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Oft, by the Pringle's haunted side,
The shepherd sees his spectre glide.
And near the spot that gave me name,
The moated mound of Risingham,*
Where Reed upon her margin sees
Sweet Woodburne's cottages and trees,
Some ancient sculptor's art has shown
An outlaw's image on the stone;t
Unmatch'd in strength, a giant he,
With quiver'd back,t and kirtled knee.
Ask how he died, that hunter bold,
The tameless monarch of the wold,
And age and infancy can tell,
By brother's treachery he fell.
Thus warn'd by legends of my youth,
I trust to no associate's truth.

"When last we reason'd of this deed,
Naught, I bethink me, was agreed,
Or by what rule, or when, or where,
The wealth of Mortham we should share ;
Then list, while I the portion name,
Our differing laws give each to claim.
Thou, vassal sworn to England's throne,
Her rules of heritage must own;
They deal ihee, as to nearest heir,
Thy' kinsman's lands and livings fair,
And these I yield :-do thou revere
The statutes of the Bucanier.§
Friend to the sea, and foeman sworn
To all that on her waves are borne,
When falls a mate in battle broil,
His comrade heirs his portion'd spoil;
When dies in fight a daring foe,
He claims his wealth who struck the blow;
And either rule to me assigns
Those spoils of Indian seas and mines,
Hoarded in Mortham's caverns dark;
Ingot of gold and diamond spark,
Chalice and plate from churches borne,
And gems from shrieking beauty torn,
Each string of pearl, each silver bar,
And all the wealth of Western war.
I go to search, where, dark and deep,
Those Trans-atlantic treasures sleep.
Thou must along--for, lacking thee,
The heir will scarce find entrance free;
And then farewell. I haste to try
Each varied pleasure wealth can buy;

When cloy'd each wish, these wars afford
Fresh work for Bertram's restless sword.”

An undecided answer hung
On Oswald's hesitating tongne.
Despite his craft, he heard with awe
This ruffian stabber fix the law;
While his own troubled passions veer
Through hatred, joy, regret, and fear :-
Joy'd at the soul that Bertram flies,
He grudged the murderer's mighty prize,
Hated his pride's presumptuous tone,
And fear'd to wend with him alone.
At length, that middle course to steer,
To cowardice and craft so dear,
"His charge," he said, “would ill allow
His absence from the fortress now;
WILFRID on Bertram should attend,
His son should journey with his friend."

Contempt kept Bertram's anger down,
And wreathed to savage smile his frown.
"Wilfrid, or thou,-'tis one to me,
Whichever bears the golden key.
Yet think not but I mark, and smile
To mark thy poor and selfish wile!
If injury from me you fear,
Whai, Oswald Wycliffe, shields thee here?
I've sprung from walls more high than these
I've swam through deeper streams than Tees.
Might I not stab thee, ere one yell
Could rouse the distant sentinel ?
Start not-it is not my design,
But, if it were, weak fence were thine;
And, trust me, that, in time of need,
This hand hath done more desperate deed.
Go, haste and rouse thy slumbering son:
Time calls, and I must needs be


Naught of his sire's ungenerous part
Polluted Wilfrid's gentle heart;
A heart too soft from early life
To hold with fortune needful strife.
His sire, while yet a hardier racell
Of numerous sons were Wycliffe's grace,
On Wilfrid set contemptuous brand,
For feeble heart and forceless hand;

that the family held their lande of Troughend, which are situated : (MS.-" With bow in hand," &c.) on the Reed, nearly opposite to Otterburn, for the incredible space $ The "statutes of the Bucaniers" were, in reality, more equi. of nine hundred years.

table than could have been expected from the state of society * (M3. -" Still by the spot that gave me name,

under which they had been formed. They chiefly related, as may The moated camp of Risingham,

readily be conjectured, to the distribution and the inheritance of A giant form the stranger sees,

their plunder. Half hid by rifted rocks and trees.'')

