But Marmion has to learn, ere long, That constant mind, and hate of wrong, Descended to a feeble girl, From Red De Clare, stout Gloster's Earl : Of such a stem, a sapling weak, He ne'er shall bend, although he break. V. "But see!-what makes this armour here?"For in her path he lay Targe, corslet, helm;- she view'd them near.- As these dark blood-gouts say.- She raised her eyes in mournful mood,- Each changing passion's shade; VI. DE WILTON'S HISTORY. "Forget we that disastrous day, Within my ancient beadsman's shed. Austin, remember'st thou, my Clare, How thou didst blush, when the old man, When first our infant love began, Said we would make a matchless pair?Menials, and friends, and kinsmen fled From the degraded traitor's bed,He only held my burning head, And tended me for many a day, While wounds and fever held their sway. But far more needful was his care, No more a lord of rank and birth, If e'er my deadliest enemy VII. "Still restless as a second Cain, None cared which tale was true: Dark looks we did exchange: What were his thoughts I cannot tell; VIII. "A word of vulgar augury, That broke from me, I scarce knew why, Brought on a village tale; Which wrought upon his moody sprite, And sent him armed forth by night. I borrow'd steed and mail, And weapons, from his sleeping band; O good old man! even from the grave, IX. "Now here, within Tantallon Hold, And women, priests, and grey-hair'd men; X. "There soon again we meet, my Clare! Once more ""O Wilton! must we then Risk new-found happiness again, Trust fate of arms once more? And is there not an humble glen, Might build a cottage in the shade, Thy task on dale and moor? - While falsehood stains thy name: And weep a warrior's shame; 1 Where James encamped before taking post on Flodden. Two veterans of the Douglas' wars, Though two grey priests were there, And each a blazing torch held high, You could not by their blaze desery The chapel's carving fair. Amid that dim and smoky light, Chequering the silvery moon-shine bright, A bishop by the altar stood, A noble lord of Douglas blood, More pleased that, in a barbarous age, So pale his face, so huge his limb, XII. Then at the altar Wilton kneels, And judge how Clara changed her hue, 1 The well-known Gawain Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld, son of Archibald Bell-the-Cat, Earl of Angus. He was author of a Scottish metrical version of the Eneid, and of many other poetical pieces of great merit. He had not at this period attained the mitre. 2 Angus had strength and personal activity correspond ing to his courage. Spens of Kilspindie, a favourite of James IV., having spoken of him lightly, the Earl met him while hawking, and, compelling him to single ctm. bat, at one blow cut asunder his thigh-bone, and killed hitn on the spot. But ere he could obtain James's pardon for this slaughter, Angus was obliged to yield his castle of Hermitage, in exchange for that of Bothwell, which was some diminution to the family greatness. The sword with which he struck so remarkable a blow, was presented by his descendant, James, Earl of Morton, afterwards Regent of Scotland, to Lord Lindesay of the Byres, when he defled Bothwell to single combat on Carberry-hill-See Introduction to the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. Then Douglas struck him with his blade: "Saint Michael and Saint Andrew aid, I dub thee knight. Arise, Sir Ralph, De Wilton's heir! For King, for Church, for Lady fair, And Bishop Gawain, as he rose, Said "Wilton! grieve not for thy woes, Disgrace, and trouble; For He, who honour best bestows, De Wilton sobb'd, for sob he must- That Douglas is my brother!""Nay, nay," old Angus said, "not so; To Surrey's camp thou now must go, Thy wrongs no longer smother. I have two sons in yonder field; And, if thou meet'st them under shield, Upon them bravely-do thy worst: And foul fall him that blenches first!" XIII. Not far advanced was morning day, The ancient Earl, with stately grace, "Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown."The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopp'd to bid adieu : And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!" On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage Q'ercame the ashen hue of age: Fierce he broke forth,-" And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? And hopest thou hence unscathed to go?- Lord Marmion turn'd,-well was his need, XV. The steed along the drawbridge flics, And when Lord Marmion reached his band, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. "Horse! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase! But soon he rein'd his fury's pace: "A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name,A letter forged! Saint Jude to speed! "Though something I might plain," he said, Did ever knight so foul a deed! 2 "Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your King's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid; Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand."But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke:"My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my King's alone, From turret to foundation-stoneThe hand of Douglas is his own; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp." XIV. Burn'd Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, 1 This ebullition of violence in the potent Earl of Angus is not without its example in the real history of the house of Douglas, whose chieftains possessed the ferocity, with the horoic virtues, of a savage state. The most curious instance occurred in the case of Maclellan, Tutor of Bombay, who, having refused to acknowledge the pre-eminence claimed by Douglas over the gentlemen and Barons of Galloway, was seized and imprisoned by the Earl, in his castle of the Thrieve, on the borders of Kirkcudbrightshire. Sir Patrick Gray, commander of King James the Second's guard, was uncle to the Tutor of Bombay, and obtained from the King a "sweet letter of supplication," praying the Earl to deliver his prisoner into Gray's hand. When Sir Patrick arrived at the castle, he was received with all the honour due to a favourite servant of the King's household; but while he was at dinner, the Earl, who suspected his errand, caused his prisoner to be led forth and beheaded. After dinner, Sir Patrick presented the King's letter to the Earl, who received it with great affectation of reverence; "and took him by the hand, and led him forth to the green, where the gentleman was lying dead, and showed him the manner, and said, 'Sir Patrick, you are come a little too late; yonder is your sister's son lying, but he wants the head; take his body, and do with it what you will.'-Sir Patrick answered again, with a sore heart, and said My lord, if yo have taken from him his head, dispone upon the body as ye please; and with that called for his horse, and leaped thereon; and when he was on horseback, he said to the Earl on this manner. My lord, if I live, you shall be rewarded for your labours, that you have used at this time, according to your demerits.' "At this saying the Earl was highly offended, and cried for horse. Sir Patrick, seeing the Earl's fury, spurred his horse, but he was chased near Edinburgh ere they left him; and had it not been his led horse was so tried and good, he had been taken."-PITSCOTTIE'S History, p. 39. 2 Lest the reader should partake of the Earl's astonishment, and consider the crime as inconsistent with the manners of the period. I have to remind him of the numerous forgeries (partly executed by a female assistant) devised by Kobert of Artois, to forward his suit against the Countess Matilda; which, being detected, occasioned his flight into England, and proved the remote cause of |