Meantime, kind Wycliffe, wilt thou try True, I must leave sweet Rokeby's glades, Where summer flowers grow wild at will, XIII. THE CYPRESS WREATH.S O, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine Then, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Let merry England proudly rear Strike the wild harp, while maids prepare Of yonder harp --Nay, clear thy brow."] Marwood-chase is the old park extending along the Durham side of the Tees, attached to Barnard Castle. Toller Hill is an eminence on the Yorkshire side of the river, commanding a superb view of the ruins. MS.-"Where rose and lily I will twine In guerdon of a song of thine.") 5 [Mr Scott has imparted a delicacy, (we mean in the colouring, for of the design we cannot approve.) a sweetness and a melancholy smile to this parting picture,that really enchant us. Poor Wilfnd is sadly discomfited by the last instance of encouragement to Redmond; and Mat ida endeavours to cheer him by requesting, in the prettiest, and yet in the most touching manner, Kind Wyelife to try his minstrelsy. We will here just ask Mr. Scott, whether this would not be actual, infernal, and intolerable torture to a man who had any soul? Why, then, make his heroine even the unwilling cause of such misery? Matilda had talked of twining a wreath for her poet of holly green and lily gay, and he singa, broken-hearted, The Cypress Wreath." We have, however, inserted this as one of the best of Mr. Scott's songs."Monthly Review.Ï ■ {MS.—" I would not wish thee {i} degree So lost to hope as falls to me; But {wert thou such, in minstrel pride if thou wert, The land we'd traverse, side by side, That sought the halls of barons bold."] ¶ Drummond of Hawthornden was in the zenith of his reputation as a poet during the Civil Wars. He died in 1649. MacCurtin, hereditary Ollamh of North Munster, and Filea to Donough, Earl of Thomond, and President of Munster. This nobleman was amongst those who were prevailed upon to join VOL. I.-3 P Yes! twine for me the cypress bough: XIV. O'Neale observed the starting tear, On prancing steeds, like harpers old, From Michael's Mount to Skiddaw's Peak, And I, thy mate, in rougher strain, M'Curtin's harp should charm no more!"** แ From Wilfrid's wo-worn cheek a smile. XV. 'But," said Matilda, "ere thy name, I know their faithful hearts will grieve, The harper came ;-in youth's first prime His garb was fashion'd, to express Elizabeth's forces. Soon as it was known that he had basely abandoned the interests of his country, MacCurtin presented an adulatory poem to MacCarthy, chief of South Munster, and of the Euginian line, who, with O'Neil, O'Donnel, Lacy, and others, were deeply engaged in protecting their violated country. In this poem he dwells with rapture on the courage and patriotism of MacCarthy; but the verse that should (according to an estab lished law of the order of the bards) be introduced in the praise of O'Brien, he turns into severe satire:- How am Tafflicted (says he) that the descendant of the great Brion Boiromh cannot furnish me with a theme worthy the honour and glory of his exalted race!' Lord Thomond, hearing this, vowed vengeance on the spirited bard, who fled for refuge to the county of Cork. One day observing the exasperated nobleman and his equipage at a small distance, he thought it was in vain to fly, and pretended to be suddenly seized with the pangs of death; directing his wife to lament over him, and tell his lordship, that the sight of him, by awakening the sense of his ingratitude, had so much affected him that he could not support it; and desired her at the same time to tell his lordship, that he entreated, as a dying request, his forgiveness. Soon as Lord Thomond arrived, the feigned tale was related to him. That nobleman was moved to compassion, and not only declared that he most heartily forgave him, but, opening his purse, presented the fair mourner with some pieces to inter him. This instance of his lordship's pity and generosity gave courage to the trembling bard; who, suddenly springing up, recited an extemporaneous ode in praise of Donough, and. re-entering into his service, became once more his favourite."-WALKER'S Memoirs of the Irish Bards. Lond. 1788. 4to. p. 141. + Among the entertainments presented to Elizabeth at Kenilworth Castle, was the introduction of a person designed to represent a travelling minstrel, who entertained her with a solemn story out of the Acts of King Arthur. Of this person's dress and appearance Mr. Laneham has given us a very accurate account, transferred by Bishop, Percy to the preliminary Dissertation on Minstrels, prefixed to his Reliques of Ancient Poetry, vol. i His harp in silken scarf was slung, It seem'd some masker's quaint array, XVI. He made obeisance with a free Each look and accent, framed to please, All that expression base was gone, As erst the demon fled from Saul.t More free-drawn breath inspired the sound, Such was the youth whom Rokeby's Maid, My youth, with bold Ambition's mood, To fame unknown; What should my soaring views make good? Love came with all his frantic fire, And praised the tone; What could presumptuous hope inspire? At manhood's touch the bubble burst, Love's sway to own; * [MS.