When the expedition was completed, the fund of prize-money • Risingham, upon the river Reed, near the beautiful hamlet acquired was thrown together, each party taking his oath that of Woodburn, is an ancient Roman station, formerly called Habi: he had retained or concealed no part of the common stock. It tancum. Camden says, that in his time the popular account any one transgressed in this important particular, the punishment bryre, that it had been the abode of a deity, or giant, called Ma was, his being set ashore on some desert key or island, to sbift for gon, and appeals, in support of this tradition, as well as to the himself as he could. The owners of the vessel had then their share etymology of Risingham, or Reisenham, which signifies, in Ger assigned for the expenses of the outfit. These were generally old man, the habitation of the giants, to two Roman altars taken out pirates, settled at Tobago, Jamaica, St. Domingo, or some other of the river, inscribed. Deo MoGONTI CADENORUM. About half French and English settlement. The surgeon's and carpenter's a mule distant from Risingham, upon an eminence covered with salaries, with the price of provisions and ammunition, were also scattered birch-trees and fragments of rock, there is cut upon a defrayed. Then followed the compensation due to the maimed large rock, in alto reliem, a remarkable figure, called Robin of and wounded, rated according to the damage they had sustained ; Risinghain, or Robin of Reededale. It presents a hunter, with his as six hundred pieces of eight, or six slaves, for the loss of an arm bow raised in one hand, and in the other what seems to be a hare. or leg, and so in proportion. There is a quiver at the back of the figure, and he is dressed in a " After this act of justice and humanity, the remainder of the long coat or kirtle, coming down to the knees, and meeting close, booty was divided into as many shares as there were Bucaniers. with a rindle bound round him. Dr. Horseley, who saw all mon. The commander could only lay claim to a single share, as the uments of antiquty with Roman eyes, inclines to think this fizure rest; but they complimented him with two or three, in propora Romao archer and certainly the bow is rather of the ancient tion as he had acquitted himself to their satisfaction. When size than of that which was so formidable in the hand of the Eng. the vessel was not the property of the whole company, the perlish archers of the middle ages. But the rudeness of the whole son who had fitted it out, and furnished it with necessary arms fizare prevents our founding strongly upon mere inaccuracy of and ammunition, was entitled to a third of all the prizes. Favour proportion. The popular tradition is, that it represents a giant, had never any influence in the division of the booty, for every whose brother resided at Woodburn, and he himself at Rising: share was determined by lot. Instances of such rigid justice as ham. It adds, that they subsisted by hunting, and that one of this are not easily met with, and they extended even to the dead. them. Anding the game become too scarce to support them. Their share was given to the man who was known to be their Dosenned his companion, in whose memory the monument was companion when alive, and therefore their beir. If the perengraved. What strange and tragic circumstance may be con son who had been killed had no intimate, his part was sent to cealed under this legend, or whether it is utterly apocryphal, it his relations, when they were known. If there were no friends is nou impossible to discover.

nor relations, it was distributed in charity to the poor and to The name of Robin of Redesdale was given to one of the Um- churches, which were to pray for the person in whose name fravillex. Lords of Prudhor, and afterwards to one Hilliard, a these benefactions were given, the fruits of inhuman, but neceg. fneod and follower of the king making Earl of Warwick. This sary piratical plunders."-RAYNAL's History of European Setperson commanded an army of Northamptonshire and northern tlements in the East and West Indies, by Justamond. Lond. men, who seized on and beheaded the Earl Rivers, father to 1776, 8vo, iii. p. 41. Edward the Fourth's queen, and his son, Sir John Woodville.- (MS. -“ while yet around him stood See HOLINSHED, ad annum, 1469.

A numerous race of hardier mood."J

But a fond mother's care and joy

Three banners, floating o'er the Tees, Were centred in her sickly boy.

The wo-forboding peasant sees; No touch of childhood's frolic mood

In concert oft they braved of old Show'd the elastic spring of blood;

The bordering Scot's incursion bold: Hour after hour he loved to pore

Frowning defiance on their pride, IT On Shakspeare's rich and varied lore,

Their vassals now and lords divide, But turn'd from martial scenes and light,

From his fair hall on Greta banks, From Falstaff's feast, and Percy's fight,

The Knight of Rokeby led his ranks, To ponder Jaques' moral strain,

To aid the valiant northern Earls, And muse with Hamlet, wise in vain;

Who drew the sword for royal Charles, And weep himself to soft repose

Mortham, by marriage near allied, -
O'er gentle Desdemona's woes.

