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The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!"-

O, sprung from great Macgillianore,
The chief that never fear'd a foe,
How matchless was thy broad claymore,
How deadly thine unerring bow!
Well can the Saxon widows tell,t

How, on the Teith's resounding shore,
The boldest Lowland warriors fell,

As down from Lenny's pass you bore.
But o'er his hills, in festal day,

How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane tree,+
While youths and maids the light strathspey
So nimbly danced with Highland glee!
Cheer'd by the strength of Ronald's shell,
E'en age forgot his tresses hoar;
But now the loud lament we swell,

O ne'er to see Lord Ronald more!

From distant isles a chieftain came,
The joys of Ronald's halls to find,
And chase with him the dark-brown game,
That bounds o'er Albin's hills of wind.
"Twas Moy; whom in Columba's isle
The seer's prophetic spirit found,§
As with a minstrel's fire the while,

He waked his harp's harmonious sound.
Full many a spell to him was known,
Which wandering spirits shrink to hear;
And many a lay of potent tone,

Was never meant for mortal ear.
For there, 'tis said, in mystic mood,
High converse with the dead they hold,
And oft espy the fated shroud,

That shall the future corpse enfold.

O so it fell, that on a day,

To rouse the red deer from their den,
The Chiefs have ta'en their distant way,
And scour'd the deep Glenfinlas glen.
No vassals wait their sports to aid,

To watch their safety, deck their board;
Their simple dress, the Highland plaid,
Their trusty guard, the Highland sword.
Three summer days, through brake and dell,
Their whistling shafts successful flew;
And still, when dewy evening fell,
The quarry to their hut they drew.

In grey Glenfinlas' deepest nook
The solitary cabin stood,
Fast by Moneira's sullen brook,

Which murmurs through that lonely wood.

Soft fell the night, the sky was calm,
When three successive days had flown;
And summer mist in dewy balm

Steep'd heathy bank, and mossy stone.
Ohone a rie' signifies-" Alas for the prince or chief."
The term Sassenach, or Saxon, is applied by the Highlanders
to their Low-Country neighbours.

The fires lighted by the Highlanders on the first of May, in compliance with a custom derived from the Pagan times, are termed The Beltane tree.. It is a festival celebrated with various superstitious rites, both in the north of Scotland and in Wales. 31 can only describe the second sight, by adopting Dr. Johnson's definition, who calls it, "An impression, either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant and future are perceived and seen as if they were present. To which I would only add, that the spectral appearances, thus presented, usually presage misfortune; that the faculty is painful to those who suppose they possess it; and that they usually acquire it while themselves under the pressure of melancholy.

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What lack we here to crown our bliss, While thus the pulse of joy beats high? What, but fair woman's yielding kiss,

Her panting breath and melting eye? "To chase the deer of yonder shades, This morning left their father's pile The fairest of our mountain maids, The daughters of the proud Glengyle. "Long have I sought sweet Mary's heart, And dropp'd the tear, and heaved the sigh: But vain the lover's wily art,

Beneath a sister's watchful eye.

"But thou mayst teach that guardian fair,
While far with Mary I am flown,
Of other hearts to cease her care,
And find it hard to guard her own.
"Touch but thy harp, thou soon shalt see
The lovely Flora of Glengyle,
Unmindful of her charge and me,

Hang on thy notes, 'twixt tear and smile. "Or, if she choose a melting tale,

All underneath the greenwood bough,
Will good St. Oran's rule prevail,||
Stern huntsman of the rigid brow?"-
"Since Enrick's fight, since Morna's death,
No more on me shall rapture rise,
Responsive to the panting breath,
Or yielding kiss, or melting eyes.
'E'en then, when o'er the heath of wo,
Where sunk my hopes of love and fame,
I bade my harp's wild wailings flow
On me the Seer's sad spirit came.

"The last dread curse of angry heaven,
With ghastly sights and sounds of wo,
To dash each glimpse of joy was given-
The gift, the future ill to know.

"The bark thou saw'st, yon summer morn, So gaily part from Oban's bay,

My eye beheld her dash'd and torn,

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Far on the rocky Colonsay.

Thy Fergus too-thy sister's son,

Thou saw'st, with pride, the gallant's power, As marching 'gainst the Lord of Downe, He left the skirts of huge Benmore.

