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All reckless of his dying pain,

Yet more he loves, in autumn prime, He blest, and blest him o'er again!

The hazel's spreading boughs to climb, And kiss'd the little hands outspread,

And down its cluster'd stores to hail, And kiss'd and cross'd the infant head,

Where young Matilda holds her veil. And, in his native tongue and phrase,

And she, whose veil receives the shower, $ Pray'd to each saint to watch his days;

Is alter'd too, and knows her power; Then all his strength together drew,

Assumes a monitress's pride, The charge to Rokeby to renew.

Her Redmond's dangerous sports to chide; When half was falter'd from his breast,

Yet listens still to hear him tell And half by dying signs express'd,

How the grim wild-boarll fought and fell, "Bless the O'Neale!" he faintly said,

How at his fall the bugle rung, And thus the faithful spirit fied.

Till rock and greenwood answer flung;

Then blesses her, that man can find X. 'Twas long ere soothing might prevail

A pastime of such savage kind !T Upon the Child to end the tale:

XIII. And then he said, that from his home

But Redmond knew to weave his tale His grandsire had been forced to roam,

So well with praise of wood and dale, Which had not been if Redmond's hand

And knew so well each point to trace, Had but had strength to draw the brand,

Gives living interest to the chase, The brand of Lenaugh More the Red,

And knew so well o'er all to throw That hung beside the gray wolf's head.

His spirit's wild romantic glow, 'Twas from his broken phrase descried,

That while she blamed, and while she fear'd, His foster-father was his guide, *

She loved each venturous tale she heard. Who, in his charge, from Ulster bore

Oft, too, when drifted snow and rain Leilers, and gifts a goodly store;

To bower and hall their steps restrain, But ruffians met them in the wood,

Together they explor'd the page Ferraught in battle boldly stood,

Of glowing bard or gifted sage; Till wounded and o'erpower'd at length,

Oft, placed the evening fire beside, And stripp'd of all, his failing strength

The minstrel art alternate tried, Just bore him here--and then the child

While gladsome harp and lively lay
Renew'd again his moaning wild.t

Bade winter-night flit fast away:

Thus from their chililhood blending still
The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Their sport, their study, and their skill,
Is like the dewdrop on the rose;

A union of the soul they prove, When next the summer breeze comes by,

But must not think that it was love. And waves the bush, the flower is dry.

But though they dared not, envious Fame Won by their care, the orphan Child

Soon dared to give that union name : Soon on his new protector smiled,

And when so often, side by side, With dimpled cheek and eye so fair,

From year to year the pair she eyed, Through his thick curls of flaxen hair,

She sometimes blamed the good old Knight, But blithest laugh'd that cheek and eye,

As dull of ear and dim of sight, When Rokeby's little Maid was nigh ;

Sometimes his purpose would declare, "Twas his, with elder brother's pride,

That young O'Neale should wed his heir. Maulda's tottering steps to guide ;

His native lays in Irish tongue,

The suit of Wilfrid rent disguise
To sooth her infant ear he sung,
And primrose twined with daisy fair,

And bandage from the lovers' eyes;**

'Twas plain that Oswald, for his son, To form a chaplet for her hair. By lawn, by grove, by brooklet's strand,

Had Rokeby's favour wellnigh won. The Children still were hand and hand,

Now must they meet with change of cheer,

With mutual looks of shame and fear; And good Sir Richard smiling eyed

Now must Matilda sıray apart,
The early knot so kindly tied.

To school her disobedient heart :

And Redmond now alone must rue
But summer months bring wilding shoot

The love he never can subdue. From bud to bloom, from bloom to fruit;

But factions rose, and Rokeby sware, tt And years draw on our human span,

No rebel's son should wed his heir; From child to boy, from boy to man;

And Redmond, nurtured while a child And soon in Rokeby's woods is seen

In many a bard's traditions wild, A gallant boy in hunter's green.

