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« The bark tlou saw'st, yon summer moru,
So gaily part from Oban's bay, My eye beheld hier dashid and torn,
Far on the rocky Colonsay.
« The 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 Beomore.
« Thou only saw'st their tartans' wave,
As down Benvoirlicli's side they wound, Heard'st but the pibroch,' answering brave
To many a targel clanking round.
« I heard the groans, I mark'd the tears,
I saw the wound his bosom bore, When on the scrried Saxon spears
Untouclid, tle liarp began to ring,
As softly, slowly, oped the door,
As light a footstep pressid the floor.
And, by the watch-fire's glimmering ligbe,
Close by the minstrel's side was seen
All dropping wet her robes of green.
All dropping wet her garments seem,
Chill'd was her cheek, her bosom bare,
She wrung the moisture from her hair.
He pour'd lis clan's resistless roar.
With maiden blush she softly said,
60 gentle huntsman, hast thou seen, In deep Glenfinlas' moon-light glade,
A lovely maid in vest of green?
« And thou, who bid'st me think of bliss,
And bid'st my heart awake to glee, And court, like thee, the wanton kiss,
That heart, O Ronald, bleeds for thee!
« With her a chief in liighland pride,
His shoulders bear the hunter's bow,
Far on the wind lis tartans flow!»
«I see the death damps chill thy brow;
I hear thy Warning Spirit cry;
No more is given to gifted cye!»-
« And who art thou ? and who are they?»
All chastly gazing, Moy replied:
ye thus roam Cleufinlas' sidela
--« Alone enjoy thy dreary dreams,
Sad prophet of the evil hour!
Because to-morrow's storm may lour?
« Where wild Loch Katrine pours her tide,
Blue, dark, aod deep, round many an isle,
The castle of the bold Glengyle.
«Or false, or sooth, tly words of woe,
Clangillian's chieftuin ne'er shall fear; His blood shall bound at rapture's glow,
Though doom'd lo stain the Saxon spear.
u To chase the dun Glenfinlas deer,
Our woodland course this morn we bore,
The son of great Macgillianore.
« E'en now, to meet me in yon dell,
My Mary's buskins brush the dew.»He spoke, por bade the chief farewell,
But call'd bis dogs, and gay withdrew.
« O aid me, then, to seek the pair,
Whom, loitering in the woods, I lost;
Where walks, they say, the shrieking ghost
Within an hour return d each hound;
To rush'd the rousers of the deer; They howld in melancholy sound,
Theo closely couch beside the Seer.
« Yes, many a slırieking those walks there;
Then, first, my owo sad vow to keep,
Which still must rise when mortals sleep."
No Ronald yet; though midoiylit came,
And sad were Moy's prophetic dreams, As, bending o'er the dying tlame,
He fed the watch-fire's quivering gleams.
« O first, for pity's gentle sake,
Guide a love wanderer on her way!
And reach my father's towers ere day."
Suddeo the hounds erect their ears,
And sudden cease their moaning howl; Close press'd to Moy, they mark their fears
By slivering limbs, and suifled growi
« First, three times tell cach Ave-bead,
And thrice a Pater-noster say:
So shall we safely wind our way.
Go, doff the bonnet from thy brow,
Which best befits thy sullen vow.
Tartans-The full Highland dress, made of the chequered stufa so terned,
• Pibroch-A piece of martial inusie, adapted to the Highlaydi bagpipe.
« 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; (5) Then turn'd him to the eastern clime,
And sternly shook his coal-black hair.
And, bending o'er his barp, he flung
His wildest witch-ootes on the wind; And loud, and high, and strange, they rung,
As many a magic change they fiud.
Tall wax'd the Spirit's altering form,
Till to the roof ber stature grew; Then, uningling with the rising storm,
With one wild yell, away she flew.
Rain beats, hail rattles, whirlwinds tear :
The slender hut in fragments New; But not a lock of Moy's loose hair
Was waved by wind, or wet by dew.
Wild mingling with the howling gate,
Loud bursts of ghastly laughter rise; High o'er the midstrel's head they sail,
And die amid the northern skies.
Note 1. Stanza jii.
Well can the Saxon widows tell. The term Sassenach, or Saxon, is applied by the Highlanders to their Low-country neighbours.
Note 2. Stanza in.
How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane tree. 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.
Note 3. Stanza vii.