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Thou only saw'st their tartans¶ wave,
As down Benvoirlich's side they wound,
Heard'st but the pibroch,** answering brave,
To many a target clanking round.

"I heard the groans, I mark'd the tears
I saw the wound his bosom bore,
When on the serried Saxon spears
He pour'd his clan's resistless roar.

St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columba, and was buried in Icolmkill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certain demons of the soil, who ob structed the attempts of Columba to build a chapel. Columba caused the body of his friend to be dug up, after three days had elapsed; when Oran, to the horror and scandal of the assistants, declared, that there was neither a God, a judgment, nor a future state! He had no time to make farther discoveries, for Columba caused the earth once more to be shovelled over him with the utmost despatch. The chapel, however, and the cemetery, was called Relig Ouran; and, in memory of his rigid celibacy, no female was permitted to pay her devotions, or be buried, in that place. This is the rule alluded to in the poem.

Tartans The full Highland dress, made of the checkered stuff so termed.

**Pibroch- Apiece of martial music, adapted to the Highland bagpipe.

"And thou, who bidst me think of bliss, And bidst my heart awake to glee, And court, like thee, the wanton kissThat heart, O Ronald, bleeds for thee! "I see the death-damps chill thy brow; I hear thy Warning Spirit cry;

The corpse-lights dance-they're gone, and

now....

No more is given to gifted eye!""Alone enjoy thy dreary dreams, Sad prophet of the evil hour!

Say, should we scorn joy's transient beams, Because to-morrow's storm may lour? "Or false, or sooth, thy words of wo,

Clangillian's Chieftain ne'er shall fear; His blood shall bound at rapture's glow, Though doom'd to stain the Saxon spear. "E'en now, to meet me in yon dell,

My Mary's buskins brush the dew."
He spoke, nor bade the Chief farewell,
But call'd his dogs, and gay withdrew.
Within an hour return'd each hound;
In rush'd the rousers of the deer;
They howl'd in melancholy sound,
Then closely couch'd beside the seer.
No Ronald yet; though midnight came,
And sad were Moy's prophetic dreams,
As, bending o'er the dying flame,

He fed the watch-fire's quivering gleams. Sudden the hounds erect their ears,

And sudden cease their moaning howl; Close press'd to Moy, they mark their fears By shivering limbs, and stifled growl. Untouch'd, the harp began to ring, As softly, slowly, oped the door; And shook responsive every string, As light a footstep press'd the floor And by the watch-fire's glimmering light, Close by the minstrel's side was seen An huntress maid, in beauty bright,

All dropping wet her robes of green. All dropping wet her garments seem; Chill'd was her cheek, her bosom bare, As, bending o'er the dying gleam,

She wrung the moisture from her hair. With maiden blush she softly said,

"O gentle huntsman, hast thou seen, In deep Glenfinlas' moonlight glade, A lovely maid in vest of green: "With her a Chief in Highland pride; His shoulders bear the hunter's bow, The mountain dirk adorns his side,

Far on the wind his tartans flow?""And who art thou? and who are they?" All ghastly gazing, Moy replied:

And why, beneath the moon's pale ray,
Dare ye thus roam Glenfinlas' side?"-
"Where wild Loch Katrine pours her tide,

Blue, dark, and deep, round many an isle,

*St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, holy fountains, &c. in Scotland. He was, according to Camerarius, an Abbot of Pittenween, in Fife; from which situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of Glenurchy, A. D. 649. While engaged in transcribing the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth such a splendour, as to afford light to that with which he, wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the convent, as St. Fillan used to spend whole nights in that exercise. The 9th of January was dedicated to this saint, who gave his name to Kilfillan, in Renfrew, and St. Phillans, or Forgend, in Fife. Lesley, lib. 7, tells us, that Robert the Bruce was possessed of Fillan's miraculous and luminous arm, which he enclosed in a silver shrine, and had it carried at the head of his army. Previous to the battle of Bannockburn, the king's chaplain, a man of little faith, abstracted the relic, and deposited it in some place of security, lest it should fall into the hands of the English. But, lo! while Robert was addressing his prayers to the empty casket, it was observed to open and shut suddenly; and, on inspection, the saint was found to have himself deposited his arm in the shrine, as an assurance of victory. Such is the tale of Lesley. But

Our fathers' towers o'erhang her side,
The castle of the bold Glengyle.
"To chase the dun Glenfinlas deer,
Our woodland course this morn we bore,
And haply met, while wandering here,
The son of great Macgillianore.

