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By tbis good light ! if thus we stay,
Which, varying, to Tantallon came, Lord Marmion, for our fond delay,
By hurrying posts, or fleeter fame, Will sharper sermon teach.
With every varying day? Come, don thy cap, and mount thy horse;
And, first, they heard King James had won The Dame must patience take perforce.”
Etail, and Wark, and Ford; and then,
That Norham castle strong was ta'en. "Submit we then to force," said Clare,
At that sore marvellid Marmion : But let this barbarous lord despair
And Douglas hoped his Monarch's hand His purposed aim to win:
Would soon subdue Northumberland : Let him take living, land, and life;
But whisper'd news there came, But to be Marmion's wedded wife
That, while his host inactive lay, In me were deadly sin :
And melted by degrees away, And if it be the king's decree,
King James was dallying off the day That I must find no sanctuary,
With Heron's wily dame. In that inviolable dome*
Such acts to chronicles I yield : Where even a homicide might come,
Go seek then there, and see: And safely rest his head,
Mine is a tale of Flodden field, Though at its open portals stood,
And not a history: Thirsung to pour forth blood for blood,
At length they heard the Scottish host The kinsman of the dead,
On that high ridge had made their post, Yet one asylum is my own
Which frowns v'er Millfield Plain; Against the dreaded hour,
And that brave Surrey many a band A low, a silent, and a lone,
Had gather'd in the southern land, Where kings have little power.
And marched into Northumberland, One victim is before me there.
And camp at Wooler ta'en. Mother, your blessing, and in prayer
Marmion, like charger in the stall, Remember your unhappy Clare !!!
That hears without, the trumpet-call, Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows
Began to chafe and swear :Kind blessings many a one:
A sorry thing to hide my head Werping and wailing loud arose,
In castle like a fearful maid, Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes
When such a field is near! Of every simple nun.
Needs must I see this battle-day: His eyes the gentle Eustace dried,
Death to my fame if such a fray And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide.
Were foughi, and Marmion away! Then took the squire her rein,
The Douglas, too, I wot not why, And gently led away her steed,
Hath 'bated of his courtesy : And by each courteous word and deed,
No longer in his halls I'll stay." To cheer her strove in vain.
Then bade his band they should array
For march against the dawning day.
When o'er a height they passed,
INTRODUCTION TO CANTO VI.
TO RICHARD HEBER, ESQ.
Mertoun-House, # Christmas.
HEAP on more wood !- the wind is chill; By narrow drawbridge, outworks strong,
But let it whistle as it will, Through studded gates, and entrance long,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still. To the main court they cross.
Each age has deemed the new-born year It was a wide and stately square;
The fittest time for festal cheer : Around were lodgings fit and fair,
Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane And towers of various forin,
At lol more deep the mead did drain ;$ Which on the court projected far,
High on the beach his valleys drew, And broke its lines quadrangular.
And feasted all his pirate crew; Here was square keep, there turret high,
Then in his low and pine-built hall, Of pinnacle that sought the sky,
Where shields and axes decked the wall, Whence oft the warder could descry
They gorged upon the half-dressed steer'; The gathering ocean-storm.
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The half-gnawed rib, and marrow-bone;
Or listened all, in grim delight, Oi Douglas, why should I declare,
While scalds yield out the joys of fight. Or say they met reception fair ?