-" Nor could keen Redmond's aspect brook."] [MS." Came blindfold to the Castle-hall, As if to bear her funeral pall"] "But the Spirit of the Lord departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the Lord troubled him. "And Saul said unto his servants, Provide me now a man that can play well, and bring him to me And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: So Saul was refreshed, and as well Wo came with war, and want with wo; My fields laid waste, my cot laid low? Ambition's dreams I've seen depart, Yet rests one solace to my heart,-- Then over mountain, moor, and hill, Thy strings mine elegy shall thrill, XIX. A pleasing lay!" Matilda said; To seek his guard-room in the porch. Then paused amid the martial sound, He said, "that would a minstrel wrong,. And, with your honour'd leave, would fain And Harpool stopp'd and turn'd to hear He has doff'd the silk doublet the breast-plate to bear, He has placed the steel-cap o'er his long flowing hair, From his belt to his stirrup his broadsword hangs down, Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Grown! For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws, Her King is his leader, her Church is his cause; They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all The roundheaded rebels of Westminster Hall; There's Derby and Cavendish, dread of their foes: trose! and the evil spirit departed from him."-1 SAMUEL, chap. xvi. 14, 17, 23.] § (MS.-" Love came, with all his ardent fire, -" of proud London town, XXI. "Alas!" Matilda said, "that strain, To mourn the cause in which we fall." The harper, with a downcast look, Had steel'd him in his treacherous part; But principles in Edmund's mind THE FAREWELL. The sound of Rokeby's woods I hear. I must not hear them long. [In the MS. the last quatrain of this song is, If they boast that fair Reading by treachery fell, Of Stratton and Lansdoune the Cornish can tell, And the North tell of Bramham and Adderton Down, Where God bless'd the brave gallants who fought for the Crown."] (MS.-But now it sinks upon the ear, Like dirge beside a hero's bier."] [M8.- Marking, with sportive cruelty, The failing wing, the blood shot eye."] From every loved and native haunt And, like a ghost whom sunbeams daunt, Soon from the halls my fathers rear'd, Let our halls and towers decay, Battles won and banners taken, Constancy's the gift of Heaven. power,* While thus Matilda's lay was heard, Claiming respect, yet waving state, To Edmund's thought Matilda seem'd When, long ere guilt his soul had known, The face, the air, the voice divine, Of princess fair, by cruel fate Reft of her honours, power, and state,tt Till to her rightful realm restored By destined hero's conquering sword. XXVI. ** "Such was my vision!" Edmund thought: "And have I, then, the ruin wrought Of such a maid, that fancy ne'er I would have traced its circle broad, (MS.-"The veteran chief, whose broken age, No more can lead the battle's rage.") 539 ["Surely, no poet has ever paid a finer tribute to the power of his art, than in the foregoing description of its effects on the mind of this unhappy boy! and none has ever more justly apprereason, and abandoned by virtue-Critical Review.] ciated the worthlessness of the sublimest genius, unrestrained by This couplet is not in the MS] **IMS.- Knightly titles, wealth and power."] tt [MS.-" Of some fair princess of romance, The guerdon of a hero's lance."] 6 Is there no hope? Is all then lost?- Even now, beside the Hall's arch'd door, A little respite thus we gain; My harp must wear away the time."- XXVII. BALLAD. "And whither would you lead me then ?" Quoth the Friar of orders gray; And the Ruffians twain replied again, 64 By a dying woman to pray." "I see," he said, "a lovely sight, A sight bodes little harm, A lady as a lily bright, With an infant on her arm.". [The MS. has not this couplet.] [MS. And see thy shrift be true, Else shall the soul, that parts to-day Fling all its guilt on you."] The tradition from which the ballad is founded was supplied by a friend, (the late Lord Webb Seymour,) whose account I will not do the injustice to abridge, as it contains an admirable picture of an old English hall:- "Littlecote House stands in a low and lonely situation. On three sides it is surrounded by a park that spreads over the adjoining hill, on the fourth, by meadows which are watered by the river Kennet. Close on one side of the house is a thick grove of lofty trees, along the verge of which runs one of the principal avenues to it through the park. It is an irregular building of great antiquity, and was probably erected about the time of the termi nation of feudal warfare, when defence came no longer to be an object in a country mansion. Many circumstances, however, in the interior of the house, seem appropriate to feudal times. The hall is very spacious, floored with stones, and lighted by large transom windows, that are clothed with casements. Its walls are hung with old military accoutrements, that have long been left a prey to rust. At one end of the hall is a range of coats of mail and helmets, and there is on every side abundance of oldfashioned pistols and guns, many of them with matchlocks. Immediately below the cornice hangs a row of leathern jerkins, made in the form of a shirt, supposed to have been worn as ar mour by the vassals. A large oak table, reaching nearly from one end of the room to the other, might have feasted the whole neighbourhood, and an appendage to one end of it made it answer at other times for the old game of shuffleboard. The rest of the furniture is in a