His sister had been Rokeby's bride,

Though long before the civil fray,
In youth he sought not pleasures found

In peaceful grave the lady lay,By youth in horse, and hawk, and hound,

Philip of Mortham raised' his band, But loved the quiet joys that wake

And march'd at Fairfax's command; By lonely stream and sileni lake;

While Wycliffe, bound by many a train In Deepdale's solitude to lie,

Of kindred art with wily Vane, Where all is cliff' and copse and sky;

Less prompt to brave the bloody field, To climb Catcastle's dizzy peak,

Made Barnard's battlements his shield, Or lone Pendragon's mound to seek.*

Secured them with his Lunedale powers, Such was his wont; and there his dream

And for the Commons held the towere. Soar'd on some wild fantastic theme,

XXIX. Of faithful love, or ceaseless spring,

The lovely heir of Rokeby's Knight** Till Contemplation's wearied wing

Waits in his halls the event of fight; The enthusiast could no more sustain,

For England's war rever'd the claim
And sad he sunk to earth again.

Of every unprotected name,

And spared, amid its fiercest rage,
He loved-as many a lay can tell,

Childhood and womanhood and age. Preserved in Stanmore's lonely dell;

But Wilfrid, son to Rokeby's foe, it For his was minstrel's skill, he caught

Must the dear privilege forego, The art unteachable, untaught;

By Greta's side, in evening gray, He loved his soul did nature frame

To steal upon Matilda's way, For love, and fancy nursed the flame;

Striving, #1 with fond hypocrisy, Vainly he loved-for seldom swain

For careless step and vacant eye; Of such soft mould is loved again;

Calming each anxious look and glance, Silent he loved-in every gaze

To give the meeting all to chance, Was passion,t friendship in his phrase,

Or framing as a fair excuse, So mused his life away-țill died

The book, the pencil, or the muse; His brethren all, their father's pride.

Something to give, to sing, to say, Wilfrid is now the only heir

Some modern tale, some ancient lay, of all his stratagems and care,

Then while the long'd-for minutes last,And destined, darkling, to pursue

Ah! minutes quickly over-past!-$$
Ambition's maze by Oswald's clue. I

Recording each expression free,

Of kind or careless courtesy,
Wilfrid must love and woo$ the bright

Each friendly look, each softer tone, Matilda, beir of Rokeby's knight.

As food for fancy when alone. To love her was an easy hest,

All this is o'er-but sull, unseen, The secret empress of his breast;

Wilfrid may lurk in Eastwood green, 11!! To woo her was a harder task

To watch Matilda's wanted round, To one that durst not hope or ask.

While springs his heart at every sound. Yet all Matilda could she gave

She comes !-'uis but a passing sight, In pity to her gentle slave;

Yet serves to cheat his weary night; Friendship, esteem, and fair regard,

She comes not-He will wait the hour, And praise, the poet's best reward!

When her lamp lightens in the tower; TT She read the tales his laste approved,

'Tis something yet, if, as she past, And sung the lays he framed or loved;

Her shade is o'er the lattice cast. Yet loath to nurse the fatal flame

"What is my life, my hope ?" he said ; Of hopeless love in friendship's name,

" Alas! a transitory shade." In kind caprice she oft withdrew

XXX. The favouring glance to friendship due, il

Thus wore his life, though reason strove Then grieved to see her victim's pain,

For mastery in vain with love,
And gave the dangerous smiles again.

Forcing upon his thoughts the sum

Of present wo and ills to come,
So did the suit of Wilfrid stand,

While still he turn'd impatient ear When war's loud summons waked the land. From Truth's intrusive voice severe. * I" And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb.

best explained by the beautiful lines of the poet," (stanzas OT. When all in mist the world below was lost.

and xxvi.)-Critical Review, What dreadful pleasure there to stand sublime,

$(MS.-" And first must Wilfrid woo." &c.] Like shipwreckt mariner on desert coast."

(MS.-" The fuel fond her favour threw."] BEATTIE'S Minstrel.)

1 (MS.-"Now frowning dark on different side, • (M8.-" Was, love, but friendship in his phrase."}

Their vassals and their lords divide.") il" The prototype of Wilfred may perhaps be found in Beat

** (MS.-" Dame Alice and Matilda bright, tie's Edwin; but in some essential respects it is made more true

Daughter and wife of Rokeby's Knight, to nature than that which probably served for its original. The

Wait in his hails," &c.) possibility may perhaps he questioned, its great improbability

1 (MS.-" But Wilfrid, when the strise amse, is unquestionable.) of such excessive refinement, such over-strain.

