For louder clamour'd Greta's tide, III. Now, through the wood's dark mazes past, Stern Time the foeman's work had done. But yet precautions, lately ta'en, T Lending such strength as might withstand The beams once more were taught to bear The moon through transom-shafts of stone, By fits in sighs its breath resign'd."] The ancient castle of Rokeby stood exactly upon the site of the present mansion, by which a part of its walls is enclosed. It is surrounded by a profusion of fine wood, and the park in which it stands is adomed by the junction of the Greta and of the Tees. The title of Baron Rokeby of Armagh was, in 1777, conferred on the Right Reverend Richard Robinson, Primate of Ireand, descended of the Robinsons, formerly of Rokeby, in Yorkshire. [MS.-"The weary night the warders wore, V. Matilda soon to greet him came, All needful, meetly to arrange The mansion for its mournful change. And let our contest be, whose care VI. There was no speech the truce to bind; A generous thought, at once impress'd A joy beyond the reach of fate. It is a sight but rarely spied, Thanks to man's wrath and woman's pride. "Summer eve is gone and past, The trembling drawbridge into air; studded? For Wilfrid oped the jealous care door, And, on his entry, bolt and bar ** [MS.-" Confus'd he stood, as loath to say What might his sire's base mood display Then hinted, lest some curious eye."] But the stern porter answer gave, With "Get thee hence, thou strolling knave! Answer'd the ready Minstrel's strain. SONG RESUMED. แ "Bid not me, in battle-field, Trust me, thou shalt not part so well." With somewhat of appealing look, "O blame not, as poor Harpool's crime, An evil of this evil time. He deems dependant on his care [MS.-"O, bid not me bear sword and shield, [MS. For gentler art this hand was made."] To vagrants at our parting hour."] The following brief pedigree of this very ancient and once pow erful family, was kindly supplied to the author by Mr. Rokeby of Northamptonshire, descended of the ancient barons of Rokeby :"Pedigree of the House of Rokeby. 1. Sir Alex. Rokeby, Knt. married to Sir Hump. Liftle's daugh 7. Sir Thos. Rokeby, Knt. to Sir Ralph Ury's daughter † 8. Ralph Rokeby, Esq, to daughter of Mansfield, heir of Morton.I 9. Sir Tho. Rokeby, Knt to Stroode's daughter and heir. 10. Sir Ralph Rokeby, Knt. to Sir Jas, Strangwayes' daughter. Sir Thus, Rokeby, Knt. to Sir John Hotham's daughter. 12. Ralph Rokeby, Esq. to Danby of Yaflorth's daughter and heir. 13. Tho. Rokeby, Esq. to Rob. Constable's daughter, of Cliff, serit, at law. 14. Christopher Rokeby, Esq. to Lasscells of Brackenburgh's daugh ter." 15. Thos. Rokeby, Esq. to the daughter of Thweng. 16. Sir Thomas Rokeby, Knt. to Sir Ralph Lawson's daughter of Brough. 17 Frans. Rokeby, Esq. to Faucett's daughter, citizen of London. 15. Thos. Rokeby, Esq. to the daughter of Wickliffe of Gales. High Sheriffs of Yorkshire. 17. 11 Edw. 3. Ralph Hastings and Thos. de Rokeby. 1343. 17 Edw. 3. Thos. de Rokeby, pro. sept. annis. 1:59. 25 Edw. 3. Sir Thomas Rok by, Justiciary of Ireland for six years; died at the castle of Kilka. 1467. 8 Hen. 4. Thos. Rokeby Miles, defeated and slew the Duke of Northumberland at the Battle of Bramham Moor. 1411. 12 Hen. 4. Thos. Rokeby Miles. 1158 1539. Thos. Rokeby, Esq. ..... Robert Holgate, Bish. of Landaff, afterwards P. of York, Ld. President of the Council for the Preservation of Peace in the North. 1561. 6 Eliz. Thomas Younge, Archbishop of Yorke, Ld. President. 30 Hen. 8. Tho. Rokeby, LL.D. one of the Council. Jn. Rokeby, LL.D. one of the Council. Henry Hastings, Earl of Huntingdon, Ld. Pre 1572. 15 Eliz. 1574. 17 Eliz. sident. Jo. Rokeby, Esq. one of the Council. Jo. Rokeby, LL.D. ditto. Ralph Rokeby, Esq one of the Secretaries. 7 Will. 3. Sir J. Rokeby, Knt. one of the Justices of the King's Bench. • Live. ↑ Temp. Edw. 2dL. Temp. Edw. Jul. Temp. Henr. 7mi, and from him is the house of Skyers, of a fourth brother. From him is the house of Hotham, and of the second brother that had Nor judges meet to ope the tower Of rough and stubborn faithfulness. IX. SONG RESUMED. "I have song of war for knight "Rokeby's lords of martial fame, "Rokeby's lords had fair regard Take the weary harper in !" "Hark! Harpool parleys-there is hope," Said Redmond, "that the gate will ope.' --"For all thy brag and boast, I trow, Naught know'st thou of the Felon Sow,"§ The family of De Rokeby came over with the Conqueror. The old motto belonging to the family is In Bivio Dextra. The arms, argent, chevron sable, between