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The first of these dramatic pieces was long since written, for The general story of the Doom of Devorgoil is founded on an the purpose of obliging the lato Mr. Terry, then Manager of the old Scottish tradition, the scene of which lies in Galloway. The Adelphi Theatre, for whom the Author had a particular regard. crime supposed to have occasioned the misfortunes of this The manner in which the mimic goblins of Devorgoil are inter devoted house, is similar to that of Lord Herries of Haddom Casmixed with the supernatural machinary, was found to be object. tle, who is the principal personage of Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick able, and the production had other faults, which rendered it untit Sharpe's interesting ballad, in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish for representation. I have called the piece a Melo Drarna, for Border, page 224. In remorse for this crime, he built the singular want of a beller name; but, as I learn from the unquestionable monument called the Tower of Repentance. In many cases the authority of Mr. Coleman's Randum Records, that one species Scottish superstitions allude to the furies, or those who, fut ring of the drama is termed an extraraganza, I am sorry I was not of milder description, are permitted to wander wiih the rout fooner aware of a more appropriate name than that which I had that never rest,'' as they were termed by Dr. Leyden. They selected for Devorgoil.

imitate human lavour and human amusements, but their toil is The Author's Publishers thought it desirable, that the scenes, useless, and without any advantageous result: and their guiety long condemned to oblivion, should be united to similar Altempts is unsubstantial and hollow. The phantom of Lord Erick is supof the same kind ; and as he felt indiff-rent on the subject, they posed to be a spectre of this character. are printed in the same volume with Halidon Hill und MacDuff's The story of the Ghostly Barber is told in many countries ; but Cross, and thrown off in a separate form, for the convenience of the best narrative founded on the passage, is the tale called tbose who possess former editions of the Author's Poetical works. Stumme Liebe, among the legends of Musæus. I think it has .f. Mr. Daniel Terry, the comedian, distinguished for a very peculiar style which was one objection to bringing it upon the scene a secon

been introduced upon the English stage in some pantomime, of hamour on the stage, and, moreover, by personal accomplishinents of vari.

time. sa sorta not generally shared by members of his profesion, was, during many years, on terms of inumacy with Sur Walter Scott He died 241 June,

ABBOTAFORD April, 1830.

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LEONARD, a Ranger.

Peasants, Shepherds, and Vassals of inferior rank.
DURWARD, a Palmer.
LANCELOT BLACKTHORN, a Companion of Leonard, ELEANOR, Wife of Oswald, descended of obscuro
in love with Katleen.

Parentage. GULLCRAMMER, a conccited Student.

FLORA, Daughter of Oswald. OWLSPIEGLE and Maskers, represented by Black- KATLEEN, Niece of Eleanor. COCKLED EMOY, 3 thorn and Flora.





For yonder hungry hall-our latest mouse,

Our last of mice, I tell you, has been found

Starved in the pantry; and the reverend spider, The Scene represents a wild and hilly, but not a Sole living tenant of the Baron's halls, mountainous Country, in a frontier District of Who, train'd to abstinence, lived a whole summer Scotland. The flat Seene exhibits the Castle of Upon a single fly, he's famish'd too ; Decorgoil, decayed, and partly ruinous, situated The cat is in the kitchen-chimney seated upon á Lake and connected with the Land by a Upon our last of fagots, destined soon

Drawbridge, which is lowered. Time-Sunset. To dress our last of suppers, and, poor soul,
Flora enters from the Castle, looks timidly around, Is starved with cold, and mewling raad with hunger.

then comes forward and speaks.
He is not here-those pleasures are not ours

D'ye mock our misery, Katleen? Which placid evening brings to all things else.


No, but I am hysteric on the subject,
The sun upon the lake is low,

So I must laugh or cry, and laughing's lightest.
The wild birds hush their song,
The hills have evening's deepest glow,
Yet Leonard tarnies long.

Why stay you with us, then, my merry cousin ?
Now all whom varied toil and care

From you my sire can ask no filial duty.
From home and love divide,
In the calm sunset may repair

Each to the loved one's side.

No! thanks to Heaven,
The noble dame, on turret high,

No noble in wide Scotland, rich or poor,
Who waits her gallant knighi,

Can claim an interest in the vulgar blood
Looks to the western beam to spy

That dances in my veins; and I might wed
The flash of armour bright.
The villago maid, with hand on brow,

A forester to-morrow, nothing fearing
The level rity to shade,

The wrath of high-born kindred, and far less
Upon the footpath watches now

That the dry bones of lead-lapp'd ancestors
For Colin's darkening plaid.

Would clatter in their cerements at the tidings.
Now to their mates the wild swans row,

By day they swam apart,
And to the thicket wanders slow

My mother, too, would gladly see you placed
The hind beside the hart.

Beyond the verge of our unhappiness,
The woodlark at his partner's side,
Twitters his closing song -

Which, like a witch's circle, blights and taints
All meet whom day and care divide,

Whatever comes within it.
But Leonard tarries long.

KATLEEN. [KATLEEN has come out of the Castle while FLORA

Ah! my good aunt! was singing, and speaks when the song is ended. She is a careful kinswoman, and prudent,

In all but marrying a ruin'd baron,
Ah, my dear coz !--if that your mother's niece

When she could take her choice of honest yeomen ; May so presume to call your father's daughter,

And now, to balance this ambitious error, All these fond things have got some home of com- of one, who hath no touch of nobleness,

She presses on her daughter's love the suit fort To tempt their rovers back-the lady's bower,

In manners, birth, or mind, to recommer him,The shepherdess's hut, the wild swan's couch

Sage Master Gullcrammer, the new-dubb'd preacher. Among ihe rushes, even the lark's low nest,

FLORA. Has that of promise which lures home a lover, Do not name him, Katleen! But we have nought of this.