Then forth, in frenzy, would they hie, Or why the tidings say,
While wildly loose their red locks fly, - IThis line, necessary to the thyme, is now for the first time you can place there. ' "-SIR WALTER Scorr's Provincial AntiUnd from the MS. It must have been omitted by an oversight quiries, vol. ii. p. 167.) In the agiaal printing.-ED.),
[Mertoun-House, the seat of Hugh Scott, Exq, of Harden, is Dungg i he regeney (subsequent to the death of James V.) beautifully situated on the Tweed, about two miles below Dry. the Dewant Queen Regent, Mary of Guise, became desirous of burgh Abbey.) puttura a French garrison into Tantallon, as she had into Dunbar The lol of the heathen Danes (a word still applied to Christud loebkeith, in order the better to bridle the lords and barons, mas in Scotland) was solennized with great festivity. The who ioclined to the reformed faith, and to secure by citadels the humour of the Danes at tablo displayed itself in pelting each
A boast of the Frith of Forth. For this purpose, the Regent, to other with bones; and Torfæus tells a long and curious story, in we lhe phrase of the time, .dealed with the (then) Earl of Angus the History of Hrolfe Kraka, of one Hottug, an inmate of the for les consent to the proposed measure. He occupied linselt, Court of Denmark, who was so generally assailed with these while abe was speaking, in feeding a falcon which sat upon his missiles, that he constructed, out of the bones with which he was Fetist, and only replieel by addressing the bird, but leaving the overwhelmed a very respectable intrenchment, against those breza to make the application. The devil is in this greedy who continued the raillery. The dances of the northern warriors Bled-be will beter be lou.' But when the Queen, without ap- round the great fires of pine trees, are commemorated by Olaus para to notice this hint, continued to press her obnoxious re- Magnus, who says, they danced with such fury, holding each Plest Angus replied, in the true spirit of a feudal noble, Yes, other by the hands. That, if the grasp of any failed, he was pitched macam, the castle is yours ; God forbiil else. But by the might into the fire with the velocity of a sling. The sufferer, on such of God, Madam' such was his usual oath, I must be your occasions, was instantly plucked out, and obliged to quaff off a Capiain and Keeper for you, and I will keep it as well as any certain measure of ale, as a penalty for "spoiling the king's fire."
And, dancing round the blazing pile,
Then the grim boar's-head frowned on high, They make such barbarous mirth the while
Crested with bays and rosemary. As best might to the mind recall
Well can the green-garbed ranger tell, The boisterous joys of Odin's hall.
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death he tore, And well our Christian sires of old
And all the baiting of the boar.t Loved when the year its course had rolled,
The wassel round, in good brown bowls, And brought blithe Christmas back again,
Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowis. With all his hospitable train.
There the huge sirloin reeked; hard by Domestic and religious rite
Plumb-porridge stood, and Christmas pie; Gave honour to the holy night;
Nor failed old Scotland produce, On Christmas eve the bells were rung;
At such high-tide, her savoury goose. On Christmas eve the mass was sung:
Then came the merry maskers in, That only night, in all the year,
And carols roared with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
Traces of ancient mystery ; To gather in the misletoe.
White shirts supplied the masquerade, Then opened wide the baron's hall
And smuited checks the visors made; To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
But, O! what masquers, richly dight, Power laid his rod of rule aside,
Can boast of bosoms half so light! And ceremony dofled his pride.
England was merry England, when The heir, with roses in his shoes,
Old Christmas brought his sports again. That night might village partner choose;
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale; The lord, uderogating, share
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; The vulgar game of "post and pair."
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
Still linger, in our northern clime, Brought tidings of salvation down.
Some remnants of the good old time;
And still, within our valleys here, The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
We hold the kindred title dear, Went roaring up the chimney wide;
Even when, perchance, its far-fetched claim The huge hall-table's oaken face,
To southern ear sounds empty name; Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace,
For course of blood, our proverbs deem, Bore then upon its massive board
Is warmer than the mountain-stream.s No mark to part the squire and lord.