Now sought the lonely wood or stream, He loves to wake the felon boar,

To cherish there a happier dream, In his dark haunt on Greta's shore,

Of maiden won by sword or lance, And loves, against the deer so dun,

As in the regions of romance ; To draw the shaft, or lift the gun ;

And count the heroes of his line, # • There was no tie more sacred among the Irish than that the nurse and foster-child was seldom dissolved but by the death which connected the foster father, as well as the nurso herself, of one party, with the child they brought up.

(Here follows in the MS. a stanza of sixteen lines, which the mi Poster fathers spend much more time, money, and affection, authur subsequently dispersed through stanzas xv. and xví., post. on their foster-children than their own; and in return take from : (MS.-" Three years more old, 't waz Redmond's pride, bera clothras, money for their several professions, and arns, and,

Matilda's tottering steps to guide.'') even for any vicious purposes, fortunes and cattle, not so much (MS.- And she on whom these treasures abower.") by claim of night ag by extortion and they will even carry (MS. Grim sanglier.") ther things off as plunder. All who have bren nursed by the T (MS.--" Then ble s'il himself that man can find sama person preserve a greater mutual atlection and confidence

pastime of such cruel kind.") in each other than if they were natural brothers, whom they will ** (MS." Froin their hearts and eyes."') even hate for the sake of these. When chid by their parents, ++ (MS.-" And Redmond, too, apart must rue they fly to their foster fathers, who frequently encourage them to

The love he never can subdue ; make open war on their parents, train them up to every excess of

Then came the war, and Rokeby said, wickedness, and make them most abandoned miscreants; as, on

No rebel's son should wed bis maid."'l the other hand, the nurses make the young women, whom they If a foster-child is sick, it is incredible

11 (MS.-" Thought on the herdere šof his line, bow soon the nurses hear of it, however distant, and with what

Great Nial of the Pledges Nine, solicitude they attend it by day and night."-Giraldus Cam

Shane-Dymas will, and Counun-Mar, brenris, quoted by Camden, iv. 368,

Who vow'd his nice to wounds and war, This custom, like many other Irish usages prevailed till of late

And cursed all of his lineage born, in the scrittish Highlands, and wag cherished by the chiefs as an

Who sheathed the sword to reap the corn,
many mode of extending their intluence and connexion ; and even
la the Lowlands, during the last century, the connexion between

Or left the green wood and the wold,
To shroud himsolf in house or hold."]

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Great Nial of the Pledges Nine, *
Shane-Dymast wild, and Geraldine, I
And Connan-more, who vow'd his race
For ever to the fight and chase,
And cursed him, of his lineage born,
Should sheath the sword to reap the corn,
Or leave the mountain and the wold,
To shroud himself in castled hold.
From such examples hope he drew,
And brighten'd as the trumpet blew.

If brides were won by heart and blade,
Redmond had both his cause to aid,
And all beside of nurture rare
That might beseem a baron's heir.
Turlough O'Neale, in Erin's strife,
On Rokeby's Lord bestow'd his life,
And well did Rokeby's generous Knight
Young Redmond for the deed requite.
Nor was his liberal care and cost
Upon the gallant stripling lost;
Seek the North Riding broad and wide,
Like Redmond none could steed bestride;

From Tynemouth search to Cumberland,
Like Redmond none could wield a brand;
And then, of humour kind and free,
And bearing him to each degree
With frank and fearless courtesy,
There never youth was form'd to steal
Upon the heart like brave O'Neale.

Sir Richard loved him as his son ;
And when the days of peace were done,
And to the gales of war he gave
The banner of his sires to wave,
Redmond, distinguish'd by his care,
He chose that honour'd flag to bear, s
And named his page, the next degree
In that old time to chivalry.ll.
In five pitch'd fields he well maintain'd
The honour'd place his worth obtain'd,
And high was Redmond's youthful name
Blazed in the roll of martial fame.
Had fortune smiled on Marston fight,
The eve had seen him dubb'd a knight;
Twice, mid the battle's doubtful strife,
Of Rokeby's Lord he saved the life,