And Rokeby and his son were foes, ed, and even morbid sensibility, as are portrayed in the character

Was doom'd euch privilege to lose, of Edwin, existing in so rudo a state of society as that which

of kindred friendship and the muse.") Beattie has represented, -but these qualities, even when found in the most advanced and polished stages of life, are rarely, very

•1 (MS.-“ Aping, with fond hypocrisy, rarely, united with a robust and healthy frame of body. In both

The careless step," &c.) these particulars, the character of Wiltrid is exempt from the ob. $$ ('The MS. has not this couplet.] jections to which we think that of the Minstrel liable. At the * (MS. * May Wifnd haunt the thickets green") period of the Civil Wars, in the higher orders of society, intellec.

Wilind haunts Scargill's tal refinement had advanced to a degree sufficient to give proba 1 (MS.

" watch the hour, bility to its existence. The remainder of our argument will be

That her lamp kindles in her tower.")

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Gentle, indifferent, and subdued,

To gild the ruin she has wrought; In all but this, unmov'd he view'd

For, like the bat of Indian brakes, Each outward change of ill and good :

Her pinions fan the wound she makes, Bue Wilfrid, docile, soft, and mild,

And soothing thus the dreamer's pain, Was Fancy's spoil'd and wayward child ;

She drinks his life-blood from the vein. TT In her bright* car she bade him ride,

Now to the lattice turn his eyes, With one lair form to grace his side,

Vain hope! to see the sun arise. Or, in some wild and lone retreat, t

The moon with clouds is still o'ercast, Flung her high spells around his seat,

Suill howls by fits the stormy blast; Barbed in her dews his languid head,

Another hour must wear away, Her fairy mantle o'er him spread,

Ere the East kindle into day, For him her opiates gave to flow,

And hark! to waste that weary hours Which he who lastes can ne'er forego,

He tries the minstrel's magic power.
And placed him in her circle, free

From every stern reality,
, to the Visionary, seem

Her day-dreams iruth, and truth a dream.


Hail to thy cold and clouded beam,
Wo to the youth whom Fancy gains,

Pale pilgrim of the troubled sky! Winning from Reason's hand the reins,

Hail, though the mists that o'er thee stream Pily and wo! for such a mind

Lend to thy brow their sullen dye!11 Is soft, contemplative, and kind;

How should thy pure and peaceful eye And wo to those who train such youth,

Untroubled view our scenes below, And spare to press the rights of truth,

Or how a tearless beam supply The mind to strengthen and anneal,

To light a world of war and wo!
While on the stithy glows the steel!

Fair Queen! I will not blame thee now,
O teach him, while your lessons last,
To judge the present by the past;

As once by Greta's fairy side;
Remind him of each wish pursued,

Each little cloud that dimm'd thy brow

Did then an angel's beauty hide.
How nch it glow'd with promised good;
Remind him of each wish enjoy'd,

And of the shades I then could chide,
How coon his hopes possession cloy'd!

Still are the thoughts to memory dear, Tell him, we play unequal game,

For while a softer strain I tried, Whene'er we shoot by Fancy's aim ;

They hid my blush and calm'd my fear. And, ere he strip him for her race,

Then did I swear thy ray gerene Show the conditions of the chase.

Was form’d to light some lonely dell, Two sisters by the goal are set,

By two fond lovers only seen, Cold Disappointment and Regret;

Reflected from the crystal well, One disenchants the winner's eyes,

Or sleeping on their mossy cell, And strips of all its worth the prize.

Or quivering on the lattice bright, While one augments its gaudy show,

Or glancing on their couch, to tell More to enhance the loser's wo.S

How swiftly wanes the summer night! The victor sees his fairy gold,

XXXIV. Transformed, when won, to drossy mould,

He starts--a step at this lone hour! But still the vanquish'd mourns his loss,

A voice :-his father seeks the tower,
And rues, as gold, that glittering dross.

With haggard look and troubled sense,

Fresh from his dreadful conference.
More would'st thou know-yon tower survey, "Wilfrid :-what, not to sleep address'd ?
Yon couch unpress'd since parting day,

Thou hast no cares to chase thy rest.
Fon untrimmd lamp, whose yellow gleam

Mortham has fall’n on Marston-moor ;#1 la mingling with the cold moonbeam,

Bertram brings warrant to secure And yon thin form !--the hectic red

His treasures, bought by spoil and blood, On his pale cheek unequal spread ; il

For the state's use and public good. The head reclined, the loosen'd hair,

The menials will thy voice obey ; The limbs relax'd, the mournful air.