three rooks proper. There is somewhat more to be found in our family in the Scot tish History about the affairs of Dun-Bretton town, but what it is, and in what time, I know not, nor can have convenient leisure to search. But Parson Black wood, the Scottish chaplain to the Lord of Shrewsbury, recited to me once a piece of a Scottish song, wherein was mentioned, that William Wallis, the great deliverer of the Scots from the English bondage, should, at Dun-Bretton, have been brought up under a Rokeby, captain then of the place; and as he walked on a cliff, should thrust him on a sudden into the sea, and thereby have gotten that hold, which, I think, was about the 33d of Edw. I. or before. Thus, leaving our ancestors of record, we must also with them leave the Chronicle of Malmesbury Abbey, called Eulogium Historiarum, out of which Mr. Leland reporteth this history, and coppy down unwritten story, the which have yet the testimony of later times, and the fresh memory of men yet alive, for their warrant and creditt, of whom I have learned it, that in K. Henry the 7th's reign, one Ralph Rokeby, Esq. was owner of Morton, and I guess that this was he that deceived the fryars of Richmond with his felon swine, on which a jargon was made." The above is a quotation from a manuscript written by Ralph Rokeby; when he lived is uncertain. To what metrical Scottish tradition Parson Blackwood alluded, it would be now in vain to inquire. But in Blind Harry's History of Sir William Wallace, we find a legend of one Rukbie, whom he makes keeper of Stirling Castle under the English usurpation, and whom Wallace slays with his own hand : "In the great press Wallace and Rukbie met, With his good sword a stroke upon him set; Derfly to death the old Rukbie he drave, But his two sons escaped among the lave.' These sons, according to the romantic Minstrel, surrendered the castle on conditions, and went back to England, but returned to Scotland in the days of Bruce, when one of them became again keeper of Stirling Castle. Immediately after this achievement follows another engagement, between Wallace and those Western Highlanders who embraced the English interest, at a pass in Glendonchart, where many were precipitated into the lake over a precipice. These circumstances may have been confused in the narrative of Parson Black wood, or in the recollection of Mr. Rokeby. In the old ballad of Chevy Chase, there is mentioned, among the English warriors, "Sir Raff the ryche Rugbe," which may apply to Sir Ralph Rokeby, the tenth haron in the pedigree. The more modern copy of the ballad runs thus : "Good Sir Ralph Rabey ther was slain, This would rather seem to relate to one of the Nevilles of Raby. But, as the whole ballad is romantic, accuracy is not to be looked for. The ancient minstrels had a comic as well as a serious strain of romance; and although the examples of the latter are by far the most numerous, they are, perhaps, the less valuable. The comic romance was a sort of parody upon the usual subjects o. minstrel poetry. If the latter described deeds of heroic achievement, and the events of the battle, the tourney, and the chase, the former, as in the Tournament of Tottenham, introduced a set of Quoth Harpool,, nor how Greta-side clowns debating in the field with all the assumed circumstances of chivalry; or, as in the Hunting of the Hare, (see Weber's Metrical Romances, vol. iii.) persons of the same description fol lowing the chase, with all the grievous mistakes and blunders incident to such unpractised sportsmen. The idea, therefore, of Don Quixote's frenzy, although inimitably embodied and brought out, was not, perhaps, in the abstract, altogether original. One of the very best of these mock romances, and which has no small portion of comic humour, is the Huting of the Felon Sow of Rokeby by the Friars of Richmond, Ralph Rokeby, who (for the jest's sake apparently) bestowed this intractable animal on the convent of Richmond, seems to have flourished in the time of Henry VII, which, since we know not the date of Friar Theobald's Wardenship, to which the poem refers us, may indicate that of the composition itself. Morton, the Mortham of the text, is mentioned as being this facetious baron's place of residence; accordingly, Leland notices, that Mr. Rokeby hath a place call ed Mortham, a little beneath Grentey-bridge, almost on the mouth of Grentey." That no information may be lacking which is in my power to supply, I have to notice, that the Mistress Rokeby of the romance, who so charitably