"O aid me, then, to seek the pair,
Whom, loitering in the woods, Í lost;
Alone, I dare not venture there,

Where walks, they say, the shrieking ghost."

"Yes, many a shrieking ghost walks there; Then first, my own sad vow to keep, Here will I pour my midnight prayer, Which still must rise when mortals sleep.""O first, for pity's gentle sake,

Guide a lone wanderer on her way!

For I must cross the haunted brake,
And reach my father's towers ere day."-

First, three times tell each Ave-bead,
And thrice a Pater-noster say;
Then kiss with me the holy rede;

So shall we safely wend our way."-
"O shame to knighthood, strange and foul!
Go, doff the bonnet from thy brow,
And shroud thee in the monkish cowl,
Which best befits thy sullen vow.
"Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire,
Thy heart was froze to love and joy,
When gaily rung thy raptured lyre,

To wanton Morna's melting eye."
Wild stared the minstrel's eyes of flame,
And high his sable locks arose,
And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.

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And thou! when by the blazing oak
I lay, to her and love resign'd,
Say, rode ye on the eddying smoke,

Or sail'd ye on the midnight wind!
"Not thine a race of mortal blood,
Nor old Glengyle's pretended line;
Thy dame, the Lady of the Flood,

Thy sire, the Monarch of the Mine."
He mutter'd thrice St. Oran's rhyme,
And thrice St. Fillan's powerful prayer ;*
Then turn'd him to the eastern clime,
And sternly shook his coal-black hair.
And, bending o'er his harp, he flung

His wildest witch-notes on the wind;
And loud, and high, and strange, they rung,
As many a magic change they find.
Tall wax'd the Spirit's altering form,
Till to the roof her stature grew;
Then, mingling with the rising storm,
With one wild yell away she flew.

Rain beats, hail rattles, whirlwinds tear :
The slender hut in fragments flew;
But not a lock of Moy's loose hair
Was waved by wind, or wet by dew.

though Bruce little needed that the arm of St. Fillan should assist his own, he dedicated to him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay.

In the Scots Magazine for July, 1802, there is a copy of a very curious crown grant, dated 11th July, 1487, by which James III confirms, to Malice Doire, an inhabitant of Strathfillan, in Perthshire, the peaceable exercise and enjoyment of a relic of St. Fillan, being apparently the head of a pastoral staff called the Quegrich, which he and his predecessors are said to have possessed since the days of Robert Bruce. As the Quegrich was used to cure diseases, this document is probably the most ancient patent ever granted for a quack medicine. The ingenious correspondent, by whom it is furnished, farther observes, that additional particulars. concerning St. Fillan, are to be found in BELLENDEN'S Boece, Book 4, folio cexiii, and in PENNANT'S Tour in Scotland, 1772, pp. 11, 15.

[See a note on the lines in the first canto of Marmion. "Thence to St. Fillan's blessed well, Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel, And the crazed brain restore," &c.-ED.]

Wild mingling with the howling gale,
Loud bursts of ghastly laughter rise;
High o'er the minstrel's head they sail,
And die amid the northern skies.

The voice of thunder shook the wood,
As ceased the more than mortal yell;
And, spattering foul, a shower of blood
Upon the hissing firebrands fell.

Next dropp'd from high a mangled arm;
The fingers strain'd an half-drawn blade:
And last, the life-blood streaming warm,
Torn from the trunk, a gasping head.

Oft o'er that head, in battling field,

Stream'd the proud crest of high Benmore; That arm the broad claymore could wield, Which dyed the Teith with Saxon gore. Wo to Moneira's sullen rills!

Wo to Glenfinlas' dreary glen! There never son of Albin's hills

Shall draw the hunter's shaft agen!
Een the tired pilgrim's burning feet

At noon shall shun that sheltering den,
Lest, journeying in their rage, he meet
The wayward Ladies of the Glen.
And we behind the Chieftain's shield,
No more shall we in safety dwell;
None leads the people to the field-
And we the loud lament must swell.
Ohone a rie'! O hone a rie'!