Let his commission have its way, ss See, he looks up ;-a woful smile,

In every point, in every..

word.'' Lightens his wo-worn cheek a while,

Then, in a whisper, -"Take thy sword! 'Tis Fancy wakes some idle thought,

Bertram is—what I must not iell. • [M8.-" Wild car."').

I hear his hasty step-farewell !" !!!! + (M8.-" Or in some fair but lone retreat,

1 (M8.-"On his pale check in crimson glow;
Flung her wild spells around his seat,

The short and painful sighs that show
For him her opiates gave to

The shrivellid lin, the teeths' white row
opiate draughts bade }

The head reclined," &c.)
Which he who tastes can ne'er forego,

T (MS.

'the sleeper's pain,
Taught him to turn impatient ear

Drinks his dear life blood from the vein.")
From truth's intrusive voice severe.")

** ("The little poem that follows is, in our judgment, one of i lo the MS., after this couplet, the following lines conclude the best of Mr. Scott's attempls in this kind. "He, certainly, is

not in general successful as a song writer; but, without any ex* That all who on her visions press,

traordinary effort, here are pleasing, thoughts, polished expresFind disappointment dog success ;,

sions, and musical versification."- Monthly Review.) But, miss'd their wish, lamenting hold

11 (MS. -" Are tarnishung thy lovely dye! Her gilding false for sterling gold.")

A kad excuse let Fancy try $ 1" soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways.

How should so kind a planet show And set, even there, if left without a guide,

Her stainless silver's lustre high, The young adventurer unsafely plays.

To light a world of war and wo!") Eyes, dazzled long by Fiction's gaudy rays,

11 (MS.-" Here's Risingham brings tidings sure, In modest Truth no light nor beauty find :

Mortham has fallen on Marston Moor; And so, my child, would trust the meteor blaze

And he hath warrant to secure," &c.] That soon must fail, and leave the wanderer blind,

99 (MS.-"See that they give his warrant way:"" More dark and helpless far, than if it ne'er had shined ?

(We cannot close the first Canto without bestowing the "Fancy enervates, while it soothes the heart,

highest praise on it. The whole design of the picture is excellent; And, while it dazzles. wounds the mental sight:

and the contrast presented to the gloomy and fearful opening by To joy each heightening charm it can impart,

the calm and innocent conclusion, is masterly. Never were two But wraps the hour of wo in tenfold night.

characters more clearly and forcibly set in opposition than those And often, where no real ills aflright,

of Bertram and Wilfrid. Oswald completes the group; and, for Its visionary fiends, an endless train,

the moral purposes of the painter, is perhaps superior to the Assail with equal or superior might,

others. He is admirably designed And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain.

That middle course to steer
And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than mortal pain."

To cowardice and craft so dear.'”

Monthly Review.)

the stanza


Who, wandering there, hath sought to change

Even for that vale so stern and strange,

Where Cartland's Crags, fantastic rent,
Far in the chambers of the west,
The gale had sigh'd itself to rest;

Through her green copse like spires are sent ?

Yet, Albin, yet the praise be thine,
The moon was cloudless now and clear
But pale, and soon to disappear.

Thy scenes and story to combine!

Thou bid'st him, who by Roslin strays, The thin gray clouds wax dimly light

List to the deeds of other days ;ll On Brusleton and Houghton height;

Mid Cartland's crags thou show'st the cave, And the rich dale, that tastward lay, Waited the wakening, touch of day,

The refuge of thy champion brave; To give its woods and cultured plain,

Giving each rock its storied tale, And lowers and spires, to light again.

Pouring a lay for every dale,

Knitting, as with a moral band,
But, westward, Stanmore's shapeless swell,
And Lunedale wild, and Kelion-fell,

Thy native legends with thy land,
And rock-begirdled Gilmanscar,

To lend each scene the interest high And Arkingarth, lay dark alar;

Which genius beams from Beauty's eye.
While, as a livelier iwilight falls,

Emerge proud Barnard's banner'd walls,
High crown'd he sits, in dawning pale,

Bertram awaited not the sight
The sovereign of the lovely vale.