The seer's propbetic spirit found, ete. I can only describe the second sight, by adopting Dr Johosoo's definition, who calls it « an impression, either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eyc upon the mind, by which things distant and future are perceived and seen as if they were present.» To which I would only adı, 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.
Note 4. Stanza xxii.
Will good St Oran's rule prevail. St Oran was a friend and follower of St Columba, and was buried in lcolm kill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certaia demons of the soil, who obstructed the attempts of Columba to build a chapel. Columba caused the body of his friend to be dug up, after three days had elu psed ; wlien Oran, to the horror and scandal of the assistants, declared, that there was neither a God, a judyment, nor a future state ! He had no time to make further discoveries, for Columba caused the earth once more to be shovelled over him with the utmost dispatch. The chapel, however, and the cemetry, was called Reilig Ouran; and, in memory of his rigid celibacy, no female was permitted to pay hier devotions, or be buried, in that place. This is the rule alluded to in the poem.
Note 5. Stanza lv.
The voice of thunder shook the wood,
As ceased the more than mortal yell; And, spallering foul, a shower of blood
Upon the hissing firebrands feli.
Next, dropp'd from high a mangled arm;
The fiogers strain'd a half-drawn blade; And last, the life-blood streaming warm,
Tora from the trunk, a gasping head.
Oft o'er that bead, in battling field,
Stream'd the proud crest of high Benmore; That arm the broad claymore could wield,
Which dyed the Teilh with Saxoo gore.
Woe to Moneira's sullen rills!
Woe to Glenfinlas' dreary glen! There never son of Albyn's hills
Shall draw the hunter's shaft agen!
fountains, etc. in Scotland. He was, according to Ca. 1 is a ruined chapel. Brotherstone is a heath, in the merarius, an abbot of Pittenweem, in Fife, from which neighbourhood of Smaylho'me Tower. situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of This ancient fortress and its vicinity formed the scene Gleourchy, A.D. 649. While engaged in transcribing of the author's infancy, and seemed to claim from him the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth this attempt to celebrate them in a Border tale. The such a splendour, as to afford light to that with which catastrophe of the tale is founded upon a well-known he wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the Irish tradition. convent, as St Fillan used to spend whole nights in that cxercise. The gth of January was dedicated to this
The Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, saint, who gave bis name to Kilbillan, in Renfrew, and
He spurrid his courser on, St Philans, or Forgend, in Fife. Lesley, lib. 7. tells us, without stop or stay, down the rocky way, that Robert the Bruce was possessed of Fillan's miracu.
That leads to Brotherstone. lous and luminous arm, which lie inclosed in a silver shrine, and had it carried at the head of his army. Pre-lle went not with the bold Buccleuch, vious to the battle of Bannockburn, the king's chap- His banner broad to rear; Jain, a man of little faith, abstracted the relic, and de. He went not 'gainst the English yew posited it in some place of security, lest it should fall To lift the Scottish spear. into the hands of the English. But, lo! while Robert was addressing his prayers to the empty casket, it was Yet his plate-jack' was braced, and his belmet was laceri, observed to open and shui suddenly; and, on inspection, And his vaint-brace of proof he wore; the saint was found to have himself deposited his arın At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, in the shrine, as an assurance of victory. Such is the Full ten pound weight and more. tale of Lesley. But though Bruce little needed that the arm of St Fillan should assist his own, he dedicated to the baron return'd in three days' space, him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay. Aifd his looks were sad and sour;
1 In the Scots Magazine for July, 1802 (a national pe- And weary was his courser's pace, riodical publication, which has lately revived with con- As he reachi'd his rocky tower. siderable energy), there is a copy of a very curious crown-grant, dated 11th July, 1487, by which James He came not from where Ancram Moor: III. confirms to Malice Doire, an inhabitant of Strath- Rau red with English blood; fillan, in Perthshire, the peaccable exercise and enjoy. Where the Douglas true, and the bold Buccleuch, ment of a relic of Sc Fillan, called the Quegrich, which 'Gainst keen Lord Evers stood. be, and his predecessors, are said to have possessed since the days of Robert Bruce. As the Quegrich was Yet was liis helmet hackd and hewid, used to cure diseases, this document is, probably, the
His acion pierced and tore ; most apcient patent ever granted for a quack medicine.llis axe aod his dagger with blood embrued, The ingenious correspondent, by whom it is furnished, But it was not English gore. further observes, that additional particulars concerning St Fillan are to be found in BALLENDEN's Boece, Book Ne lighted at the Chapellage, 4, folio ccxiii, and in Pennant's Tour in Scotland, 1772,
He held him close and still; pp. 11, 15.