suitable style, particularly an arm-chair of cumbrous workmanship, constructed of wood, curiously turned, with a high back and triangular seat, said to have been used by Judge Pop ham in the reign of Elizabeth. The entrance into the hall is at one end, by a low door, communicating with a passage that leads from the outer door in the front of the house to a quadrangle within; at the other, it opens upon a gloomy staircase, by which you ascend to the first floor, and, passing the doors of some bedchambers, enter a narrow gallery, which extends along the back front of the house from one end to the other of it, and looks upon an old garden. This gallery is hung with portraits, chiefly in the Spanish dresses of the sixteenth century. In one of the bedchambers, which you pass in going towards the gallery, is a bedstead with blue furniture, which time has now made dingy and threadbare, and in the bottom of one of the bed curtains you are shown a place where a small piece has been cut out and sewn in again, -a circumstance which serves to identify the scene of the following story "It was on a dark rainy night in the month of November, that an old midwife sat musing by her cottage fire-side, when on a sudden she was startled by a loud knocking at the door. On opening it she found a horseman, who told her that her assistance was required immediately by a person of rank, and that she should be handsomely rewarded; but that there were reasons for keeping the affair a strict secret, and, therefore, she must submit to be blindfolded, and to be conducted in that condition to the bedchamber of the lady. With some hesitation the midwife consented; the horseman bound her eyes, and placed her on a pillion behind him. After proceeding in silence for many miles through rough and dirty lanes, they stopped, and the midwife was led into a house, which, from the length of her walk through the apartments, as well as the sounds about her, she discovered to be the Beat of wealth and power. When the bandage was removed from her eyes, she found herself in a bedchamber, in which were the Jady on whose account she had been sent for, and a man of a haughty and ferocious aspect. The lady was delivered of a fine boy. Immediately the man commanded the midwife to give him the child, and, catching it from her, he hurried across the room, and threw it on the back of the fire, that was blazing in the chimney. The child, however, was strong, and by its struggles rolled itself upon the hearth, when the ruffian again seized it with fury, and, in spite of the intercession of the midwife, and the more piteous entreaties of the mother, thrust it under the grate, and caking the live coals upon it, soon put an end to its life. The midwife, after spending some time in affording all the relief in her ⚫ I think there is a chapel on one side of it, but am not quite sure. "Then do thine office, Friar gray, "Let mass be said, and trentrals read, The shrift is done, the Friar is gone, Wild Darrell is an alter'd man, The village crones can tell;. If prince or peer cross Darrell's way, He droops and turns aside.* power to the wretched mother, was told that she must be gone. Her former conductor appeared, who again bound her eyes, and conveyed her behind him to her own home: he then paid her handsomely, and departed. The midwife was strongly agitated by the horrors of the preceding night; and she immediately made a deposition of the facts before a magistrate. Two circumstan ces afforded hopes of detecting the house in which the crime had been committed; one was, that the midwife, as she sat by the belside, had, with a view to discover the place, cut out a piece of the bed curtain, and sewn it in again; the other was, that as she had descended the staircase she had counted the steps. Some suspicious fell upon one Darrell, at that time the proprietor of Littlecote House, and the domain around it. The house was examined, and identified by the midwife, and Darrell was tried at Salisbury for the murder. By corrupting his judge, he escaped the sentence of the law; but broke his neck by a fall from his horse in hunting, in a few months after. The place where this happened is still known by the name of Darrell's style, a spot to be dreaded by the peasant whom the shades of evening have overtaken on his way. "Littlecote-House is two miles from Hungerford, in Berkshire, through which the Bath road passes. The fact occurred in the reign of Elizabeth. All the important circumstances I have given exactly as they are told in the country; some trifles only are added, either to render the whole connected, or to increase the impression." To Lord Webb's edition of this singular story the author can now add the following account, extracted from Aubrey's Corres pondence. It occurs among other particulars respecting Sir John Popham: Sir Dayrell, of Littlecote, in Corn. Wilts, having gott his lady's waiting woman with child, when her travell care, sent a servant with a horse for a midwife, whom he was to bring hoodwinked. She was brought, and layd the woman, but as soon as the child was born, she sawe the knight take the child and murther it, and burn it in the fire in the chamber. She having done her businesse, was extraordinarily rewarded for her paynes, and sent blindfolded away. This horrid action did much run in her mind, and she had a desire to discover it, but knew not where 'twas. She