And thus, my Christmas still I hold, Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
Where my great-grandsire came of old, By old blue-coated serving-man;
With amber beard, and flaxen hair,!! * In Roman Catholic countries, mass is never said at night, mysteries, in which the characters of Scripture, the Nine Worthies, except on Christmas eve. Each of the frolics with which that and other popular personages, were usually exhibited. It were holyday used to be celebrated, might admit of a long and curious
much to be wished that the Chester Mysteries were published note ; but I shall content myself with the following description of from the MS. in the Museum, with the annotations wluch a dili Christmas, and his attributes, as personificd in one of Ben Jon- gent investigator of popular antiquities might still supply. The late son's Masks for the Court.
acute and valuable antiquary, Mr. Ritson, showed me several - Enter CHRISTMAS, with tico or three of the Guard. He is
memoranda towards such a task, which are probably now dispers attired in round hose, long stockings, a close doublet, a high- ed or lost. See, however, luis Remarks on Shakspeare, 1783, p. 39. crowned hat, with a brooch, a long thin beard, a truncheon, little Since the first edition of Marmion appeared this subject has rutis, white shoes, his scarfs and garters tied cross, and his drum
received much elucidation from the learned and extensive labours beaten before him. - The names of his children, with their
of Mr Douce; and the Chester Mysteries iedited by J. H Mark: attires: Miss-Rule, in a velvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, land, Esq.) have been printed in a style of great elegance and great yellow rufl, like a reveller; bis torch-bearer bearing a rope, accuracy, (in 1819.) by Bensley and Sons, London, for the Ros. a cheese, and a basket ;-Caroll, a long tawny coat, with a red burghe Club. 1830. cap, and a flute at his girdle; his torch bearer carrying a song- ** Blood is warmer than water,"-a proverb meant to vindicate book open ;-Minc'd.pie, like a fine cook's wife. drest neat, ber vur family predilections. mun carrying a pie, dish, and spoons ;-Gamboll, like a tumbler, ľ Mr. Scott of Harden, my kind and affectionate friend, and with a hoop and bells ; his torch-berrerarmd with cole-staff, and distant relation, hus the original of a poetical invitation, adblinding cloth;-Post and Pair, with a pair-royal of aces in his
dressed from his grandfather to my relative, from which a few hat, bis garment all dene over with pairs and purs: his squire
lines in the text are imitated. They are dated, as the epistle in
-, the text, from Mertom-bouse, the seat of the Harden family. coat, serving man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary
* With omler tun, and flaxen hair, gilt on his bend, his hat full of brooches, with a collar of ginger
And reverend apostolic air, bread; his torch bearer carrying a march-pain, with a bottle of
Frow of anxiety and care.
Corne hither, Christmas day, and dine ; wine on either arm ;-- Mumming in a masquung pied suit, with a
We'll mix stricty with wine, visor; his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it ;-Wassal,
And er mirth with thoughts divine. like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown
We Christianus think it hollay, bowl, drest with ribbands, and rosemary, before her ;-offering,
On it no sin to fentat or play: in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand , a wyih bome
Others, in spite, may fast and pray, before him, and a bacon, by his torch bearer ;--- Baby Cocke, drest
No superstition in the use like a boy, in a fino long coat, biggin, bib, muckender, and a little
Our sucetare made of a gonge ; dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease.'
Why may not we, ua well as they, + MS. -"And all the hunting of the boar.
Be innocenty blithe that day,
On goose or pie, on wine or ale,
And scorn enthusiastic zeal ?-
Priy come, and welcome, or plague rot
Your frien) and landlord, Walter Scott.
"Mr. Walter Scott, Leseuilen." 1 It sorms certain, that the Mummers of England, who (in
The venerable old gentleman, to whom the lines are addressed, Northumberland at least) used to go about in disguise to the was the younger brother of William Scott of Raebum. Being neighbouring houses, bearing the then nseli se ploughshare, and
the cadet of a cadet of the Harden family, he had very little to the Guisards of Scotland, not yet in total disuse, present, in
lose; yet he contrived to lose the small property he had, by some indistinct degree, a shadow of the old mysteries, which
engaging in the civil wars and intrigues of the house of Stuart. were the origin of the Engliah Irama. In Scotland, (me ipso His veneration for the exiled family was so great, that he wore teste,) we were wont, during my boyhood, to take the characters he would not shave his beard till they were restored : a mark of of the apostles, at least of Peter, Paul, and Judas Iscariot; the
attachment, which, I supposc, had been common during Cromfirst had the keye, the second carried a sword, and the last the well's usurpation; for, in Cowley's "Cutter of Coleman Street," bag, in which the dole of our neighbours' plumb.cake was depo- one drunken cavalier upbraids another, that, wben he was not Rited, One played a champion, and recited some traditional
able to afford to pay a barber, he affected to rhymes ; another was
King" ! sincerely hope this wns not absolutely the origina: " Alexander, King of Macedon, Whio conquerit all the worlt hue Scotlan! alone :
reason of my ancestor's beard; which, ns appears from a portrait When lie came to Scotland his courage grew cold,
in the possession of Sir Ilenry Hay Macdougal, Bart, and an To see a live nation courageous and bold."