* Neal Naighvallach, or of the Nine Hostages, is said to have nest country gentleman raises the troop at his own charge; the been monarch of all Ireland, during the end of the fourth or be he gets a lieutenant to fight his troop safely; then ginning of the fifth century. He exerc a predatory warfare he sends for his son from school to be his comet; and then he on the coast of England and of Bretagne, or Armorica ; and froin puts off his child's coat to put on a buff-coat: and this is the conthe latter country brought off the celebrated Saint Patrick, a stitution of our army." youth of sixteen, among other captives, whom he transported to !! Originally, the order of chivalry embraced three ranks :- 1. Ireland. Neal derived his epithet from nine nations, or tribes, The Page; 2. The Squire ; 3. The Knight ;-a gradation which whom he held under his subjection, and from whom he took hos seems to have been imitated in the mystery of freemasonry. But, tages. From one of Neal's sons were derived the Kinel-eoguin, before the reign of Charles I., the custom of serving as a squire or Race of Tyrone, which afforded monarchs both to Ireland had fallen into disuse, though the order of the page was still to a and to Ulster. Neal (according to O'Flaherty's Ogygia) was killed certain degree, in observance. This state of servitude was so far by a poisoned arrow, in one of his descents on the coast of Bre- from inferring any thing degrading, that it was considered as the tagne.

regular school for acquiring every quality necessary for future disThis Shane-Dymas, or John the Wanton, held the title and tinction. The proper nature, and the decay of the institution, power of O'Neale in the earlier part of Elizabeth's reign, against are pointed out by old Ben Jonson, with his own forcible moral whom he rebelled repeatedly.

colouring. The dialogue occurs between Lovell, * & complear "This chieftain is handed down to us as the most proud and gentleman, a soldier, and a scholar, known to have been page to profligute man on earth. He was immoderately addicted to wo the old Lord Beaufort, and so to have followed him in the French men and wine. He is said to have had 200 tuns of wine at once wars, after companion of his studies, and left guardian to his in his cellar at Dandram, but usquebaugh was his favourite liquor, son," and the facetious Goodstock, host of the Light Heart He spared neither age nor condition of the fair sex. Although Lovell had offered to take Goodstock's son for his page, which 60 illiterate that he could not write, he was not destitute of ad the latter, in reference to the recent abuse of the establishment, dress; hin understanding was strong, and his courage daring. declares as "a desperate course of life:"_ He had 600 men for his guard ; 4000 foot, 1000 horse for the field.

"Lorell. Call you that desperate, which by a line He claimed superiority over all the lords of Ulster, and called of institution, from our ancestors himself king thereof. When commissioners were sent to treat Hath been derived down to us, and received with him, he said, "That. tho' the Queen were his sovereign In a succession, for the noblest way lady, he never made peace with hier but at her lodging; that of breeding up our youth, in letters, arms, she had made a wise Earl of Macartymore, but that he kept as Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, good a man as he; that he cared not for so mean a title as Earl ; And all the blazon of a gentleman? that his blood and power were better than the best ; that his an. Where can he leam to vault, to ride, to fence, cestors were Kings of Ulster, and that he would give place to To move his body gracefully; to speak none.' His kinsman, the Earl of Kildare, having persuaded him His language purer, or to tune his mind of the folly of contending with the crown of England, he resolved Or manners, mure to the harmony of nature, to attend the Queen, but in a style suited to his princely dignity. Than in the nurseries of nobility ? He appeared in London with a magnificent train of Irish Gallo. " Host. Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble glasses, arrayed in the richest habiliments of their country, their And only virtue made it, not the market, heads bare, their hair flowing on their shoulders, with their long That titles were not vented at the drum, and open sleeves dyed with saffron. Thus dressed, and sur Or common outcry. Goodness gave the greatness, charged with military harness, and armed with battle axes, they And greatness worship : every house became afforded an astonishing spectacle to the citizens, who regarded An academy of honour; and those parts them as the intruders of some very distant part of the globe. But We see departed, in the practice, now, at Court his versatility now prevailed; his title to the sovereignty of Quite from the institution. Tyrone was pleaded from English laws and Irish institutions, and