considered with herself the time that she was riding. and how many miles she might have rode at that rate in that time, and that it must be some great person's house, for the roome was 12 foot high; and she should know the chamber if she sawe it. She went to a Justice of Peace, and search was made. The very chamber found. The Knight was brought to his tryall; and to be short, this judge had this noble house, parke and marner, and (I thinke) more, for a bribe to save his life. "Sir John Popham gave sentence according to lawe, but being a great person, and a favourite, he procured a noli prosequi." With this tale of terror the author has combined some circumstances of a similar legend, which was current at Edinburgh du ring his childhood. About the beginning of the eighteenth century, when the large castles of the Scottish nobles, and even the secluded hotels, like those of the French neblesse, which they possessed in Edinburgh, were sometimes the scenes of strange and mysterious transac tions, a divine of singular sanctity was called up at midnight to pray with a person at the point of death This was no unusual summons; but what followed was alanning: He was put into a sedan-chair, and after he had been transported to a remote part of the town, the bearers insisted upon his being blindfolded. The request was enforced by a cocked pistol, and submitted to; but employed by the chairmen, and from some part of their dress, not in the course of the discussion, he conjectured, from the phrases completely concealed by their cloaks, that they were greatly above the menial station they had assumed. After many turns and windings, the chair was carried up stairs into a lodging. where his eyes were uncovered, and he was introdued into a bedroom, where he found a lady, newly delivered of an infant. He was commanded by his attendants to say such prayers by her bedside as were fitting for a person not expected to survive a mortal disorder. He ventured to remonstrate, and observe, that her safe delivery warranted better hopes. But he was sternly commanded to obey the orders first given, and with difficulty re collected himself sufficiently to acquit himself of the task imposed on him. He was then again hurried into the chair; but as they XXVIII. "Harper! methinks thy magic lays," Matilda said, "can goblins raise! Wellnigh my fancy can discern, Near the dark porch, a visage stern; E'en now in yonder shadowy nook, I see it!-Redmond, Wilfrid, look!A human form distinct and clearGod, for thy mercy!-It draws near!" She saw too true. Stride after stride, The centre of that chamber wide Fierce Bertram gain'd; then made a stand, And, proudly waving with his hand, Thunder'd-" Be still, upon your lives!He bleeds who speaks, he dies who strives." Behind their chief, the robber crew Forth from the darken'd portal drew, In silence-save that echo dread Return'd their heavy measured tread.* The lamp's uncertain lustre gave Their arms to gleam, their plumes to wave; Like forms on Banquo's mystic glass. At once they form'd and curved their line, XXIX. Back in a heap the menials drew; "O. haste thee, Wilfrid!" Redmond cried; The moonbeams, the fresh gale's caress, conducted him down stairs, he heard the report of a pistol. He was safely conducted home; a purse of gold was forced upon him; but he was warned, at the same time, that the least allsion to this dark transaction would cost him his life. He betook himself to rest, and, after long and broken musing, fell into a deep sleep. From this he was awakened by his servant, with the dismal news that a fire of uncommon fury had broken out in the house of ****, near the head of the Canongate, and that it was totally consumed; with the shocking addition, that the daughter of the proprietor, a young lady eminent for beauty and accom plishments, had perished in the flames. The clergyman had his suspicions, but to have made them public would have availed nothing. He was timid; the family was of the first distinction; above all, the deed was done, and could not be amended. Time wore away, however, and with it his terrors. He became unhappy at being the solitary depositary of this fearful mystery, and mentioned it to some of his brethren, through whom the anecdote acquired a sort of publicity. The divine, however, had been long dead, and the story in some degree forgotten. when a fire broke Gut again on the very same spot where the house of**** had formerly stood, and which was now occupied by buildings of an inferior description. When the flames were at their height, the tumult, which usually attends such a scene, was suddenly suspended by an unexpected apparition. A beautiful female, in a "Lady," he said, "my band so near, In safety thou mayst rest thee here. He turn'd away-his heart throbb'd high, Stay, Wilfrid, stay! all aid is vain!" With all the agony that e'er Was gender'd 'twixt suspense and fear, The lamps in dím reflection shed,§ XXXII. What sounds upon the midnight wind It gave the signal for the fight; And Rokeby's veterans, seam'd with scars Of Scotland's and of Erin's wars, Their momentary panic o'er, Stood to the arms which then they bore; night dress, extremely rich, but at least half a century old, ap- Behind him came his savage crew, Silent from that dark portal pass, While all around the moon's wan light, Sprung from their steeds the troopers all."1 ** [MS.-" For as it hap'd they were prepared."] |