The pride of Albin's line is o'er!
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!

THE EVE OF ST. JOHN.

BY WALTER SCOTT.

SMAVLHO'ME, OF Smallholm Tower, the scene of the following ballad, is situated on the northern boundary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks, called Sandiknow*-Crags, the property of Hugh Scott, Esq. of Harden. The tower is a high square building, surrounded by an outer wall, now ruinous. The circuit of the outer court, being defended on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is accessible only from the west, by a steep and

*This place (the farm house in the immediate vicinity of Smallhelm) is rendered interesting to poetical readers, by its having been the residence, in early life, of Mr. Walter Scott, who has celebrated it in his 'Eve of St. John.' To it he probably alludes in the introduction to the third canto of Marmion :

*Then rise those crags, that mountain tower,
Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour.""
Scots Mag. March, 1809.

The following passage, in Dr. HENRY MORE'S Appendix to the Antidote against Atheism, relates to a similar phenomenon:--"I confess, that the bodies of devils may not be only warm, but sindringly hot, as it was in him that took one of Melancthon's relations by the hand, and so scorched her, that she bare the mark of it to her dying day. But the examples of cold are more fregent; as in that famous story of Cuntius, when he touched the arn of a certain woman of Pentoch, as she lay in her bed, he felt as cold as ice; and so did the spirit's claw to Anne Styles." Ed. 1682, p. 155.

I [see the introduction to the third canto of Marmion.

"It was a barren scene, and wild,

Where naked cliffs were rudely piled;

But ever and anon between

Lay velvet tufts of softest green;

....

And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wallflower grew," &c.--ED.] The plate-jack is coat-armour; the vaunt-brace, or wamstare, armour for the body; the sperthe, a battle-axe. Lord Evers, and Sir Brian Latoun, during the year 1544, commated the most dreadful ravages upon the Scottish frontiers, compelling most of the inhabitants, and especially the men of Liddes male, to take assurance under the King of England. Upon the 17th November, in that year, the sum total of their depredations atood thus, in the bloody ledger of Lord Evers:

Towns, towers, barnekynes, paryshe churches, bastill houses, burned and destroyed,

Scots slain.

Prisoners taken,

Nolt (cattle),

192

403

816 10,386

rocky path. The apartments, as is usual in a Border keep, or fortress, are placed one above another, and communicate by a narrow stair; on the roof are two bartizans, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the tower is wood, the outer an iron gate; the distance between them being nine feet, the thickness, namely, of the wall. From the elevated situation of Smaylho'me Tower, it is seen many miles in every direction. Among the crags by which it is surrounded, one, more eminent, is called the Watchfold, and is said to have been the station of a beacon, in the times of war with England. Without the tower-court is a ruined chapel. Brotherstone is a heath, in the neighbourhood of Smaylho'me Tower.

This ballad was first printed in Mr. LEWIS'S Tales of Wonder. It is here published, with some additional illustrations, particularly an account of the battle of Ancram Moor; which seemed proper in a work upon Border antiquities. The catastrophe of the tale is founded upon a well known Irish tradition. This ancient fortress and its vicinity formed the scene of the Editor's infancy, and seemed to claim from him this attempt to celebrate them in a Border tale.+

THE EVE OF ST. JOHN.

THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spurr'd his courser on,
Without stop or stay, down the rocky way,
That leads to Brotherstone.

He went not with the bold Buccleuch,
His banner broad to rear;

He went not 'gainst the English yew,
To lift the Scottish spear.

Yet his plate-jacks was braced, and his helmet was laced,

And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore;

At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe,
Full ten pound weight and more.

The Baron return'd in three days space,
And his looks were sad and sour;

And weary was his courser's pace,

As he reach'd his rocky tower.
He came not from where Ancram Moor!!
Ran red with English blood;

Where the Douglas true, and the bold Buccleuch, 'Gainst keen Lord Evers stood.

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MURDIN'S State Papers, vol. i. p. 51.

For these services Sir Ralph Evers was made a Lord of Parliament. See a strain of exulting congratulation upon his promotion, poured forth by some contemporary minstrel, in this volume, p. 64.