And he wlristled 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, SMAYLBO'ME, or Smallholm Tower, the scene of the fol- I think thou art true to me. lowing ballad, is situated on the northern boundary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks, called « Come, tell me all that thou hast seçn, Sandiknow Crags, the property of Hugh Scott, Esq. of And look thou tell me true! Harden. The tower is a high square building, surround-Since I from Smaylbo'me tower have been, ed by an outer wall, now ruinous. The circuit of the What did thy lady do ?» outer court, being defended, on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is accessible only from the west, ly
My lady, each night, sought the lonely light, a steep and rocky path. The apartments, as is usual in
That burns on the wild Watchfold; a Border keep, or fortress, are placed one above another, For, from height to height, the beacons bright and communicate by a narrow stair ; on the roof are
Of the English foemen cold. two bartizaus, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the tower is wood, the outer an iron « The bittern clamour'd from the moss, grate; the distance between them being nine feet, the
The wind blew loud and shrill; thickness, namely, of the wall. From the elevated si-Yet the craggy pách way she did cross, tuation of Smaylho'me Tower, it is seen many miles in
To the eiry beacon hill. every direction. Among the crags, by which it is surrounded, one, more eminent, is called The Watch fold;
'The plate-jsck is coat-armour; the fan-brue, a wambaz and is said to have been the station of a beacon, ia the
armour for the body: the sperthe, a baule-axe.
* See an account of the battle of Ancran Mour, vabjoised the times of war with England. Without the tower-court ballad.
al watch'd her steps, and silent came
* At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have Where she sat her on a stone;
power, No watchman stood by the dreary flame;
In tly chamber will I be.'— It burned all alone.
With that he was gone, and my'lady left alone,
And no more did I see.»& The second night I kept her in sight, Till to the fire she came,
Then changed. I trow, was that bold baron's brow, And, by Mary's might! an armed knight
From the dark to the blood-red high; Stood by the lovely flame.
« Now, tell me the mien of the kniglat thou hast seen,
For, by Mary, he shall die !» « And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there;
« His arms shone full briglit in the beacon's red light, But the raio fell fast, and loud blew the blast,
His plume it was scarlet and blue ; And I heard not what they were.
On his shield was a hound, in a silver leash bound,
And his crest was a branch of the yew.» «The third night there the sky was fair, And the mountain blast was still,
« Thou liest, thou liest, thou little foot-page,
Loud dost thou lie to me!
For that knight is cold, and low laid in the mould,
All under the Eildon-tree.» «Ånd I heard her name the midnight hour, And dame this holy eve;
« Yet hear but my word, my noble lord,
For I heard hier dame bis name; say, • Come this night to thy lady's bower;
And that lady bright, she call'd the knight, Ask no bold baron's leave.
Sir Richard of Coldinghame.» "He lifts his spear with the bold Buccleuch ;
The bold baron's brow then changed, I trow, His lady' is all alone;
From high blood-red to pale*The door she 'll undo to her knight so true,
« The grave is deep and dark-and ibe corpse is stiff On the eve of good St John.'
and stark "I cannot come; I must not come;
So I may not trust thy tale. I dare not corne to thee;
« Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, On the eve of Saint John I must wander alone
And Eildon slopes to the plain, In tby bower I may not be.'
Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, *Now, out on thee, faint-hearted knight!
That gay gallant was slain. • Thou shouldst not say me nayi
« The varying light deceived thy sight, * For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet,
And the wild winds drown'd the name; * Is worth the whole summer's day.
For the Dryburglı bells ring, and the white monks do
sing, * And I 'll chain the blood-hound, and the warder shall
For Sir Richard of Coldinghame !» not sound, * And rushes shall be strewd on the stair,
He pass'd the court-gate, and he opend the lower * So, by the black rood-stone,' and by boly St Jolin,
grate, * I conjure, thee, my love, to be there!
And he mounted the narrow stair,
To the bartizan-seat, where, with maids that on her Though the blood-hound be mute, and the rush be
wait, neath my foot,
He found his lady fair. . And the warder his bugle should not blow, · Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the That lady sat in mournful mood; east,
Look'd over bill and dale ; * Aod my footstep be would know.'
Over Tweed's fair flood, and Mertoun's wood,
And all down Tevioidale. *O fear not the priest, who sleepesh to the east ! * For to Dryburghi: the way he has ta'en ;
« Now hail, now hail, thou lady bright!» And there to say mass, till three days do pass,
« Now liail, thou baron true! 'For the soul of a knight that is slayne.'