" Lorell. Why do you say so? his sallegations were so specious, that the Queen dismissed him Or think so enviously? Do they not still with presents and assurances of favour. In England this trans Learn there the Centaur's skill, the art of Thrace, action was looked on as the humiliation of a repenting rebel; in To ride! or, Pollux' mystery, to fence? Tyrone it was considered as a treaty of peace between two po The Pyrrhic gestures, both to dance and spring tentates."--CAMDEN'S Britannia, by Gough. Lond. 1806, fol. In arnour, to be active in the wars? vol. iv. p. 412.

To study tigures, numbers, and proportions, When reduced to extremity by the English, and forsaken by his May yield item great in counsels, and the arts allies, this Shane.Dymas fled to Clandeboy, then occupied by a Grave Nestor and the wise Ulysses practised? colony of Scottish Highlanders of the family of MacDonell. He To make their English sweet upon their tongue, was at first courteously received ; but by degrees they began to As reverend Chaucer says? quarrel about the slaugliter of some of their friends whom Shane.

"Host. Sir, you mistake; Dymas had put to death, and advancing from words to deeds, fell To play Sir Pundarus, my copy hath it, upon him with their broadswords, and cut him to pieces. After And carry messages to Madame Cressida; his death a law was made that none should presume to take the Instead of backing the brave stered o' mornings, name and title of O'Neale.

To court the chambermaid ; and for a leap 1 The O'Neales were closely allied with this powerful and war. O'the vanlting horse, to ply the vaulting house : like mily; for Henry Owen O'Nealo married the daughter of For exercise of arms, a bale of dice, Thomas Earl of Killare, and their son Con More married his Or two or three pack of cards to show the cheat, cousin-german, a daughter of GeraldEarl of Kildare. This Con. And nimbleness of band; mistake a cloak More cursed any of his posterity who should learn the English Upon my Jord's back, and pawn it: case his pocket language, sow corn, or build houses, so as to invite the English of a supertluous watch: or geld a jewe! to settle in their country. Othere ascribe this anathema to his

Of an odd stone or so; twinge two or three buttons son Con-Bacco. Feartlatha O'Gnive, band to the O'Neales of From off my lady's gown: These are the arts Clannaboy, complains in the same spirit of the towers and ram

Or seven liberal deadly sciences parts with which the strangers had disfigured the fair sporting of pagery, or rather paganism, fields of Erin.-See WALKER's Irish Bords, p. 140.

As the tides run; to which it he apply him, & Lacy informs us, in the old play already quoted, how the ca. valry raised by the country sontlenien for Charien's service were

He may perhaps take a degree at Tyburn usually officered. "Yon, cornet, have a name that's proper for

A year the earlier ; come to take a lecture

Upon Aquinas at St. Thomas a Watering's, all corpets to be called by, for they are all beardless boys in our And so go forth a laureat in hemp circle!" army. The most part of our horse were raised thus :- The ho

BEN JONSON 8 New Inn, Act I. Sceno III.


ROKEBY. But when he saw him prisoner made,

When it has happ'd some casual phrase He kiss'd and then resign'd his blade, *

Waked memory of iny former daye. And yielded him an easy prey

Believe, that few can backward cast To those who led the Knight away;

Their thoughts with pleasure on the past; Resolvd Matilda's sire should prove

But I!--my youth was rash and vain,!!
In prison, as in fight, his love.

And blood and rage my manhood stain,

And my gray hairs must now descend
When lovers meet in adverse hour,

To my cold grave without a friend ! 'Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower,

Even thou, Matilda, wilt disown A watery ray, an instant seen

Thy kinsman, when his guilt is known. The darkly closing clouds between.

And must I list the bloody veil, As Redmond on the turf reclined,

That hides my dark and fatal iale! The past and present fill'd his mind it

I must-I will-Pale pliantom, cease! "It was not thus," Affection said,

Leave me one little hour in peace! "I dream'd of my return, dear maid !