other painted for the famous Dr. Pitcaim,* was a beard of a most
dignified and venerable appearance. There, and many such verses, were repeated, but by rote, and unconnectedly. There was also, occasionally, I believe, a Saint
• The old gentleman was an intimate of this celebrated genius. By the George. In all, there was a confused resemblance of the ancient cairn, my father became possessed of the portrait iv question.
favour of the late Earl of Kellie, deened on the maternal wide from Dr. Pit
wear a beard for the
And reverend, apostolic air
Of Roman and of Grecian lore, The feast and holy-tide to share,
Sure mortal brain can hold no more. And mix sobriety with wine,
These ancienis, as Noll Bluff might say, And honest mirth with thoughts divine :
“Were pretty fellows in their day;''S Small thought was his, in after time,
But time and tide o'er all prevailE'er to be hitched into a rhyme.
On Christmas eve a Christmas talem The simple sire could only boast,
Of wonder and of war.-" Profane! That he was loyal to his cost;
What! leave the lofty Latin strain, The banished race of kings revered,
Her stately prose, her verse's charms, And lost his land, --but kept his beard.
To hear the clash of rusty arms;
In fairy land or limbo lost, In these dear halls, where welcome kind*
To josile conjurer and ghost, Is with fair liberty combined;
Goblin and witch !"- Nay, Heber dear, Where cordial friendship gives the hand,
Before you touch my charter, hear; And flies constraint the magic wand
Though Leyden aids, alas! no more, Of the fair dame that rules the land,
My cause with many-languaged lore,il Little we heed the tempest drear,
This may I say :in realms of death While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Ulysses meets Alcides' wraith;
Æneas, upon Thracia's shore,
The ghost of murdered Polydore;
For omens, we in Livy cross,
At every turn, locutus bos.
As grave and duly speaks that ox,
As if he told the price of stocks; And clips her with a close embrace :-
Or held, in Rome republican,, Gladly as he, we seek the dome,
The place of common-councilman. And as reluctant turn us home.
All nations have their omens drear, How just, that, at this time of glee,
Their legends wild of wo and fear. My thoughts should, Heber, turn to thee!
To Cambria look-the peasant see, For many, a merry hour we've known,
Bethink him of Glendowerdy, And heard the chimes of midnight's tone. I
And shun "the spirit's blasted tree.''T Cease, then, my friend! a nioment cease,
The highlander, whose red claymore And leave these classic tomes in peace!
The battle turned on Maida's shore, • 18.--"In these fair halls, with merry cheer
+ Ill-omen'd bird! as legends say, Is bid farewell the dying year."']
Who has the wondrous power to know,
While health fills high the throbbing veins, * (Bee Introduction to the Minstrelsy, ante.)
The fatal hour when blood must flow. 1 (The MS. adds :"As boasts old Shallow to Sir John.'']
* Blinded by rage, alone he passid,
Nor sought his really rasklaid: * Hannibal was a pretty fellow, sir-a very pretty fellow in
But what his fate lay long roknown, he day "-Old Bachelor.
For many an anxious year delay'd. 1 (Ms.-"With all his many-languaged lore.")