Which sun-rise shows from Barnard's height,

But from the towers, preventing day,

With Wilfrid took his early way,
What prospects from his watch-tower high, While misty dawn, and moonbeam pale,
Gleam gradual on the warder's eye!-

Still mingled in the silent dale.
Far sweeping to the east, he sees

By Barnard's bridge of stately stone, Down his deep woods the course of Tees, *

The southern bank of Tees they won; And tracks his wanderings by the steam

Their winding path then eastward cast, Of summer vapours from the stream;

And Egliston's gray ruins pass'd ;** And ere he paced his destined hour

Each on his own deep visions beni, By Brackenbury's dungeon-tower, t

Silent and sad they onward went. These silver mists shall melt away,

Well may you think that Bertram's mood, tt And dew the woods with glittering spray.

To Wilfrid savage seem'd and rude: Then in broad lustre shall be shown

Well may you think bold Risingham That mighty trench of living stone, I

Held Wilfrid trivial, poor, and tame; And each huge trunk that, from the side,

And small the intercourse, I ween,
Reclines him o'er the dark some tide,

Such uncongenial souls between.
Where Tees, full many a fathom low,
Wears with his rage no common foe;

For pebbly bank, nor sand-bed here,

Stern Bertram shunn'd the nearer way,, Nor clay-mound, checks his fierce career,

Through Rokeby's park and chase that lay, Condemn'd to mine a channell’d way,

And, skirting high the valley's ridge, O'er solid sheets of marble gray.

They cross'd by Greta's ancient bridge.

Descending where her waters wind

Free for a space and unconfined,
Nor Tees alone, in dawning bright,

As 'scaped from Brignall's dark-wood glen, Shall rush upon the ravish'd sight;

She seeks wild Mortham's deeper den.
But many a tributary stream
Each from its own dark dell shall gleam :

There, as his eye glanced o'er the mound,

Raised by that Legionii long renown'd, Staindrop, who, from her sylvan bowers, S

Whose votive shrine asserts their claim, Salutes proud Raby's batiled towers;

Of pious, faithful, conquering same, The rural brook of Egliston,

Stern sons of war!'' sad Wilfrid sigh’d, And Balder, named from Odin's son:

Behold the boast of Roman pride! And Greta, to whose banks ere long

What now of all your toils are known? We lead the lovers of the song :

A grassy trench, a broken stone!" And silver Lune, from Stanmore wild,

This to himself; for moral strain
And fairy Thorsgill's murinuring child,

To Bertram were address'd in vain.
And last and least, but loveliest still,
Romantic Deepdale's slender rill.

Who in that dim-wood glen hath stray'd,

Of different mood, a deeper sigh Yet long'd for Roslin's magic glade ?

Awoke, when Rokeby's turrets high $$ * The view from Barnard Castle commands the rich and the Second's reign. There were formerly the tombs of the famimagnificent valley of Tees. Immediately adjacent to the river, lies of Rokeby, Bowes, and Fitz-Hugh. the banks are very thickly wooded ; at a little distance they are 11 MS.--" For brief the intercourse, I ween, more open and cultivated ; but, being interspersed with hedge

Such uncongenial souls between; rowe, and with isolated trees of great size and age, they still re

Wellmay you think stern Risingham tain the richness of woodland scenery. The river itself flows in

Held Wilfrid trivial, poor, and tame; a deep trench of solid rock, chicfly limestone and marble. The

And nought of mutual interest lay finest view of its romantic course is from a handsome modem.

To bind the comrades of the way."') built bridge over the Tees, by the late Mr. Morntt of Rukoby. :: Close behind the George inn at Greta Bridge, there is a well In Leland's time, the marble quarries seem to have been of some preserved Roman encampment, surrounded with a triple ditch, value. "Hard under the cliff by Egleston, is found on eche side lying between the river Greta and a brook called the 'Tutta. The of Tese very fair marble, wont to be taken up booth by marbelers four entrances are easily to be discerned. Very many Roman, of Barnardes Castelle and of Egleston, and partly to have been allars and monuments have been found in the vicinity, most of wrought by them, and partly sold on wrought to others."--Itine which are preserved at Rokeby by my friend Mr. Morritt. Among rary. Oxford, 1768, 8vo. p. 88.

others is a small votive altar, with ihe inscription, LEG. VI. VIC + (MS.-"Betwixt the gate and Baliol's tower.")