Thus haunted, think'st thou I have skill Not thus, when from thy trembling hand,

Thine own commission to fulfil ? I took the banner and the brand,

Or, while thou point'st with gesture fierce, When round me, as the bugles blew,

Thy blighted check, thy bloody hearse, Their blades three hundred warriors drew,

How can I paint thee as thou wert, And, while the standard I unroll’d,

So fair in face, so warm in heart! Clash'd their bright arms, with clamour bold.

XX. Where is that banner now?--its pride

Yes, she was fair!-Matilda, thou Lies 'whelm'd in Ouse's sullen tide!

Hast a soft sadness on thy brow; Where now these warriors?-in their gore,

But hers was like the sunny glow, They cumber Marston's dismal moor!

That laughs on earth and all below! And what avails a useless brand,

We wedded secret- there was need Held by a captive's shackled hand,

Differing in country and in creed ; That only would his life retain,

And when to Mortham's tower she came, To aid thy sire to bear his chain !"

We mentioned not her race and name, Thus Redmond to himself apart;

Until thy sire, who fought afar, IT Nor lighter was his rival's heart;

Should turn him home from foreign war, For Wilfrid, while his generous soul

On whose kind influence we relied Disdain’d to profit by control,

To sooth her father's ire and pride. By many a sign could mark too plain,

Few months we lived retired, unknown, Save with such aid, his hopes were vain.

To all but one dear friend alone, But now Matilda's accents stole

One darling friend-1 spare his shame, On the dark visions of their soul,

I will not write the villain's name! And bade their mournful musing fly,

My trespasses I might forget, **
Like mist before the zephyr's sigh.

And sue in vengeance for the debt

Due by a brother worm to me, "I need not to my friends recall,

Ungrateful to God's clemency, tt How Mortham shunn'd my father's hall;

That spared me penitential time, A man of silence and of wo,

Nor cut me off amid my crime. – Yet ever anxious to bestow

XXI. On my poor self whate'er could prove

A kindly smile to all she lent, A kinsman's confidence and love.

But on her husband's friend 'twas bent My feeble aid could sometimes chase

So kind, that from its harmless glee, 1 The clouds of sorrow for a space :

The wretch misconstrued villany. But oftener, fix'd beyond my power,

Repulsed in his presumptuous love, I mark'd his deep despondence lower,

A 'vengeful snare the traitor wove. One dismal cause, by all unguess'd,

Alone we sat-the flask had Aow'd, His fearful confidence confessid;

My blood with heat unwonted glow'd, And twice it was my hap to see

When through the alley'd walk we spied Eramples of that agony,

With hurried step my Edith glide, Which for a season can o'esstrain

Cowering beneath the verdant screen, And wreck the structure of the brain,

As one unwilling to be seen. He had the awful power to know

Words cannot paint the fiendish smile, The approaching mental overthrow,

That curl'd the traitor's cheek the while! And while his mind had courage yet

Fiercely I questioned of the cause; To struggie with the dreadful fit,

He made a cold and artful pause, The vicum writhed against its throes, 5

Then pray'd it might not chafe my mood Like wretch beneath a murderer's blows.

"There was a gallant in the wood!'This malady, I well could mark,

We had been shooting at the deer'; Sprung from some direful cause and dark ;

My cross-bow (evil chance!) was near; But still he kept its source conceal'd,

That ready weapon of my wrath Till arming for the civil field;

I caught, and, hasting up the path,ss Then in my charge he bade me hold

In the yew grove my wife I found, A treasure huge of gems and gold,

A stranger's arins her neck had bound ! With this disjointed dismal scroll,

I mark'd his heart--the bow I drewThat tells the secret of his soul,

I loosed the shaft-twas more than true! In such wild words as oft betray

I found my Edith's dying charms A mind by anguish forced astray.”

Lock'd in her murder'd brother's arms! XIX.

He came in secret to inquire

Her state, and reconcile her sire. Il MORTHAM'S HISTORY. "Matilda ! thou hast seen me start,

As for the moment would o'erstrain

And wreck the balance of the brain.") As if a dagger thrill'd my heart,

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" beneath his throes.")