" A peasant mark'd his angry eye, John Leyden, M. D., who had been of great service to Sir
He saw him reach the lake's dark bourne, Falter Scott in the proparation of the Border Minstrelsy, sailed
He saw him near a Blasted Oak, for India in April, 1803, and died at Java in August, 1811, before
But never from that hour return. completing his 36th Fcar.
"Three days pavedl o'er, no tidings came Seene's song by lum who sings no more
Where held the Chief his steps delay ?
With wiki alarm the servants ran,
Yet kuew not where to point their way.
" His yarale ringe the mountain's bright, A dietant and badly shore
The covert clove, the widespread plain;
Bot all in vain their eager erach,
They ne'er must see their lord again.
" Yet Fancy, in a thousand shapes, Forks)
Bure to his home the Chief once more : 1 1 an permitted to illustrate this passage, by inserting " Ceu
Some saw him on high Meals top,
Somne sas him on ihe winning shore. bora yr Elyll, or 'The Spirit's Blasted Tree," a legendary lalu, by the Reverend George Warrington :
« With wonder fraught the tale went round, The event, on which this tale is founded, is preserved by tra
Amazement chain'd the henrer's tongue ;
Each peasant felt his ewn w loss, &tion in the family of the Vaughans of Hengwyrt: nor is it
Yet fondly o'er the story hung. entirely lost, even among the common people, who still point out
« Ort by the moon's pale shadowy light, this ok to the passenger. The enmity between the two Welsh
His aged nurse and steward gray Chieftains. Howel Sele, and Owen Glendwr, was extreme, and
Would han to catch the storio souoda, tearted by vile treachery in the one, and ferocious cruelty in the
Or mark the flitung spirit stray. obre. The story is somewhat changed and softened, as more
" Pale lighta on Cader's rocks were seeli, farqarable to the character of the two chiefs, and as better
And inknight voices beard to moan; answering the purpose of poetry, by admitting the passion of pity,
Twas even said the Blastel Oak, and a greater degree of sentiment in the description. Some trace
Convulsive, heaved a hollow groan: of Hoxel Sele's mansion was to be seen a few years ago, and
" And to this day the peasant still, may perhaps be still visible, in the park of Nannau, now belonging
With cautions fear, avoile the ground; to de Robert Vaughan, Baronet, in the wild and romantic tracks
In each wild branch a spectre seen, of Menonethshire. The abbey mentioned passer under two
And trembles at each reing sound. Dames, Vener and Cymmer. The former is retained, as more
" Ten annual suns had held their cours, generally wed.
In sumıner's smile, or winter storm;
The ladly shed the widow'd tear,
As oft she traced his manly form.
" Yet still to hope her heart wonld cling, "Throngh Nannan'e Chase as Howel pass'd,
As o'er the mind illusions play,-
Of travel fond, perhaps her lord
To distant lands had steer'd his way.
«Twas now November's cheerless hour, "Starling, he bent an eager ear,
Which drenching rains and clouds deface,
Dreary bleak Robell's tract appear'l,
And dull and dank each valley's space.
"Lond o'er the weir the honne flood fell, 6 Then suddeu anger flash'd his eye,
Anal dash'd the foaming spray on high ;
The west wind bent the forest tops,
And angry frown'd the evening sky.
"A stranger pass'd Llanell's bourne,
His dark gray start with sweat besprent, No sens irapress thy heart with fear,
Which, weuried with the lengthen'd way,
Could scarcely gain the hill'e ascent.
"The portal reach'd.--the iron bell
Loud sounded round the ontwird wall;
Quick sprang the warder to the oute,
To know what meant the clam'rous call.
**OI lead me to your lady soon; The history of their feud may be found in Pennant's Tour in Wales.
Bay,-it is iny sad lot to tell,
Will, on a Friday morn, look pale,
Whose withering glance no heart can brook, If asked to tell a fairy tale ;*
As true a huntsman doth he look, He fears the vengeful Elfin King,
As bugle e'er in brake did sound, Who leaves that day his grassy ring:
Or ever halloo'd to a hound. Invisible to human ken,
To chase the fiend, and win the prize, He walks among the sons of men.