P. F. F., which has been rendered, Legio. Saia Victriz. Picha 1 (M8.-"Those deep hewn banks of living stone.")

Fortis. Fidelis, $ (MS.—" Staindrop, who, on her sylvan way,

$6 This ancient manor long gave name to a family by whom it Salutes proud Raby'e turrets gray.")

is said to have been possessed from the Conquest downward, and

who are at different times distinguished in history It was the (See notes to the song of Fair Rosabelle, in the Lay of the Baron of Rokeby who finally defeated the insurrection of the Earl Last Minstrel, p. 351. )

of Northumberland, tempore Hen. IV, of which Holinshed gives 1 (Cartland Crags, near Lanark, celebrated as among the fa. the following account:-_. 'The King, advertised bereof, caused a vourite retreats of Sir William Wallace. !

great armie to be assembled, and came forward with the same ** The ruins of this abbey, or priory: (for Tanner calls it the towards his enemies ; but ye the King came to Nottingham, Sirp former, and Leland the lattor.) are brutifully situated upon the Thomas or (as other copies haue) Sir Rute Rokesbie, shuntle of angle, formed by a little dell called Thorsgill, at its junction with Yorkeshire, assembled the forces of the countrie to resist the Earie the Tees. A good part of the religious house is still in some de. and his power ; coming to Grimbautbrigs, beside Knaresborouri, gree habitable, but the church is in mins. Eglistone was dedi- thero to stop them the passage : but they returning aside froito have been founded by Ralph de Multon about the end of Henry Bramhammoor, near to Haizlewood, where they chose their

Were northward in the dawning seen

That down life's current drive amain, To rear them o'er the thicket green.

As frail, as frothy, and as vain ! O then, though Spenser's self had sıray'd

VIII. Beside him through the lovely glade,

The cliffs that rear their haughty head Lending his rich luxuriant glow

High o’er the river's darksome bed, Of fancy, all its charms to show,

Were now all naked, wild, and gray, Pointing the stream rejoicing free,

Now waving all with greenwood spray; As captive set at liberty,

Here trees to every crevice clung, Flashing her sparkling waves abroad, *

And o'er the dell their branches hung; And clamouring joyful on her road;

And there, all splinter'd and uneven, Pointing where, up the sunny banks,

The shiver'd rocks ascend to heaven; The trees retire in scatter'd ranks,

Oft, too, the ivy swathed their breast, IT Save where, advanced before the rest,

And wreathed its garland round their crest, On knoll or hillock rears his crest,

Or from the spires bade loosely fiare Lonely and huge, the giant Oak,

Its tendrils in the middle air. As champions, when their band'is broke,

As pennons wont to wave of old Stand forth to guard the rearward post,

O'er the high feast of baron bold, The bulwark of the scatter'd host

When revell'd loud the feudal rout, All this, and more, might Spenser say,

And the arch'd halls return'd their shout Yet waste in vain his magic lay,

Such and more wild is Greta's roar, While Wilfrid eyed the distant tower,

And such the echoes from her shore. Whose lattice lights Matilda's bower.

And so the ivied banners gleam,**

Waved wildly o'er the brawling stream.

The open vale is soon pass'd o'er,

Now from the stream the rocks recede, Rokeby, though nigh, is seen no more ;t

But leave between no sunny mead, Sinking mid Greta's thickets deep,

No, nor the spot of pebbly sand, A wild and darker course they keep,

Oft found by such a mountain strand;tt A stern and lone, yet lovely road,

Forming such warm and dry retreat, As e'er the foot of minstrel trode !!

As fancy deems the lonely seat, Broad shadows o'er their passage fell,

Where hermit, wandering from his cell, Deeper and narrower grew the dell;

His rosary might love to tell, It seem'd some mountain, rent and riven,

But here, 'twixt rock and river, grew A channel for the stream had given,

A dismal grove of sable yew, it So high the cliffs of limestone gray

With whose sad tints were mingled seen Hung beeiling o'er the torrent's way,

The blighted fir's sepulchral green. Yielding, along their rugged base, s

Seem'd that the trees their shadows cast
A flinty footpath's niggard

The earth that nourish'd them to blast;
Where he, who winds 'twixi rock and wave, For never knew that swarthy grove
Mav hear the headlong torrent rave,

The verdant hue that fairies love:
And like a steed in frantic fit,

Nor wilding green, nor woodland flower, That flings the froth from curb and bit,11

