whom little is known beyond that prodigious effort which produced his present honours, and is, perhaps, one of the most singular instances of its kind which the literature of any country exhibits. His labours as an amanuensis were undertaken during the time of pestilence, in 1558. The dread of infection had induced him to retire into solitude, and under such circumstances he had the energy to form and execute the plan of saving the literature of the whole nation; and, undisturbed by the general mourning for the dead, and general fears of the living, to devote himself to the task of collecting and recording the triumphs of human genius in the poetry of his age and country-thus, amid the wreck of all that was mortal, employing himself in preserving the lays by which immortality is at once given to others, and obtained for the writer himself. He informs us of some of the numerous difficulties he had to contend with in this self imposed task. The volume containing his labours, depoEdinburgh, is no less than eight hundred pages in length, and very neatly and closely written, containing nearly all the ancient poetry of Scotland now known to exist.Quarterly Review. ART. Pitcairn's Ancient Criminal Trials. Feb. 1831. sited in the Library of the Faculty of Advocates at Second-how, in God's name, would my bacon be saved, By not having writ what I clearly engraved? On the contrary, I, on the whole, think it better To be whipped as the thief, than his lousy resetter. Thirdly-don't you perceive that I don't care a boddle Although fifty false metres were flung at my noddle, For my back is as broad and as hard as Benlomon's, And I treat as I please both the Greeks and the Romans; Whereas the said heathens night rather look At a kick on their drum from the scribe of And, fourthly and lastly-it is my good plea sure To remain the sole source of that murderous So stet pro ratione voluntas-be tractile, To-morrow will see me in town for the winter course, But not at your door, at the usual hour, sir, My own pyc-nouse daughter's good prog to devour, sir. Ergo- peace!—on your duty, your squeamish ness throttle, And well soothe Priscian's spleen with a canny third bottle. A fig for all dactyls, a fig for all spondees, Speates and raxes ere five for a fumishing And as Fatsman and I have some topics for Be invited, I hope, to meet me and Dame Upon whom, to say nothing of Oury and Anne, you Dog shall be deemed if you fasten your Janua. LINES, HIM ADDRESSED TO MONSIEUR ALEXANDRE, ABBOTSFORD. 1324. Enter MEG DODDS, encircled by a crowd of unruly I've seen the day they would been scaur'd, Or maybe wud lae some regard But whar's the gude Tolbooth gane now? Except the Playhouse! And horses canterin', Mysell being in the public line, "And wha may ye be," gin ye speer, "That brings your auld-warld clavers here?" Troth, if there's onybody near That kens the roads, I'll haud ye Burgundy to beer, He kens Meg Dodds. I came a piece frac west o' Currie ; Plays are auld-fashion'd things, in truth, Or want of dramock, Although they speak but wi' their mouth, But ye tak care of a' folk's pantry; Is claims as gude's to be a ventri-- Weel, sirs, gude'en, and have a care And without failzie, As sure as ever ye sit there, She'll tell the Bailie. Spite of three wedlocks so completely curst, THE DEATH OF KEELDAR. 18.8. PERCY or Percival Rede of Trochend, in Redesdale, Northumberland, is celebrated in tradition as a huntsman, and a soldier. He was. upon two occasions, singularly unfortunate; once, when an arrow, which he had discharged at a deer, killed his celebrated dog Keeldar; and again, when, being on a hunting party, he was betrayed into the hands of a clan called Crossar, by whom he was murdered. Mr. Cooper's painting of the first of these incidents, suggested the following stanzas. UP rose the sun, o'er moor and mead; Career'd along the lea; The palfrey sprung with sprightly bound, Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, And right dear friends were they. The chase engross'd their joys and woes, By fountain or by stream; Still hunted in his dream. Now is the thrilling moment near, The game's afoot!-Halloo! Halloo! Hunter, and horse, and hound pursue ;But woe the shaft that erring flew That e'er it left the string! And ill betide the faithless yew! The stag bounds scatheless o'er the dew, And gallant Keeldar's life-blood true Has drench'd the grey-goose wing. The noble hound-he dies, he dies, Death, death has glazed his fixed eyes, Stiff on the bloody heath he lies, Without a groan or quiver. Now day may break and bugle sound, And whoop and hollow ring around, And o'er his couch the stag may bound, But Keeldar sleeps for ever. Dilated nostrils, staring eyes, But he that bent the fatal bow, In speechless grief recline; Can think he hears the senseless clay, "And if it be, the shaft be bless'd, Which sure some erring aim address'd, Since in your service prized, caress'd, I in your service die; And you may have a fleeter hound, And to his last stout Percy rued The fatal chance, for when he stood 'Gainst fearful odds in deadly feud, And fell amid the fray, E'en with his dying