refreshed the sow after she had discomfited Friar Middleton and his auxiliaries, was, as appears from the pedigree of the Rokeby family, daughter and heir of Danby of Yatforth. This curious poem was first published in Mr. Whitaker's History of Craven, but, from an inaccurate manuscript, not corrected very happily. It was transferred by Mr. Evans to the new edition of his Ballads, with some well-judged conjectural improvements. I have been induced to give a more authentic and full, though still an imperfect, edition of this humorous composition, from being furnished with a copy from a manuscript in the possession of Mr. Rokeby, to whom I have acknowledged my obligations in the last Note. It has three or four stanzas more than that of Mr. Whitaker, and the language seems, where they differ, to have the more ancient and genuine readings. The Felon Sow of Rokeby and the Friars of Richmond. Of one I will you tell; And of a sew that was seal strang, She was mare than other three, Her walk was endlong!! Greta side; Ralph of Rokeby, with good will, The Fryers of Richmond gave her till,TT With him tooke he wicht men two, Peter Dale was one of thoe, That ever was brin as beare ;111 And well durst strike with sword and knife, And fight full manly for his life, What time as mister ware.$$$ These three men went at God's will, Rugg and rusty was her haire; She was so grisely for to meete, When Fryar Middleton her saugh,**** Full earnestly look't hee. These men of aunters that was so wight,++++ They bound them bauldly!111 for to fight, And strike at her full sare: Until a kiln they garred her flee. They wold ask him noa mare. Both the MS. and Mr. Whitaker's copy real ancestors, evidently a corruption of aunters, adventures, as corrected by Mr. Evans - Sow, according to provincial pronunciation-1 So Yorkshire dialect.- Fele. many; Sax. A corruption of quell, to kill — More, greater.-** Went.ft Alive Along the side of Greta.- Barn, chill, man in general. From To. Make-111 Since-11 Pierce as a bear. Mr. Whitaker's copy reads, perhaps in consequence of mistsking the MS "T'other was Bryan of Bear.-$5$Need were. Mr. Whitaker reads musters.Lying- A fierce countenance or manner. Saw.- Wight, brave. The Rokeby MS. reads incounters, and Mr. Whitaker, auncestors. -1111 Boklly. That well could strike with sword amain, Street. The sew was in the kiln hole down, Durst noe man neigh her with his hand, A little fro the street. And there she made them such a fray, He might not hold his feet. With many a hideous yell; "Thou art come hither for some traine, I conjure thee to go againe Where thou wast wont to dwell." He sayned him with crosse and creede, Took forth a book, began to reade In St. John his gospell. The sew she would not Latin heare, That blinked all his blee ;*** And when she would have taken her hold, To them it was no boote: Upon trees and bushes that by her stood, She ranged as she was wood, And rave them up by roote. He sayd, Alas, that I was Frear! Wist**** my brethren in this houre. They would pray for me.' This wicked beast that wrought this woe, And then they fledd all three; The feild it was both lost and wonne;!!!! To Morton on the Greene; He bad them stand out of her way, On the beam above. To prevent.- Assaulted- Rope. Wading See the sequel.- Dare. Rushed - Leave it. Pulle $ This line is wanting in Mr. Whitaker's copy, whence it has been cu Jectured that something is wanting after this stanza, which now there is occasion to suppose.- Evil device. Blessed. Fr.- Lost his colour. -111 Sheltered himself Fierce-$$$ The MS. reads, to labour we The text seems to mean that all their labour to obtain their intended meat was of no use to them. Mr. Whitaker reads, X. Matida smiled!" Cold hope," said she, "From Harpool's love of minstrelsy! But, for this harper, may we dare, Redmond, to mend his couch and fare?"O, ask me not!