In that same dungeon ever tries Didst e'er, dear Heber, pass alongt
An aged Necromantic Priest; Beneath the towers of Franchemont,
It is a hundred years, at least, Which, like an eagle's nest in air,
Since 'twixt them first the strife begun,
And neither yet has lost nor won.
And oft the conjuror's words will make
The stubborn demon groan and quake; Amassed through rapine and through wrong
And oft the bands of iron break, By the last lord of Franchémont.s
Or bursts one lock, that still amain, The iron chest is bolted hard,
Fast as 'uis opened, shuts again. A huntsman sits, its constant guard;
That magic strife within the tomb Around his neck his horn is hung,
May last until the day of doom, His hanger in his belt is slung;
Unless the adept shall learn to tell Before his feet his bloodhounds lie:
The very word that clenched the spell, An 'twere not for his gloomy eye,
When Franch'mont locked the treasure-cell.
*** How could we hope for wish'd retreat,
His cager raseals ranging wide,
His bloodhounda' keen wagacious scent,
O'er many a trackless mountain tied?
"I mark'd a broad and Blastad Oak,
Scorch'd try the lightning's livid glare;
Hollow its stem from branch to root,
all its shrivell'd runs were bare. A mellow'd sorrow mark'd her look:
"* Be this, I crial,his proper grave! Then, asking what his mission ideant,
(The thought in me was deadly sin) The graceful stranger righ'd and spoke
Aloft we raise the haplan Chiel,
And dropp'd his bleerling corpse within.'
HA shriek from all the damsels bent,
That pierced the vaulted roof below;
While horror-struck the Lady stood,
A living form of sculptured wo. ** Now, lady, give attention dae,
"With stupid stare, and vacant gaze,
Full on his face her eyes were cast,
Abeort'd !he lost ber present priel,
Aud faintly thought of things long past.
"Like wild-fire o'er a mony heath,
The rumour through the hamlet ran;
The peasant crowd at morning dawn,
To hear the tale- bold the inan.
* He led them near the Blasted Oak,
Then, conscione, from the scene withdrew :
The pensants work with trenbling hasle,
whi d bones to view "E'en from that day misfortune still,
* Back they recoil'd l--the right hand still,
Contracted, grasp'd a rusty sword;
Which erst in many a battle gleam'd,
And proudly deck'd their daughter'd lord.
"They bore the corze to Vener's shrine,
With holy ritex abu prayers addressed;
Nine white-robed monks the last dirge sang,
And gave the angry spirit rest.”
landers, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar than the
* The Daoine shi', or Men of Peace, of the Scottish HighHe who had Cambria's sceptre borne,
English Fairiex. Notwithstanding their name, they are, if not And her brave sons to glory led!
absolutely malevolent, at least peevish, discontented, and apt to **To penury extreme, and griei,
do mischief on slight provocation
The belief of their existence
is deeply impressed on the Highlanders, who think they are par Such as with pain 1 now convey.
ticularly offended at mortals, who talk of them, who wear their "To Sele's and widow tear the tale,
favourite colour, green, or in any respect interfere with their affairs. Nor let our horrid secret reet;
This is especially to be avoided on Friday, when, whether as Give but his corse 10 sacred earth,
dedicated to Venus, with whom, in Germany, this subterrane048 Then may my parting soul be blest.'
people are held nearly connected, or for a more solemn reason, *Dim wax'd the eye that fiercely shone,
they are more active, and possessed of greater power. Some And faint the tongue that proudly spoke,
curious particulars concerning the popular superstitions of the And weak that arm, still raised to me,
Highlanders inay be found in Dr. Graham's Picturesque Sketches Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke.
of Perthshire. *** How could I then his mandate bear?