Ay, but I must, and with some gratitude. How call you, then, this castle of my sire,

I said but now, I saw our last of fagots The towers of Devorgoil ?

Destined to dress our last of meals, but said not

That the repast consisted of choice dainties,
Dungeons for men, and palaces for owls;

Sent to our larder by that liberal suitor,
Yet no wise owl would change a farmer's barn

The kind Melchisedek.

Guy. It seemed, however, necessary to the sense that the original The author thought of omitting this song, which was, in stanzas should be retained bere, fact, abridged into one in "Quentin Durward,'' termed County * (M8.-"Beyond the circle of our wretchedness. "')











Were famishing the word, It is impossible-we dare not take it.
I'd famish ere I tasted them-the fop,
The fool, the low-born, low-bred, pedant coxcomb! There let it lie, then, and I'll wind my bugle,


That ail within these tottering walls may know There spoke the blood of long-descended sires ! That here lies venison, whoso likes to lift it. My cottage wisdom ought to echo back,

(About to blou. O the snug parsonage the well-paid stipend ! The yew-hedged garden! beehives, pigs, and poultry! He will alarm your mother; and, besides,

KATLEEN (LO FLORA.) But, to speak honestly, the peasant Katleen,

Our Forest proverb teaches, that no question Valuing these good things justly, still would scorn

Should ask where venison comes from. To wed, for such, the paltry Gullcrammer,

Your careful mother, with her wonted prudence, As much as Lady Flora.

Will hold its presence pleads its own apology.-FLORA.

Come, Blackthorn, I will show you where to stow it. Mock me not with a title, gentle cousin,

[Ereunt KATLEEN and BLACKTHORN into the Which poverty has made ridiculous.

Castle-more shooting--then a distant shout

[Trumpets far off. Stragglers, armed in different ways, pass over Hark! they have broken up the weapon-shawing; the stage, as if from the Weaponshau. The vassals are dismiss'd, and marching homeward.

The prize is won; that general shout proclaim'd it Comes your sire back to-night?

The marksmen and the vassals are dispersing.

[She draws back. He did purpose

FIRST VASSAL (a peasant.) To tarry for the banquet. This day only,

Ay, ay,-'tis lost and won,- the Forest have it. Summon'd as a king's tenant, he resumes

'Tis they have all the luck on't.
The right of rank his birth assigns to him,
And mingles with the proudest.

SECOND VASSAL (a shepherd.)
Luck, sayst thou, man? Tis practice, skill, and

To return

THIRD VASSAL. To his domestic wretchedness to-morrow

'Tis no such thing.-I had hit the mark precisely, I envy not the privilege. Let us go

But for this cursed flint; and, as I fired, To yonder height, and see the marksmen practise :

A swallow cross'd mine eye too-Will you tell me They shoot their match down in the dale beyond,

That that was but a chance, mine honest shepherd ? Betwixt the Lowland and the Forest district, By ancient custom, for a tun of wine.

Let us go see which wins.

Ay, and last year, when Lancelot Blackthorn won it,
Because my powder happen'd to be damp,

Was there no luck in that ?- The worse luck mine.
That were too forward.


Still I say 'twas not chance; it might be witchcraft. Why, you may drop the screen before your face, Which some chance breeze may haply blow aside Just when a youth of special note takes aim. Faith, not unlikely, neighbours; for these foresters It chanced even so that memorable morning,

Do often haunt about this ruin'd castle.
When, nutting in the woods, we met young I've seen myself this spark, -young Leonard Da.

Leonard :-
And in good time here comes his sturdy comrade, Come stealing like a ghost ere break of day,
The rough Lance Blackthorn.

And after sunset, too, along this path;

And well you know the haunted towers of Devorgoil Enter LANCELOT BLACKTHORN, & Forester, with the Have no good reputation in the land.

SHEPHERD. Carcass of a Deer on his back, and a gun in his That have they not. I've heard my father say,hand.

Ghosts dance as lightly in its moonlight halls,

As ever maiden did at Midsummer
Save you, damsels! Upon the village-green.

Godden, good yeoman.-Come you from the weapon- Must needs know more than simple Christians do:

Those that frequent such spirit-haunted ruins shaw ?

See, Lance this blessed iroment leaves the castle, BLACKTHORN.

And comes to triumph o'er us. Not I, indeed; there lies the mark I shot at.

(BLACKTHORN enters from the Castle, and comes

(Lays down the Deer. The time has been I had not miss'd the sport,

forward while they speak. Although Lord Nith sdale's self had wanted venison ;

But this same mate of mine, young Leonard Dacre A mighty triumph! What is't, after all,
Makes me do what he lists ;-he'll win the prize, Except the driving of a piece of lead, -

As learned Master Gullerammer defined it-
The Forest district will not lose its honour, Just through the middle of a painted board.
And that is all I care for-(some shots are heard.)

BLACKTHORN. Hark! they're at it.

And if he so define it, by your leave, I'll go see the issue.

Your learned Master Gullcrammer's an ass.

THIRD VASSAL (angrily.)
Leave not here
The produce of your hunting.

He is a preacher, huntsman, under favour.


No quarrelling, neighbours-you may both be right.
But I must, though.
This is his lair to-night, for Leonard Dacre
Charged me to leave the stag at Devorgoil;

Enter a Fourth Vassal, with a gallon stoup of wine. Then show me quickly wliere to stow the quarry,

FOURTH VASSAL. And let me to the sports-(more shots.)" Come, Why stand you brawling here? Young Leonard hasten, damsels!







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