(MS.--"My youth was folly's reign.'') * (M8.--" His valour sa ved old Rokehy's life,

TT (MS.-"Until thy father, then afar."
But wben he saw him pusoner made,

**|MS.-"], a poor debtor, should forget.''I
He kise'd and then flung down his blade."I

tt (MS.--"Foreetting God's own cleinency") (After this line the MS. has :

11 IMS.-"So kindly, that from harmless glee."') "His ruin'd hopes, impending DOCS

68 (MS.--"I caught a cross-bow that was near, Tul in his cue the tear-drop rose.'')

The readiest weapon of my wrath, 1 (MS.-"But oftener i was my hap to see

And hastening up the Greta path.") Such storms of bitter agony,

03 (This couplet is not in the MS.) Yol. I.--30


Drew back-he durst not cross his steel "All fled my rage- the villain first,

A moment's space with brave O'Neale, Whose craft my jealousy had nursed ;

For all the treasured gold that rests He sought in far and foreign clime

In Mortham's iron-banded chests. To 'scape the vengeance of his crime.

Redmond resumed his seat;-he said, The manner of the slaughter done

Some roe was rustling in the shade. Was known to sew, my guilt to none;

Bertram laugh'd grimly, when he saw Some tale my faithful steward framed

His limorous comrade backward draw; I know not what-of shaft mis-aim'd;

"A trusty mate art thou, to fear And even from those the act who knew,

A single arm, and aid so near! He hid the hand from which it flew.

Yet have I seen thee mark a deer. Untouch'd by human laws I stood,

Give me thy carabine-I'll show But God had heard the cry of blood!

An art that thou wilt gladly know,
There is a blank upon my mind,

How thou mayst safely quell a foe."
A fearful vision ill-defined,
Of raving till my flesh was torn,

Of dungeon-bolts and fetters worn-

On hands and knees fierce Bertram drew, And when I waked to wo more mild,

The spreading birch and hazels through, And question’d of my infant child

Till he had Redmond full in view; (Have I not written, that she bare

The gun he levell’d--Mark like this A boy, like summer morning fair ?)-

Was Bertram never known to miss, With looks confused my menials tell

When fair opposed to aim there sate That armed men in Mortham dell

An object of his mortal hate. Beset the nurse's evening way,

That day young Redmond's death had seen, And bore her, with her charge, away.

But twice Matilda came between My faithless friend, and none but he,

The carabine and Redmond's breast, Could profit by this villany;

Just ere the spring his finger press'd. Him then, I sought, with purpose dread

A deadly oath the ruflian swore, Of treble vengeance on his head !

But yet his fell design forbore: He 'scaped me--but my bosom's wound

"It ne'er," he mutter'd, "shall be said, Some faint relief from wandering found;

That thus I scath'd thee, haughty maid!'. And over distant land and sea

Then moved to seek more open aim,
I bore my load of misery.

When to his side Guy Denzil came:

"Bertram, forbear !- we are undone "'Twas then that fate my footsteps led

For ever, if thou fire the gun. Among a daring crew and dread, *

By all the fiends, an armed force With whom full oft my hated life

Descends the dell, of foot and horse! I ventured in such desperate strife

We perish if they hear a shorThat even my fierce associates saw

Madman! we have a safer plotMy frantic deeds with doubt and awe.

Nay, friend, be ruled, and bear thee back! Much then I learn'd, and much can show,

Behold, down yonder hollow track, Of human guilt and human wo,

The warlike leader of the band Yet ne'er have, in my wanderings, known

Comes, with his broadsword in his hand." A wretch, whose sorrows match'd my own!

