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And we-behind the Chieftain's shield,
No more shall we in safety dwell;
None leads the people to the field-

And we the loud lament must swell.

makes a German use of his Scottish materials; that the le gend, as briefly told in the simple prose of his preface, is more affecting than the lofty and sonorous stanzas themselves; that the vague terror of the original dream loses, instead of gaining by the expanded elaboration of the detail. There may be something in these objections: but no man can pretend to be an impartial critic of the piece which first awoke his own childish ear to the power of poetry and the melody of verse."

"Lewis's collection produced also what Scott justly calls his first serious attempts in verse; and of these the earliest appears to have been the Glenfinlas. Here the scene is laid in the most favourite district of his favourite Perthshire Highlands; and the Gaelic tradition on which it is founded was far more likely to draw out the secret strength of his genius, as well as to arrest the feelings of his countrymen, than any subject with which the stores of German diablerie could have supplied him. It has been alleged, however, that the poet-Life of Scott, vol. ii. p. 25.



How blazed Lord Ronald's bellanc-tree.-P. 587.

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.


The seer's prophetic spirit found.-P. 587.

I can only describe the second sight, by adopting Dr. Johnson's definition, who calls it "An impression, either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant and future are perceived and seen as if they were present." To which I would only add, 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.


Will good St. Oran's rule prevail ?-P. 588.

And thrice St. Fillan's powerful prayer.-F. 58

St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, hol, fountains, &c. in Scotland. He was, according to Camerarius, an Abbot of Pittenweem, in Fife; from which situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of Glenurchy, A.D. 649. While engaged in transcribing the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth such a splendour, as to afford light to that with which he wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the convent, as St. Fillan used to spend whole nights in that exercise. The 9th of January was dedicated to this saint, who gave his name to Kilfillan, in Renfrew, and St. Phillans, or Forgend, in Fife. Lesley, lib. 7, tells us, that Robert the Bruce was possessed of Fillan's miraculous and luminous arm, which he enclosed in a silver shrine, and had it carried at the head of his army. Previous to the Battle of Bannockburn, the king's chaplain, a man of little faith, abstracted the relict, and deposited it in a place of security, lest it should fall into the hands of the English. But, lo! while Robert was addressing his prayers to the empty casket, it was observed to open and shut suddenly; and, on inspection, the saint was found to have himself deposited his arm in the shrine as an assurance of victory. Such is the tale of Lesley. But though Bruce little needed that the arm of St. Fillan should assist his own, he dedicated to him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay.

In the Scots Magazine for July, 1802, there is a copy of a very curious crown grant, dated 11th July, 1487, by which James III. confirms, to Malice Doire, an inhabitant of Strathfillan, in Perthshire, the peaceable exercise and enjoyment of a relic of St. Fillan, being apparently the head of a pastoral staff called the Quegrich, which he and his predecessors are said to have possessed since the days of Robert Bruce. As the Quegrich was used to cure diseases, this document is probably the most ancient patent ever granted for a quack medicine. The ingenious correspondent, by whom it is fu

St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columba, and was buried at Icolmkill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certain 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 elapsed; when Oran, to the horror and scan-nished, farther observes, that additional particulars, concerndal of the assistants, declared, that there was neither a God, a judgment, 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 despatch. The chapel, however, and the cemetry, was called Relig Ouran; and, in memory of his rigid celibacy, no female was permitted to pay her devotions, or be buried in that place. This is the rule alluded to in the poem.

ing St. Fillan, are to be found in BELLENDEN's Boece, Book 4, folio ccxiii., and in PENNANT'S Tour in Scotland, 1772, PP.

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The Eve of St. John.

His banner broad to rear;

SMAYLHO'ME, or Smallholm Tower, the scene of | He went not with the bold Buccleuch,
the following ballad, is situated on the northern boun-
dary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks,
called Sandiknow1-Crags, the property of Hugh Scott,
Esq. of Harden, [now Lord Polwarth.] The tower is

He went not 'gainst the English yew,
To lift the Scottish spear.


And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore;
At his saddle-gertho was a good steel sperthe,
Full ten pound weight and more.

The Baron return'd in three days space,
And his looks were sad and sour;
And weary was his courser's pace,
As he reach'd his rocky tower.

a high square building, surrounded by an outer wall, Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was
now ruinous. The circuit of the outer court, being de-
fended on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is ac-
cessible only from the west, by a steep and rocky path.
The apartments, as is usual in a Border keep, or fortress,
are placed one above another, and communicate by a
narrow stair; on the roof are two bartizans, or plat-
forms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the
tower is wood, the outer an iron gate; the distance
between them being nine feet, the thickness, namely,
of the wall. From the elevated situation of Smayl-
holme Tower, it is seen many miles in every direction.
Among the crags by which it is surrounded, one,
more eminent, is called the Watchfold, and is said to
have been the station of a beacon, in the times of
war with England. Without the tower-court is a
ruined chapel. Brotherstone is a heath, in the neigh-
bourhood of Smaylho'me Tower.

