where Allant glides,

Ever sing hardily, hardily. Or heard my native Devan's tides,

"It was there he met with a wounded doe, So sweetly would I rest, and pray That Heaven would close my wintry day!

She was bleeding deathfully;

She warn’d him of the toils below, 'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid, They made me to the church repair ;

0, so faithfully, faithfully! It was my bridal morn they said,

"He had an eye, and he could heed, And my true love would meet me there.

Ever sing warily, warily;, But wo betide the cruel guile,

He had a foot, and he could speedThat drown'd in blood the morning smile!

Hunters watch so narrowly.”+1 And wo betide the fairy dream!

XXVI.
I only waked to sob and scream.

Fitz-James's mind was passion-toss'd,
XXIII.

When Ellen's hints and fears were lost; “Who is this maid? what means her lay?

But Murdoch's shout suspicion wrought, She hovers o'er the hollow way,

And Blanche's song conviction brought.And flutters wide her mantle gray,

Not like a stag that spies the snare, As the lone heron spreads his wing:

But lion of the hunt aware, By twilight, o'er a haunted spring.'

Deep, deep 'mid yon disjointed stones, - (MS.-" He stammer'd forth confused reply:

The wolf shall batten on his bones." 'Saxon, } 1 shouted but to scare

** (MS.--"Sweet William was a woodsman true,
Sir Knight,

He stole poor Blanche's heart away!
Yon raven from his dainty fare.""

His coat was of the forest hue, ! (MS.-: Wrapp'd in a tatter'd mantle gray.")

And sweet he sung the Lowland lay.") The Allan and Devan are two beautiful streams, the latter

++ Having ten branches on his antlers. celebrated in the poetry of Burns, which descend from the hills

11 ["No machinery can be conceived more clumsy for effect; of Perthshire into the great carse, or plain of Surling.)

ing the deliverance of a distressed here than the introduction of (MS.-". A Saxon born, a crazy maid

a mad woman, who, without knowing or caning about the want 'Tis Blanche of Devan,' Murdoch said.")

derer, warns him. dy a song, to take care of the ambush that was 1 (MS.--" With thee these pennons will I share.

bet for him. The maniacs of poetry have indeed had a presente Then seek my true love through the air.")

but it is rather a rash extension of this privilege to make them

tive right to be musical, since the days of Ophelia downwards; (MS.-"But I'll not lend that savage groom,

sing good sense, and to make sensible

people be guided by them.” To break his fall, one downy plume!

- JEFFREY.)

He waved at once his blade on high,

A lock from Blanche's tresses fair *Disclose thy treachery, or die!"

He blended with her bridegroom's hair; Forth at full speed the Clansman flew,*

The mingled braid in blood he dyed, But in his race his bow he drew.

And placed it on his bonnet-side: The shaft just grazed Fitz-James's crest,

"By Him whose word is truth! I swear, And thrill'd in Blanche's faded breast,

No other favour will I wear, Murdoch of Alpine! prove thy speed,

Till this sad token I imbrue For ne'er had Alpine's son such need!

In the best blood of Roderick Dhu! With heart of fire and foot of wind,

- But hark! what means yon faint halloo ! The fierce avenger is behind !

The chase is up, - but they shall know, Fate judges of the rapid strife

The stag at bay's a dangerous foe.'' The forfeit death-the prize is life!

Barr’d from the known but guarded way, Thy kindred ambush lies before,

Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray, Close couch'd upon the heathery moor:

And oft must change his desperate track, Them couldst thou reach !-it may not be-

By stream and precipice turn d back. Thine ambush'd kin thou ne'er shalt see,

Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length, The fiery Saxon gains on thee!

From lack of food and loss of strength, -Resistless speeds the deadly thrust,

He couch'd him in a thicket hoar,
A: lightning strikes the pine to dust;

And thought his toils and perils o'er :-
With foot and hand Fitz-James must strain, "Of all my rash adventures past,
Ere he can win his blade again.

This frantic feat must prove the last!
Bent o'er the fall'n, with falcon eye,

Who e'er so mad but might have guess'd, He grimly smiled to see him die;

That all this Highland hornet's nest Then slower wended back his way,

Would muster up in swarms so soon Where the poor maiden bleeding lay.

As e'er they heard of bands at Doune?

Like bloodhounds now they search me out,XXVII.