The King of England had promised to these two barons a feudal grant of the country, which they had thus reduced to a desert; upon hearing which, Archibald Douglas, the seventh Earl of Angus, is said to have sworn to write the deed of investiture upon their skins, with sharp pens and bloody ink, in resentment for their having defaced the tombs of his ancestors, at Melrose.Godscroft. In 1545, Lord Evers and Latoun again entered Scotland, with an army consisting of 3000 mercenaries, 1500 English Borderers, and 700 assured Scottish-men,chiefly Armstrongs,Turnbulls, and other broken clans. In this second incursion, the English generals even exceeded their former cruelty. Evers burned the tower of Broomhouse, with its lady, (a noble and aged woman, says Lesley,) and her whole family. The English penetrated as far as Melrose, which they had destroyed last year, and which they now again pillaged. As they returned towards Jedburgh, they were followed by Angus, at the head of 1000 horse, who was shortly after joined by the famous Norman Lealey, with a body of Fife-men. The English, being probably unwilling to cross the Teviot, while the Scots hung upon their rear, halted upon Ancram Moor, above the village of that name; and the Scottish general was deliberating whether to advance or retire, when Sir Walter Scott, of Buccleuch, came up at full speed, with a small but

The Editor has found no instance upon record, of this family having taken assurance with England. Hence, they usually suffered dreadfully from the English forays. In August, 1544, (the year preceding the battle,) the whole lands belonging to Buccleuch, in West Teviotdale, were har ried by Evers; the outworks, or barmkin, of the tower of Branxholm, burned; eight Scots slain, thirty made prisoners, and an immense prey of horses, cattle, and sheep, carried off. The lands upon Kale Water, belonging to the same chieftain, were also plundered, and much spoil

Yet was his helmet hack'd and hew'd,

His acton pierced and tore,

His axe and his dagger with blood imbrued,-
But it was not English gore.

He lighted at the Chapellage,
He held him close and still;

And he whistled thrice for his little foot-page,
His name was English Will.

"Come thou hither, my little foot-page,
Come hither to my knee;

Though thou art young, and tender of age,
I think thou art true to me.

"Come, tell me all that thou hast seen,
And look thou tell me true!

Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been,
What did thy lady do?"-

"My lady, each night, sought the lonely light,
That burns on the wild Watchfold;
For, from height to height, the beacons bright
Of the English foemen told.

"The bittern clamour'd from the moss,
The wind blew loud and shrill;
Yet the craggy pathway she did cross,
To the eiry Beacon Hill.

"I watch'd her steps, and silent came
Where she sat her on a stone;-

No watchman stood by the dreary flame,
It burned all alone.

"The second night I kept her in sight,
Till to the fire she came,

And, by Mary's might! an armed Knight
Stood by the lonely flame.

"And many a word that warlike lord
Did speak to my lady there;

But the rain fell fast, and loud blew the blast,

And I heard not what they were.

"The third night there the sky was fair, And the mountain-blast was still,

As again I watch'd the secret pair,

On the lonesome Beacon Hill.

"And I heard her name the midnight hour,
And name this holy eve;

And say, 'Come this night to thy lady's bower;
Ask no bold Baron's leave.

chosen body of his retainers, the rest of whom were near at hand. By the advice of this experienced warrior, (to whose conduct Pitscottie and Buchanan ascribe the success of the engagement,) Angus withdrew from the height which he occupied, and drew up his forces behind it, upon a piece of low flat ground, called Panier heugh, or Paniel-heugh. The spare horses being sent to an eminence in their rear, appeared to the English to be the main body of the Scots, in the act of flight. Under this persuasion, Evers and Latoun hurried precipitately forward, and, having ascended the hill which their foes had abandoned, were no less dismayed than astonished, to find the phalanx of Scottish spearmen drawn up, in firm array, upon the flat ground below. The Scots in their turn became the assailants. A heron, roused from the marshes by the tumult, soared away betwixt the encountering armies: "O" exclaimed Angus, "that I had here my white goss-hawk, that we might all yoke at once!"-Godscroft. The English, breathless and fatigued, having the setting sun and wind full in their faces, were unable to withstand the resolute and desperate charge of the Scottish lances. No sooner had they begun to waver, than their own allies, the assured Borderers, who had been waiting the event, threw aside their red crosses, and, joining their countrymen, made a most merciless slaughter among the English fugitives, the pursuers calling upon each other to "remember Broomhouse!"-LESLEY, p. 478.