What news, what news, from Aucram fight?
What news from the bold Buccleuch ?» « He turn'd him round, and grimly he frown'd; Then he laugh'd right scornfully
« The Ancram Moot is red with gore * He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that knight For many a southero fell; May as well say mass for me.
And Buccleuch bas charged us, evermore,
To watch our beacons well.» 'The black rood of Melrose was a cracifix of black marble, and of superior sanctity.
1 Eildon is a high hill, terminating in three conical sammits, in* Dryburgb Abbey is beautifully situated on the banks of the mediately above the town of Melrose, where are the admired ruins Tweed. After its dissolution, it became the property of the fali- of a magnific nt monastery, Eildon-tree is said to be the spot bartons of New mains, and is now the seat of the right honourable where Thomas the Rhymer uttered bis prophecies. ibe Earl of Bachan. It belonged to the order of Premonstratenses. * Mertoun is the beautiful seat of Hugh Scott, Esq. of Harden.
Thuit nun, who ne'er beholds the day,
That monk, who speaks to none, That nun was Smayllo'me's lady gay,
That monk the bold baroll.
- Jouy grave
fountains, etc, in Scotland merarius, an abbot of Pittshas situation he retired, and i Glenurchy, A.D. 649. the Scriptures, his left h such a splendour, it! he wrote; a mirati convent, as St Film exercise.
The otis saint, who givelli St Phillans, or ! that Robert the lous and lum shrine, and trai vious to th lain, a mi posited it into the was ad 1 obser
in the tale
BATTLE OF AXCRAM MOOR. Lord Evers, and Sir Brian Latoua, during the year 1544, committed the most dreadful ravages upon te Scottish frontiers, compelling most of the iolabit aty and especially the men of Liddesdale, to take assurance under the King of England. Upon the 19th November, in that year, the sum total of their depredations stoc! thus, in the bloody ledger of Lord Eyers.
Towns, towers, barnekynes, paryshe
churches, bastill houses, burned
403 Prisoners taken
816 Nolt (cattle)
Murdin's State Papers, vol. I, p. 51. The King of England had promised to these two bsrons a feudal grant of the country, which they had tha reduced to a desert; upon hearing which, drebitel Douglas, the seventh carl of Angus, is said to have sworn to write the deed of investiture upon their skin. with sharp pens and bloody ink, in resentment for their having defaced the tombs of bis ancestors, at det rose. Godscroft. In 1545, Lord Evers and Lates again entered Scotland with an army, consisting 3000 mercenaries, 1500 English Borderers, and mae sa sured Scottishmen, chiefly Armstrongs, Turnbulls, zal other broken clans. Ju this second incursion, the EarJish generals even cxceeded their former cruelty. Ess 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 pt laged. As they returned towards Jedburgh, they were followed by Angus, at the head of 1000 horse, who 16 shortly after joined by the famous Norman lesley, c. a body of Fife-men. The English, being probabls er willing to cross the Teviot while the Scots hung up their rear, halted upon Ancram Moor, above the vile of that name; and the Scottish general was deliberatung whether to advance or retire, when Sir Walter Scott
The editor bas found no instance upon record of this fex": having taken assurance with England. Hende tbey usually suffered dreadfully from the Eoglish forays. In August, 1546 (the years ceding the battle), the wbole lands belongiog to Beccleuch. In fies Teviotdale, were harried by Erers; the out-sorks, or lærakis, of the tower of Branxbolm, burned; eight Scots slain, thirty made prisoners, and an immense prey of borses, cattle, and sheep. earre! off. The lands upon Kale Water, belonging to the same chitta. were also plaedered, and much spoil obtained; thirty Souts slens and the Moss Tower (a fortress near Eckford) moked very wart Thus Buccleuch had a long account to settle at Ancran Woor.Mosdia'. State Papers, pp. 45, 46.
Pe shall forfeit life;
** Obelieve: 3 we is guilt above, Pas *** receive.»
test ei palm on an oaken beam; temps pas her hind: dat we het, end fainting sunk,
We like a fiery brand.
we of fingers four, Bawa wt that boird impressid ; fra vore that lady wore
Vezi on her wrist.
** nun in Dryburgh hower, Vas upou the sun:
mouk in Melrose tower, ka deth word to none.
any loss Place of rendezvous.