Bertram look'd up; he saw, he knew

That Denzil's fears had counsell'd true,
It chanced, that after battle fray,
Upon the bloody field we lay;

Then cursed his fortune and withdrew,
The yellow moon her lustre shed

Threaded the woodlands undescried, Upon the wounded and the dead,

And gain'd the cave on Greta side.
While, sense in toil and wassail drown'd,

My ruffian comrades slept around,
There came a voice-its silver tone

They whom dark Bertram, in his wrath, Was soft, Matilda, as thine own

Doom'd to captivity or death, “Ah wretch !' it said, 'what makest thou here,

Their thoughts to one sad subject lent, While unavenged my bloody bier,

Saw not nor heard the ambushment. While unprotected lives mine heir,

Heedless and unconcern'd they sate,
Without à father's name and care ?

While on the very verge of fate;

Heedless and unconcern'd remain'd,

When Heaven the murderer's arm restrained. "I heard-obey'd--and homeward drew ; The fiercest of our desperate crew

As ships drift, darkling down the ride,

Nor see the shelves o'er which they glide. I brought at time of need to aid

Uninterrupted thus they heard My purposed vengeance, long delay'd.

What Mortham's closing tale declared. But, humble be my thanks to Heaven,

He spoke of wealth as of a load, That better hopes and thoughts has given,

By Fortune on a wretch bestow'd, And by our Lord's dear prayer has taught,

In bilier mockery of hate, Mercy by mercy must be bought !

His cureless woes to aggravate; Let me in misery rejoice -

But yet h- pray'd Matilda's care I've seen his face--I've heard his voice-

Might save that treasure for his heirI claim'd of him my only child

His Edith's son--for still he raved As he disown'd the theft, he smiled!

As confident his life was saved; That very calm and callous look,

In frequent vision he averr'd, That fiendish sneer his visage took,

He saw his face, his voice he heard, As when he said, in scornful mood,

Then argued calm-had murder been, There is a gallant in the wood!'

The blood, the corpses, had been seen; I did not slay him as he stood-

Some had pretended, too, to mark All praise be to my Maker given !

On Windermere a stranger bark, Long sufl'rance is one path to heaven.”

Whose crew, with jealous care, yet mild, XXV.

Guarded a female and a child. Thus far the woful tale was heard,

While these faint proofs he told and press'd, When something in the thicket stirrd.

Hope seem'd to kindle in his breast; Up Redmond sprung; the villain Guy,

Though inconsistent, vague, and vain, (For he it was ihat lurk'd so nigh,)

It warp'd his judgment, and his brain.t • (MS.—"'Twas then that fate my footsteps threw

(MS.-“ Hope, inconsistent, vague, and vain, Among a wild and naring crew.'')

Socm d on the theme to warp his brain.")


Safest with thee."-While thus she spoke, These solemn words his story close :

Arm'd soldiers on their converse broke, "Heaven witness for me, that I chose

The same of whose approach afraid, My part in this sad civil fight,

The ruffians left their ambuscade. Moved by no cause but England's right.

Their chief to Wilfrid bended low, My country's groans have bid me draw

Then look'd around as for a foe. My sword for gospel and for law!

"What mean'st thou, friend,” young Wycliffe said These righted, I fing arms aside,

"Why thus in arms beset the glade ?"And seek my son through Europe wide.

"That would I gladly learn from you; My wealth, on which a kinsman nigh

For up my squadron as I drew, Already casts a grasping eye.

To exercise our martial game With thee may unsuspected lie.

Upon the moor of Barninghame, When of my death Matilda hears,

A stranger told you were waylaid, Let her retain her trust three years;

Surrounded, and to death betray'd. If none, from me, the treasure claim,

He had a leader's voice, I ween, Perish'd is Mortham's race and name.

A falcon glance, a warrior's mien, Then let it leave her generous hand,

He bade me bring you instant aid;
And How in bounty o'er the land;

I doubted not, and I obey'd.”
Soften the wounded prisoner's loi,
Rebuild the peasant's ruined cot;

So spoils, acquired by fight afar,

Wilfrid changed colour, and, amazed, Shall mitigate domestic war.”