-At minstrel-string My heart from infancy would spring; She gave her meate upon the flower, And Pater Dale would never blinn," Till he came to his wife." The warden said, "I am full of woe, You will all speake words at hame, He look't so griesly all that night, The warden said, Yon man will fight The warden waged on the morne, The one was Gibbert Griffin's son, The other was a bastard son of Spain, His dint*** hath gart them die. That they should boldly bide and fight, The warden sealed to them againe, "We shall for you pray, sing, and read With all our progeny." Then the letters well was made, As deedes of armes should be. These men of armes that weere so wight, She would have riven his orivich geare, She strave so stiffly in that stower,**** The blood came at the last. The line is almost illegible. —† Each one. --I Since then, after that Tabor lines are wanting in Mr. Whitaker'scopy. Cease, stop. Run. Fhitaker's History of Craven reds perhaps better, Warhick, or wizard-11 Harm-21 New! Beat. The copy in Mr. "The fend would ding you down' ilk one." Y' passt," may be yon geal, i, e. that adventure; or it may mean yon parion, which in oli pems is applied sometimes to what is su Hired a Yorkshire phrase Blow.ttt Broad, large. Such like aly babes The priotal epy reads. The beast bath." &C.Dres wat in the combat-Bone Meeting, battle. Nor can I hear its simplest strain, Then Gilbert grieved was sea sarc, And lift her on a horse sea hee, The Fryers on that day. They thanked God and St. Francis, If ye will any more of this, In the Fryers of Richmond, 'tis And how Fryar Middleton that was so kend, In likeness of a swine. It is well known to many a man. That Fryar Theobald was warden than, And this fell in his time; And Christ them bless both farre and neare, And him that made the rhime. Ralph Rokeby with full good will, The Fryers of Richmond he gave her till, Fryar Middleton by his name, Would needs bring the fat sew hame, That rued him since full sare. The Filea, or Ollamh Re Dan, was the proper bard, or, as the name literally implies poet. Each chieftain of distinction had one or more in his service, whose office was usually hereditary. The late ingenious Mr. Cooper Walker has assembled a curious collection of particulars concerning this order of men, in his Historical Memoirs of the Irish Bards. There were itinerant bards of less elevated rank, but all were held in the highest veneration. The English, who considered them as chief supporters of the spirit of national independence, were much disposed to proscribe this race of poets, as Edward I. is said to have done in Wales. Spenser, while he admit the merit of their wild poetry, as "savouring of sweet wit and good invention, and sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device," yet ri orously condemns the whole application of their poetry, as abased to "the gracing of wickedness and vice," The household minstrel was admitted even to the feast of the prine whom he served, and sat at the same table. It was one of the customs of which Sir Richard Sewry, I to whose charge Richard I. committed the instruction of four Irish monarcha in the civilization of the period, found it most difficult to break his royal disciples, though he had also much udo to subject them to other English rules, and particularly to reconcile them to wear breeches. "The kyng, my souereviene lord's entent was that in maner, countenance, and apparell of clothyng, they sholde use according to the maner of Englande, for the kynge thought to make them all four knyghtes; they had a fayre house to lodge in. in Duvelyn, and I was charged to abyde styll with them, and not to departe; and so two or three dayes I suffered them to do as they lyst, and sayde nothyng to them, but folowed their owne appetytes: they wolde sitte at the table, and make countenance nother good nor fayre. Than I thought I shulde cause them to chaunge that maner; they wolde cause their mynstrells, their seruantes, and varlettes to sytte with them, and to eate in their owne dyssehe, and to drinke of their cuppes; and they shewed me that the usage of their cuntre was good, for they sayd in all thyngs (except their beddes) they were and lyved as comen. So the fourthe day 1 ordayned other tables to be couered in the hall, after the usage of Englande, and I made these four knyghtes to sytte at the hyzhe table, and there mynstrels at arother borde, and their seruantes and varlettes at another byneth them, wherof by semynge they were displeased, and beheld each other, and wolde not eate, and sayde, how I wolde take fro them their good usage, wherein they had been norished. Then I answered them, smyling, to apeace them, that it was not honourable for their estates to do as they dyde before, and that they must leave it, and use the custom of Englande, and that it was the kynge's pleasure they shulde so do, and how he was charged so to order putte themselfe under the obeysance of the Kynge of England, them. When they harde that, they suffered it, bycanse they had and parceuered in the same as long as I was with them; yet, they had one use which I knew was well used in their cuntre, and that was, they dyde wee nor breches; I caused breches of lynen Hie, Iristen.