Arose within its baleful bower: May view her chale her waves to spray,

The dank and sable earth receives O'er every rock that bars her way,

Its only carpet from the leaves, Till foam-globes on her eddies ride,

That, from ihe withering branches cast, Thick as the schemes of human pride

Bestrew'd the ground with every blast. grand meet to fight upon. The Shiriffe was as readie to giue whose gray colour contrasts admirably with the various trees and Satell as the Erle to receiue it; and so with a standard of s. shrubs which find root among their crevices, as well as with the Goutte spread, set fiercelie vpon the Earle, who, vnder a stand bue of the ivy, which clings around them in profusion, and hangs and of his owne armes, encountered his aduersaries with great down from their projections in long swet ping tendrils. At other manhood. There was a sore incounter and cruell conflict betwixt points the rocks give place to precipitous banks of carth, bearing the parties, but in the end the victorie fell to the Shiriffe 'The

large trece intermixed with copse wood In one spot the dell, which Lid Bardolle was taken, but sore wounded, so that he shortlie is elsewhere very narrow, widens for a space to leave room for a after died of the hurts. Ag for the Earle of Northumberland, he dark grove of yew trees, intermixed here and there with aged pines was elan outright; so that now the prophecy was fulfilled which of uncommon size. Directly opposite to this sombre thicket, the caue an inkling of this his beauy hap, long before, namelie, cliffs on the other side of the Greta are tall, while, and fringed Stirps Persilina periet confusa ruina.'

with all kinds of deciduous shrubs. The whole scenery of this Få this Earle was the stocke and maine root of all that were

spot is so much adapted to the ideas of superstition, that it has bet aliue, called by the name of Persie; and of manie more by acquired the name of Blockula, from the placé where the Swedish diners a laughters dispatched. For whose misfortune the people witches were supposed to hold their Sabbath. The dell, however,

ha-superstitions of its own growth, for it is supposed to be haunt. were not a little sorrio, making report of the gentleman's valiant

ed by a female spectre, called the Dobio of Mortham. The cause house, renowne, and honour, and applieing vnto him certeine la. Dettable verses out of Lucaine, saieng,

assigned for her appearance is a lady': having been whilom mur

dered in the wood, in evidence of which, her blood is shown upon Red nos nec sanguis, nec tantum vulncra nostri

the stairs of the old tower at Mortham. But whether she was Affecere senis : quantum gestata per urbcm

Hlain by a jealuus husband, or by savage banditti, or by an unclo Ora ducis, quæ transfixo deformia pilo

who coveted her estate, or by a rejected lover, are points upon Vidimus.

which the traditions of Rokehy do not enable us to decide For bis bead, full of siluer horie haires, being put upon a stake, (MS.-" Yielding their rugged base beside was openlie carried through London, and set vpon the bridge of the same citie: in like manner was the Lord Bardolfes."--HOLIN

nigeard }path by Greta's tide." S BD's Chronicles. Lond. 1809, 4to. iii. 45. The Rokeby, or 0 (MS.-" That flings the foam from curb and bit, Rokesby family, continued to be distinguished until the great

tawny Civil War, when, having embraced the cause of Charles I., they

Chafing her waves to whiten wrath, suffered severely by fines and confiscations, The estate then

spungy passed from its ancient possessors to the family of the Robinsons.

O'er every rock that bars her path, from stom it was purchased by the father of my valued friend,

Till down her boiling eddies ride," &c.] the present proprietor.

T (MS.-" The frequent iry swathed their breast, * (M8.--"Flashing to heaven her sparkling spray,

And wrenthed its tendrils round their crest,
And clamouring joyful on her way.")

Or from their summit bade them fall. • (M8.-" And Rokeby's tower is geen no more ;

And tremble o'er the Greta's brawl,"]
Sinking mid Greta's thickets green,

** (MS.-" And so the ivy's banners Team,
The journeyers seek another scene."]
What follows is an attempt to describe the romantic glen, or

Waved wildly trembling o'er the scene,

{a .") rather ravine, through which the Greta finds a passage between

1+ (MS.

"a torrent's strand; Rukeby and Mortham; the former situated upon the left bank of Greta, the latter on the right bank, about half a mile nearer to

Where in the warm and dry retreat, is junction with the Tees. The river runs with very great ra.

May fancy form some bermit's seat.'') pidity over a bed of solid rock, broken by many shelving descents, :1 (MS. -" A darksome grove of funeral yew, down which the stream dashee with great noise and impetuosity,

Where trees a baleful shadow cast, vindicating its etymology, which has been derived from the Gothic

The ground that nourish'd them to blast, Gridan, to clamour. The banks partake of the same wild and

Mingled with whose sad tints were seen romantic character, being chiefly lofty cliffs of limestone rock,

The blighted fir's sepulchral green.")


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