Turn'd short, and on the speaker gazed :

While Redmond every thicket round

Track'd earnest as a questing hound,
The generous youths, who well had known

And Denzil's carabine he found ; Of Mortham's mind the powerful tone,

Sure evidence, by which they knew To that high mind, by sorrow swerved,

The warning was as kind as true. Gave sympathy his woes deserved ;*

Wisest it seem'd, with cautious speed But Wilfrid chief, who saw reveal'd

To leave the dell. It was agreed, Why Mortham wish'd his life conceald,

That Redmond, with Matilda fair, In secret, doubtless, to pursue

And fitting, guard, should home repair ;3 The schemes his wilder'd fancy drew.

At nightfall Wilfrid should attend, Thoughtful he heard Matilda tell,

With a strong band, his sister-friend, That she would share her father's cell,

To bear with her from Rokeby's bowers His partner of captivity,

To Barnard Castle's lofty towers, Where'er his prison-house should be ;

Secret and safe the banded chests, Yet grieved to think that Rokeby-hall,

In which the wealth of Mortham rests. Dismantled, and forsook by all,

This hasty purpose fix'd, they part,
Open to rapine and to stealth,

Each with a grieved and anxious heart.
Had now no safeguard for the wealth
Intrusted by her kinsman kind,
And for such noble use design'd.
"Was Barnard Castle then her choice,"

Willnd inquired with hasty voice,
"Since there the victor's laws ordain,"

I. Her father must a space remain ?"

The sultry summer day is done, A Autier'd hope his accents shook,

The western hills have hid the sun, A futter'd joy was in his look.

But mountain peak and village spire Matilda hasten'd to reply,

Retain reflection of his fire. For anger flash'd in Redmond's eye ;

Old Barnard's towers are purple still, "Duty," she said, with gentle grace,

To those that gaze from Toller-hill: "Kind Wilfrid, has no choice of place ;

Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Else had I for my sire assign'd

Like steel upon the anvil glows;
Prison less galling to his mind,

And Stanmore's ridge, behind that lay,
Than that his wild-wood haunts which sees Rich with the spoils of parting, day,
And hears the murmur of the Tees,

In crimson and in gold array'd,
Recalling thus, with every glance,

Streaks, yet a while, the closing shade, What captive's sorrow can enhance;

Then slow resigns to darkening heaven But where those woes are highest, there

The tints which brighter hours had given. Needs Rokeby most his daughter's care."

Thus aged men, full loath and slow,

The vanities of life forego,
He felt the kindly check she gave,

And count their youthful follies o'er,
And stood abash'd-then answer'd grave:

Till Memory lends her light no more.Il "I sought thy purpose, noble maid,

II. Thy doubts to clear, thy schemes to aid.

The eve, that slow on upland fades, I have beneath mine own command,

Has darker closed on Rokeby's glades. So wills my sire, a gallant band,

Where, sunk within their banks profound, And well could send some horseman wight

Her guardian streams to meeting wound. To bear the treasure forth by night.

The stately oaks, whose sombre frown And so bestow it as you deem

Of noontide made a twilight brown, In these ill days may safest seem.

Impervious now to fainter light, Thanks, gentle Wilfrid, thanks," she said : Of i wilight make an early night. I "O, be it not one day delay'd !

Hoarse into middle air arose And, more thy sister-friend to aid,

The vespers of the roosting crows, Be thou thyself content to hold,,

And with congenial murmurs seem In thine own keeping, Mortham's gold,

To wake the Genii of the stream;

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* (MS.-" To that high mind thus warp'd and swerved, * (M9.-" In martial exercise to move

The pity gave his woes deserved.")

Upon the open moor above.") : (M8.-" And they the gun of Denzil find;

A witness sure to every mind

The warning was as true as kind.") $(MS.

It was agreed,

That Redinond, with Matilda fair,
Should straight to Rokeby Hall repair,
And, foes so near them, known solate,

A guard should tend her to the gate.")
I ("The fifth canto opens with an evening scene, of its acous-
tomed beauty when delineated by Mr. Scott. The mountain
fading in the twilight, is nobly imagined."- Monthly Review.)

a darksome night.")

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