Hark, to the whistle and the shout! She sate beneath the birchen-tree,

If farther through the wilds I go, Her elbow resting on her knee;

I only fall upon the foe : She had withdrawn the fatal shaft,

I'll couch me here till evening gray, And gazed on it, and feebly laugh'd;

Then darkling try my dangerous way.Her wreath of broom and feathers gray,

XXIX. Daggled with blood, beside her lay.

The shades of eve come slowly down, The Knight to stanch the life-stream tried,

The woods are wrapt in deeper brown, “Stranger, it is in vain !" she cried. " This hour of death has given me more

The owl awakens from her dell,

The fox is heard upon the fell ;
O reason's power than years before ;
For, as these ebbing veins decay,

Enough remains of glimmering light

To guide the wanderer's steps aright, My frenzied visions fade away.

Yet not enough from far to show
A helpless injured wretch I die, s

His figure to the watchful foe.
And something tells me in thine eye,
That thou wert mine avenger born.-

With cautious step, and ear awake,

He climbs the crag and threads the brake; Seest thou this tress?-0! still I've worn

And not the summer solstice, there,
This little tress of yellow hair,

Temper'd the midnight mountain air,
Through danger, frenzy, and despair !
It once was bright and clear as thine,

But every breeze that swept the wold,
But blood and tears have dimm'd its shine.

Benumb'd his drenched limbs with cold.

In dread, in danger, and alone, I will not tell thee when 'twas shred,

Famish'd and chill'd, through ways unknown, Nor from what guiltless victim's head

Tangled and steep, he journey'd on;
My brain would turn !--but it shall wavell
Like plumage on thy helmet brave,

Till, as a rock's huge point he turn'd,
Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain,

A watch-fire close before him burn'd. And thou wilt bring it me again.

XXX. I waver still.-0 God! more bright

Beside its embers red and clear, ** Let reason beam her parțing light !

Bask'd, in his plaid, a mountaineer ; 0! by thy knighthood's honoured sign,

And up he sprung with sword in hand, And for thy life preserved by mine,

* Thy name and purpose ! Saxon, stand !".--When thou shalt see a darksome man,

A stranger.' What dost thou require ?"Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's clan,

"Rest and a guide, and food and fire. With tartans broad and shadowy plume,

My life's beset, my path is lost, And hand of blood, and brow of gloom,

The gale has chill'd my limbs with frost."Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong,

Art thou a friend to Roderick ?"-"No." And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong!

"Thou darest not call thyself a foe?"They watch for thee by pass and fell..

"I dare! to him and all the bandit Avoid the path ...0 God!... farewell."

He brings to aid his murderous hand.”

"Bold words !-but, though the beast of game XXVIII.

The privilege of chase may claim, A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James ;

Though space and law the sťag we lend, Fast pour’d his eyes at pity's claims,

Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, And now, with mingled grief and ire,

Who ever reck'd, where, how, or when, He saw the murder d maid expire.

The prowling fox was trapp'd or slain ?11. "God, in my need, be my relief, T

Thus treacherous scouts, - yet sure they lie, As I wreak this on yonder Chief!"

Who say thou camest a secret spy!"* [MS.-"Forth at full speed the Clansman went ;

** (MS.-"By the decaying flame was laid
But in his race his bow he bent,

A warrior in his Highland plaid."']
Halted-and back an arrow sent.")

tt (MS.-"I dare! to him and all the swarm
"It may not be

He brings to aid his murderous arm.")
The fiery Saxon gains on thee,

1: St. John actually used this illustration when engaged in conThine ambush'd kin thou ne'rr shalt see!

futing the plea of law proposed for the unfortunate Earl of StrafResistless as the lightning's flame.

ford: “It was true, we gave laws to hares and deer, because they The thrust betwixt his shoulder came.")

are beasts of "hase: but it was never accounted either cruelty or : (MS.-" Then o'er him hung, with falcon eye,

foul play to knock foxes or wolves on the head as they can be And grimly smild to see him die.

found, because they are beasts of prey. In a word, the law and (MS.-"* A guiltless injured wretch I die.'')

humanity were alike; the one being more fallacious, and the (M8.-" Put now, my champion, -it shall wave.")

other more barbarous, than in any age had been vented in such an S[M8.-"God in my need, to me be true,

authority."-CLARENDON'S History of the Rebellion Oxford, As I wreak this on Roderick Dhu.")

1702, fol. vol. P. 183.

+ (MS.

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