(This paragraph appears interpolated on the blank page Or how his last behest otey?
the MS.) A rebel deem'd, with him I fler;
1 (MS.-"Which, high in air, like eagle's nest, With him I bunn'd the light of day.
Hang from the dizzy mountain's breast.") u. Proseribel by Henry's hostile rage,
$ The journal of the friend, to whom the Fourth Canto of the My country lost, despoild my land,
poem is inscribed, furnished me with the following account of & Desperate, 1 fled my native coil,
striking superstition. And fought on Syria's distant strand.
Passed the pretty little village of Franchémont. (near Spaw.) **O, had thy long-lamented lond
with the romantic ruins of the old castle of the Counts of that The holy croes and banper view'd,
name. The road leads through many delightful vales, on a rising Died in the sacred cause! who fell
ground; at the extremity of one of them stands the ancient Sad victim of a private feud!
castle, now the subject of many superstitious legends. pit 8 *Led by the ardour of the chase,
firmly believed by the neighbouring peasantry, that the last Baron Far distant from his own domain,
of Franché mont deposited in one 'of the vaults of the castle, From where Garthuna lan spreads her shades,
ponderous chest, containing an immense treasure in gold and silThe Glyndwr bought the opening plain.
ver, which by some macic spell, was intrusted to the care of the "With head aloft, and antlers wide, A rert buck roused then croes'd in view :
Devil, who is constantly found sitting on the chest in the shape Sung with the sight, and will with age,
is instantly seized with the palsy. Upon one occasion, a priest of Swift from the wood fierce Howel flew 4* With bitter taunt, and keen reproach,
noted piety was brought to the vault he used all the arts of ex He, all impetuous, pour'd his rage;
orcism to persuade bis infernal majesis to vacate his seat, but in Reviled the Chief its weak in arms,
vain : the huntsman remained immoveable. At last, moved by And bade him loud the battle wage.
the earnestness of the priest, he told him, that he would agree to "Glyndwr for once restrain'd his sword,
resign the chest, if the exorcizer would sien bis name with blood. And still avera, the fight delays;
But the priest understood bis meaning, and refused, as by that
anybody can discover the mystic words used by the person who "They fought; and doubtful long the fray!
deposited the treasure, and pronounce them the tiend must The Glyndwr gave the fatal wound
instantly decamp. I had many stories of a similar nature from Süll mournful must my tale proceed,
a peurant, who had himself seen the Devil, in the shape of a And it last act all dreadful sound.
of THE BATTLE.
A hundred years are past and gone,
A parapet's embattled row And scarce three letters has he won.
Did seaward round the castle go.
Sometimes in dizzy steps descending,
Sometimes in narrow circuit bending,
Sometimes in platform broad extending, My song the messenger from Heaven, *
Its varying circle did combine That warned, in Lithgow, Scotland's King,
Bulwark, and bartisan, and line, Nor less the infernal summoning it
And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign; May pass the monk of Durham's tale,
Above the booming ocean leant Whose demon fought in Gothic mail ;
The far-projecting battlement; May pardon plead for Fordon grave,
The billows burst, in ceaseless flow, Who told of Gifford's Goblin-Cave.
Upon the precipice below. But why such instances to you,
Where'er Tantallon faced the land, Who, in an instant, can renew
Gate-works, and walls, were strongly manned ; Your treasured hoards of various lore,
No need upon the sea-girt side; And furnish twenty thousand more?
The steepy rock, and frantic tide, Hoards, not like theirs whose volumes rest
Approach of human step denied ; Like treasures in the Franch’mont chest;
And thus these lines, and ramparts rude, While gripple owners still refuse
Were left in deepest solitude. To others what they cannot use;
III. Give them the priest's whole century,
And, for they were so lonely, Clare They shall not spell yon letters three;
Would to these battlements repair, Their pleasure in the books the same
And muse upon her sorrows there, The magpie takes in pilfered gem.
