SERIES THE FIRST.-BOOK III. I. THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY-CHASE. At the beginning of this volume we gave the old original song of Chevy-Chase. The reader has here the more improved edition of that fine heroic ballad. It will afford an agreeable entertainment to the curious to compare them together, and to see how far the latter bard has excelled his predecessor, and where he has fallen short of him. Some few passages retain more dignity in the ancient copy; for instance, the catastrophe of the gallant Witherington is in the modern copy exprest in terms which never fail at present to excite ridicule: whereas in the original it is related with a plain and pathetic simplicity that is liable to no such unlucky effect. "The old song of Chevy-Chase," says Addison, "is the favourite ballad of the common people of England;" and Ben Jonson used to say he had rather have been the author of it than of all his works. Sir Philip Sydney, in his Discourse of Poetry, speaks of it in the following words: "I never heard the old song of Piercy and Douglas that I found not my heart more stirred than with a trumpet." " 'An heroic poem should be founded upon some important precept of morality adapted to the constitution of the country in which the poet writes ;" and this keynote of the poem Addison tells us that we have in the first verse, where the author of the ballad desires an ending of the unnatural strife that brought about so many disasters. Prof. Henry Morley says 'that the ballad that moved Sir Philip Sydney was written in the fifteenth century, and that this version before us was not composed until after Sydney's death, and after the best of Shakespeare's plays had been written." However, Addison's criticism concerns the present ballad, and we shall append footnotes to some of the verses he particularly admires. From a passage in the Memoirs of Carey, Earl of Monmouth, we learn that it was an ancient custom with the Borderers of the two kingdoms, when they were at peace, to send to the lord wardens of the opposite marches for leave to hunt within their districts. If leave was granted, then towards the end of summer they would come and hunt for several days together "with their greyhounds for deer:" but if they took this liberty unpermitted, then the lord warden of the border so invaded would not fail to interrupt their sport and chastise their boldness. He mentions a remarkable instance that happened while he was warden, when some Scotch gentlemen coming to hunt in defiance of him, there must have ensued such an action as this of ChevyChase, if the intruders had been proportionably numerous and well-armed: for, upon their being attacked by his men-at-arms, he tells us, "some hurt was done, tho' he had given especiall order that they should shed as little blood as possible." They were in effect overpowered and taken prisoners, and only released on their promise to abstain from such licentious sporting for the future. The following text is given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS. compared with two or three others printed in black letter. GOD prosper long our noble king, To drive the deere with hound and horne, The child may rue* that is unborne, The stout Erle of Northumberland His pleasure in the Scottish woods The cheefest harts in Chevy-Chace Who sent Erle Percy present word, He wold prevent his sport. With fifteen hundred bow-men bold; The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, Ere daylight did appeare; And long before high noone they had The bow-men mustered on the hills, Theire backsides all, with speciall care, The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, The nimble deere to take,* That with their cryes the hills and dales An eccho shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the slaughter'd deere ; But if I thought he wold not come, With that, a brave younge gentleman Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come, All men of pleasant Tivydale, Fast by the river Tweede : That ever did on horsebacke come, I durst encounter man for man, Until the blood, like drops of rain, Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas sayd; Thy ransome I will freely give, And this report of thee, Thou art the most couragious knight, That ever I did see. Noe, Douglas, quoth Erle Percy then, I will not yeelde to any Scott, With that, there came an arrow keene Which struck Erle Douglas to the heart, Who never spake more words than these, Lord Percy sees my fall. Then leaving liffe, Erle Percy tooke O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed A knight amongst the Scots there was, Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd, * Addison praises this line as wonderfully beautiful and pathetic. And past the English archers all, With such a vehement force and might The staff ran through the other side Whose courage none could staine: He had a bow bent in his hand, Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye, This fight did last from breake of day, For when they rung the evening-bell,* With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, And with Sir George and stout Sir James, For Witherington needs must I wayle, *Sc. the Curfew bell, usually rung at 8 o'clock, to which the modernizer apparently alludes, instead of the "Evensong bell," a bell for vespers of the original author, before the Reformation. ti.e. "I, as one in deep concern, must lament." The construction here has generally been misunderstood. The old MS. reads "wofull dumpes." |