In the battle fell Lord Evers, and his son, together with Sir Brian Latoun, and 800 Englishmen, many of whom were persons of rank. A thousand prisoners were taken. Among these was a patriotic alderman of London, Read by name, who, having contumaciously refused to pay his portion of a benevolence, demanded from the city by Henry VIII., was sent by royal authority to serve against the Scots. These, at settling his ransom, he found still more exorbitant in their exactions than the monarch.-REDPATH'S Border History, p. 563.

Evers was much regretted by King Henry, who swore to avenge his death upon Angus, against whom he conceived himself to have particular grounds of resentment, on account of favours received by the earl at his hands. The answer of Angus was worthy of a Douglas: "Is our brother-in-law offended," said he, "that obtained; 30 Scots slain, and the Moss Tower (a fortress near Eckford) smoked very sore. Thus Buccleuch had a long account to settle at Ancram Moor-Murdin's State Papers, pp. 45, 46.

Angus had married the widow of James IV., sister to King Henry VIII.

'He lifts his spear with the bold Buccleuch;
His lady is all alone;

The door she'll undo, to her knight so true,
On the eve of good St. John.'-

"I cannot come; I must not come;
I dare not come to thee;

On the eve of St. John I must wander alone:
In thy bower I may not be.'-

"Now, out on thee, fainthearted knight!
Thou shouldst not say me nay;

For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet,
Is worth the whole summer's day.

"'And I'll chain the blood-hound, and the warder shall not sound,

And rushes shall be strew'd on the stair; So, by the black rood-stone, and by holy St. John, I conjure thee, my love, to be there!'"Though the blood-hound be mute, and the rush beneath my foot,

And the warder his bugle should not blow, Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the east, And my footstep he would know.'

"O fear not the priest, who sleepeth to the east For to Dryburght the way he has ta'en; And there to say mass, till three days do pass, For the soul of a knight that is slayne.' "He turn'd him around, and grimly he frown'd; Then he laugh'd right scornfully

'He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that

knight,

May as well say mass for me:

"At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have

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For, by Mary, he shall die!"-

"His arms shone full bright, in the beacon's red light;

His plume it was scarlet and blue;

I, as a good Scotsman, have avenged my ravaged country, and the deficed tombs of my ancestors, upon Ralph Evers? They were better men than he, and I was bound to do no less-and will he take my life for that! Little knows King Henry the skirts of Kirnetable: I can keep myself there against all his English host." -GODSCROFT.

Such was the noted battle of Ancram Moor. The spot, on which it was fought, is called Lilyard's Edge, from an Amazonian Scottish woman of that name, who is reported, by tradition, to have distinguished herself in the same manner as Squire Witherington. The old people point out her monument, now broken and defaced. The inscription is said to have been legible within this century, and to have run thus:

"Fair maiden Lylliard lies under this stane,
Little was her stature, but great was her fame;
Upon the English louns she laid mony thumps,
And, when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her sturaps.”
Vide Account of the Parish of Melrose.

It appears, from a passage in Stowe, that an ancestor of Lord Evers held also a grant of Scottish lands from an English monarch. "I have seen," says the historian, under the broad-seale of the said King Edward I., a manor, called Ketnes, in the county of Forfare, in Scotland, and neere the furthest part of the same na tion northward, given to John Ure and his heires, ancestor to the Lord Ure, that now is, for his service done in these partes, with market, &c. dated at Lanercost, the 20th day of October, anno regis, 34."-STOWE'S Annals, p. 210. This grant, like that of Henry, must have been dangerous to the receiver.

*The black-rood of Melrose was a crucifix of black marble, and of superior sanctity.

Dryburgh Abbey is beautifully situated on the banks of the Tweed. After its dissolution, it became the property of the Halliburtons of Newmains, and is now the seat of the Right Honoura ble the Earl of Buchan. It belonged to the order of Premonstra tenses.-The ancient Barons of Newmains were ultimately represented by Sir Walter Scott, whose remains now repose in their cemetery at Dryburgh.-ED.]

↑ Kirnetable, now called Cairntable, is a mountainous tract at the head of Douglasdale. [See notes to Castle Dangerous, Waverley Novels, vol. v.]

[See Chevy Chase.]

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