voice he cried, Remembrance of the erring bow Down dark oblivion's river; The scene shall live for ever. THE FORAY. SET TO MUSIC BY JOHN WHITEFIELD, MUS. DOC. CAM. 1830. THE last of our steers on the board has been spread, And the last flask of wine in our goblet is red; Up! up, my brave kinsmen! belt swords and begone, There are dangers to dare, and there's spoil to be won. The eyes, that so lately mix'd glances with ours, For a space must be dim, as they gaze from the towers, And strive to distinguish, through tempest and gloom, The prance of the steed, and the toss of the plume. The rain is descending; the wind rises loud; And the moon her red beacon has veil'd with a cloud; "Tis the better, my mates! for the warder's dull eye Shall in confidence slumber, nor dream we are nigh. Our steeds are impatient! I hear my blithe Grey! There is life in his hoof-clang, and hope in his neigh; Like the flash of a meteor, the glance of his Dramatic Pieces. Halidon Hill: A DRAMATIC SKETCH FROM SCOTTISH HISTORY. -0 PREFACE. THOUGH the Public seldom feel much interest in such communications, (nor is there any reason why they should,) the Author takes the liberty of stating, that these scenes were commenced with the purpose of contributing to a miscellany projected by a much-esteemed friend. But instead of being confined to a scene or two, as intended, the work gradually swelled to the size of an independent publication. It is designed to illustrate inilitary antiquities, and the manners of chivalry. The drama (if it can be termed one) is, in no particular, either designed or calculated for the stage. The subject is to be found in Scottish history; but not to overload so slight a publication with antiquarian research, or quotations from obscure chronicles, may be sufficiently illustrated by the following pissage from PINKERTON'S History of Scotland, vol. i., p. 72. "The Governor (anno 1402) dispatched a considerable force under Murdac, his eldest son: the Earls of Angus and Moray also joined Douglas, who entered England with an army of ten thousand men, carrying terror and devastation to the walls of Newcastle. "Henry IV. was now engaged in the Welsh war against Owen Glendour; but the Earl of Northumberland, and his son, the Hotspur Percy, with the Earl of March, collected a numerous array, and awaited the return of the Scots, impeded with spoil, near Milfield, in the north part of Northumberland. Douglas had reached Wooler, in his return; and, perceiving the enemy, seizel a strong post between the two armies, called Homildon-hill. In this method he rivalled his predecessor at the battle of Otterburn, but not with like success. The English advanced to the assault, and Henry Percy was about to lead them up the hill, when March caught his bridle, and advised him to advance no farther, but to pour the dreadful shower of English arrows into the enemy. This advice was followed by the usual fortune; for in all ages the bow was the English instrument of victory; and though the Scots, and perhaps the French, were superior useless after the distant bow had decided the in the use of the spear, yet this weapon was combat. the battle of Bannockburn, ordered a prepared Robert the Great, sensible of this st detachment of cavalry to rush among the English archers at the commencement, totally to disperse them, and stop the deadly effusion. and the consequence was, that his people. But Douglas now used no such precaution; drawn up on the face of the hill, presented one general mark to the enemy, none of whose arrows descended in vain. The Scots fell with out fight, and unrevenged, till a spiritel knight, Swinton, exclaimed aloud, O my brave countrymen! what fascination has seized you to-day, that you stand like deer to be shot, instead of indulging your ancient courage, and meeting your enemies hand to hand? Let those who will, descend with me, that we may gain victory, or life, or fall like men.' This being heard by Adam Gordon, between whom and Swinton there remained an ancient deadly feud, attended with the mutual slaughter of many followers, he instantly fell on his knees before Swinton, begged his pardon, and desired to be dubbed a knight by him whom he must now regard as the wisest and the boldest of that order in Britain. The ceremony performed, Swinton and Gordon descended the hill, accompanied only by one hundred men; and a desperate valour led the whole body to death. Had a similar spirit been shown by the Scottish army, it is probable that the event of the day would have been different. Douglas, who was certainly deficient in the most important qualities of a general, seeing his army begin to disrerse, at length attempted to descend the hill; but the English archers, retiring 3 little, sent a flight of arrows so sharp and strong, that no armour could withstand; and the Scottish leader himself, whose panoply was of remarkable temper, fell under five wounds, though not mortal. The English men-of-arms, knights, or squires, did not strike one blow, but remained spectators of the rout, which was now complete. Great numbers of the Scots were slain, and near five hundred |