And list the sea-bird's cry; Thy volumes, open as thy heart,
Or slow, like noontide ghost, would glide Delight, amusement, science, art,
Along the dark-gray bulwark's side, To every ear and eye impart;
And ever on the heaving tide Yet whó, of all who thus employ them,
Look down with weary eye. Can, like the owner's self, enjoy them ?
Oft did the cliff, and swelling main, But, hark! I hear the distant drum:
Recall the thoughts of Whitby's fane, The day of Flodden field is come.
A home she ne'er might see again ; Adieu, dear Heber! life and health,
For she had laid adown,
So Douglas bade, the hood and veil,
And Benedictine gown :
It were unseemly sight, he said,
Now her bright locks, with sunny glow,
Again adorned her brow of snow; While great events were on the gale,
Her mantle rich, whose borders, round, And each hour brought a varying tale,
A deep and fretted broidery bound, And the demeanour, changed and cold,
In golden foldings sought the ground; Of Douglas, fretted Marmion bold,
Of holy ornament, alone And, like the impatient steed of war,
Remained a cross of ruby stone; He snuffed the battle from afar;
And often did she look And hopes were none, that back again,
On that which in her hand she bore, Herald should come from Terouenne,
With velvet bound, and broidered o'er, Where England's King in leaguer lay,
Her breviary book. Before decisive battle-day
In such a place, so lone, so grim, While these things were the mournful Clare At dawning pale, or twilight dim, Did in the dame's devotions share:
It fearful would have been For the good countess ceaseless prayed,
To meet a form so richly dressed, $ To heaven and saints, her sons to aid,
With book in hand and cross on breast, And, with short interval, did pass
And such a woful mien. From prayer to book, from book to mass,
Fitz-Eustace, loitering with his bow, And all in high Baronial pride,
To practice on the gull and crow, A life both dull and dignified ;
Saw her, at distance, gliding slow, Yet as Lord Marmion nothing pressed
And did by Mary swear, Upon her intervals of rest,
Some love-lorn fay she might have been, Dejected Clara well could bear
Or, in romance, some spell-bound Queen ; The formal state, the lengthened prayer,
For ne'er, in work-day world, was seen Though dearest to her wounded heart
A form so witching fair.||
Once walking thus, at evening tide,
It chanced a gliding sail she spied, Hang o'er the margin of the deep.
And, sighing, thought-" The Abbess, there, Many a rude tower and rampart there
Perchance, does to her home repair; Repelled the insult of the air,
Her peaceful rule, where duty, free, Which, when the tempest vexed the sky,
Walks hand in hand with charity; Half breeze, half spray, came whistling by.
Where oft devotion's tranced glow Above the rest, a turret square
Can such a glimpse of heaven bestow, Did o'er its Gothic entrance bear,
That the enraptured sisters see Of sculpture rude, a stony shield;
High vision, and deep mystery; The Bloody Heart was in the field,
The very form of Hilda fair, And in the chief three mullets stood,
Hovering upon the sunny air, The cognizance of Douglas blood.
And smiling on her votaries' prayer. IT The turret held a narrow stair, #
0! wherefore, to my duller eye, Which, mounted, gave you access where
Did still the saint her form deny! • See note () p. 105.
“I shall only produce one instance more of the great veneration + [The four lines which follow are not in the MS.)
paid to Lady Hilda, which still prevails even in these our days ; 1 (MS. -" The tower contain'da narrow stair,
that is, the constant opinion, that she rendered, and still ren. And gave an open acces where,'')
dera, herself visibles, on some occasions, in the Abbey of Strean$(MS.-" To meet a form so fair, and dress'd
shalb, or Whitby, where she so long resided. At a particular time In antique robes, with cross on breast.")
of the year, (viz, in the summer months,) at ten or eleven in the 1 (MS.-"A form su sad and fair.")
forenoon, the sunbeams fall in the inside of the northern part of