-† The MS. reals, mistakenly, every day-1 Price. - The father of Sir Gawain, in the romance of Arthur and Merlin. The MS. is thas corrupted,Mere leth of Louth Ryme. Well known, or perhaps kind, well deposed Shift from wild rage to wilder glee, 125 Matilda's dark and soften'd eye clothe to be made for them. Whyle I was with them I caused them to leaue many rude thynges, as well in clothing as in other causes. Moche ado I had at the fyrst to cause them to wear gownes of sylke, furred with myneuere and gray; for before these Knyges thought themselfe well appareiled whan they had on a mantell. They rode alwayes without saddles and styropes, and with great payne I made them to ride after our usage."-LORD BERNERS' Froissart. Lond. 1812, 4to, vol. ii. p. 621. The influence of these bards upon their patrons, and their admitted title to interfere in matters of the weightiest concern, may be also proved from the behaviour of one of them at an interview between Thomas Fitzgerald, son of the Earl of Kildare, then about to renounce the English allegiance, and the Lord Chancellor Cromer, who made a long and goodly oration to dissuade him from his purpose. The young lord had come to the council armed and weaponed," and attended by seven score horsemen in their shirts of mail; and we are assured that the chancellor, having set forth his oration "with such a lamentable action as his cheekes were all belubbered with tears, the horsemen, namelie, such as understood not English, began to diuine what the lordchancellor meant with all this long circumstance; some of them reporting that he was preaching a sermon, others said that he stood making of some heroicall poetry in the praise of the Lord Thomas. And thus as every idiot shot his foolish bolt at the wise chancellor his discourse, who in effect had nought else but drop pretious stones before hogs, one Bard de Nelan, an Irish rithmour, and a rotten sheepe to infect a whole flocke, was chatting of Irish verses, as though his toong had run on pattens, in commendation of the Lord Thomas, investing him with the title of Silken Thomas, bicause his horsemens jacks were gorgeously imbroidered with silke; and in the end he told him. that he lingered there ouer long; whereat the Lord Thomas being quickened," as Hollinshed expresses it, bid defiance to the chancellor, threw down contemptuously the sword of office, which, in his father's absence, he held as deputy, and rushed forth to engage in open insurrection. * [MS. "to sympathy."] Clandeboy is a district of Ulster, formerly possessed by the sept of the O'Neales, and Slieve Donard a romantic mountain in the same province. The clan was ruined after Tyrone's great rebellion, and their places of abode laid desolate. The ancient Irish, wild and uncultivated in other respects, did not yield even o their descendants in practising the most free and extended hospitality; and doubtless the bards mourned the decay of the mansion of their chiefs in strains similar to the verses of the Briish Llywarch Hen on a similar occasion, which are affecting, even hrough the discouraging medium of a literal translation: "Silent-breathing gale, long wilt thou be heard! Like thine, dear Redmond, lowly laid, Young Redmond dared not trust his voice, Than, arm'd with all a chieftain's power,§ XII. The blood left Wilfrid's ashen cheek; This hearth, will it not be overgrown with spreading bramblest This hearth, will it not be covered with thorns! This hearth, will it not be covered with dock-leaves! Heroic Elegies of Llyroare Hen, by OWEN "The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night, I must weep awhile, and then be silent! Except God doth, who will endue me with patience! Whilst he lived there was no broken roof! The hall of Cynddylan is without love this night, Ah, death: it will be but a short time he will leave me! On the top of the rock of Hydwyth, Without its lord, without company, without the circling feasts! Tears afflict the cheeks! The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night, My overflowing tears gush out! The hall of Cynddylan pierces me to see it, My general dead, and I alive myself! The hall of Cynddylan is the seat of chill grief this night, Without the men, without the women, who reside there! The great merciful God, what shal! I do!" Ibid. p. 77. [MS.-"That hearth, my father's honour'd place, Full soon may see a stranger's face."] § [MS. "Tanist's power."], (MS.-" Find for the needy room and fire, And this poor wanderer by the blaze."] 7 |