This ballad was first printed in Mr. LEWIS's Tales of Wonder. It is here published, with some additional illustrations, particularly an account of the battle of Ancram Moor; which seemed proper in a work upon Border antiquities. The catastrophe of the tale is founded upon a well-known Irish tradition. This ancient fortress and its vicinity formed the scene of the Editor's infancy, and seemed to claim from him this attempt to celebrate them in a Border tale.3


THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spurr'd his courser on,

Without stop or stay, down the rocky way,
That leads to Brotherstone.

"This place is rendered interesting to poetical readers, by its having been the residence, in early life, of Mr. Walter Scott, who has celebrated it in his Eve of St. John.' To it he probably alludes in the introduction to the third canto of Marmion.

'Then rise those crags, that mountain tower,
Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour.""
Scots Mag. March, 1809.

2 The following passage, in Dr. HENRY MORE's Appendix
to the Antidote against Atheism, relates to a similar phenome-
non:-"I confess, that the bodies of devils may not be only
warm, but sindgingly hot, as it was in him that took one of
Melancthon's relations by the hand, and so scorched her,

The farm-house in the immediate vicinity of Sn.ailholm.

He came not from where Ancram Moors
Ran red with English blood;

Where the Douglas true, and the bold Buo

'Gainst keen Lord Evers stood.

Yet was his helmet back'd and hew'd,
His acton pierced and tore,

His axe and his dagger with blood imbrued,—
But it was not English gore.

He lighted at the Chapellage,
He held him close and still;
And he whistled 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.
I think thou art true to me.

"Come, tell me all that thou hast seen,
And look thou tell me true!
Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been,
What did thy lady do?"-

that she bare the mark of it to her dying day. But the examples of cold are more frequent; as in that famous story of Cuntius, when he touched the arm of a certain woman of Pentoch, as she lay in her bed, he felt as cold as ice; and so did the spirit's claw to Anne Styles."-Ed. 1662, p. 135

3 See the Introduction to the third canto of Marmion.
"It was a barren scene, and wild,

Where naked cliffs were rudely piled;
But ever and anon between

Lay velvet tufts of softest green;

And well the lonely infant knew

Recesses where the wallflower grew," &c.-ED.

4 The plate-jack is coat-armour; the vaunt-brace, or wam brace, armour for the body: the sperthe, a battle-axe. 6 See Appendix, Note A.

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So, by the black rood-stone,' and by holy St. John, I conjure thee, my love, to be there!'

"Though the blood-hound be mute, and the rush beneath my foot,

And the warder his bugle should not blow, Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the east, And my footstep he would know.'

"O fear not the priest, who sleepeth to the east!
For to Dryburgh2 the way he has ta'en;
And there to say mass, till three days do pass,
For the soul of a knight that is slayne.'-

"He turn'd him around, and grimly he frown'd; Then he laugh'd right scornfully

'He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that knight, May as well say mass for me:

"At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have


In thy chamber will I be.'

With that he was gone, and my lady left alone, And no more did I see."

Then changed, I trow, was that bold Baron's brow,
From the dark to the blood-red high
"Now, tell me the mien of the knight thou hast seen,
For, by Mary, he shall die!"-

"His arms shone full bright, in the beacon's red light: His plume it was scarlet and blue;

On his shield was a hound, in a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew."

"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."-3

"Yet hear but my word, my noble lord!
For I heard her name his name;
And that lady bright, she called the knight
Sir Richard of Coldinghame."-

The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow,
From high blood-red to pale-

"The grave is deep and dark-and the corpse is st and stark

So I may not trust thy tale.

"Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain,

mains were ultimately represented by Sir Walter Scott, whose remains now repose in the cemetery at Dryburgh.-ED.]

8 Eildon is a high hill, terminating in three conical summits, immediately above the town of Melrose, where are the admired ruins of a magnificent monastery. Eildon-tree is said to be the spot where Thomas the Rhymer uttered his prophecies. See ante, p. 573

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Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain.

"The varying light deceived thy sight,

And the wild winds drown'd the name;

"Alas! away, away!" she cried,

"For the holy Virgin's sake!"— "Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side; But, lady, he will not awake.

For the Dryburgh bells ring, and the white monks" By Eildon-tree, for long nights three,

do sing,

For Sir Richard of Coldinghame!"

He pass'd the court-gate, and he oped the tower-gate, And he mounted the narrow stair,

To the bartizan-seat, where, with maids that on her wait, He found his lady fair.

That lady sat in mournful mood;
Look'd over hill and vale;

Over Tweed's fair flood, and Mertoun's' wood,
And all down Teviotdale.

"Now hail, now hail, thou lady bright!”— "Now hail, thou Baron true!

What news, what news, from Ancram fight? What news from the bold Buccleuch ?”—

"The Ancram Moor is red with gore, For many a southron fell;

And Buccleuch has charged us, evermore, To watch our beacons well.”—

The lady blush'd red, but nothing she said: Nor added the Baron a word:

In bloody grave have 1 lain;

The mass and the death-prayer are said for me, But, lady, they are said in vain.

"By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand,

Most foully slain, I fell;

And my restless sprite on the beacon's height, For a space is doom'd to dwell.

"At our trysting-place, for a certain space, I must wander to and fro;

But I had not had power to come to thy bowe Had'st thou not conjured me so."—

Love master'd fear-her brow she cross'd;
"How, Richard, hast thou sped?
And art thou saved, or art thou lost?"-
The vision shook his head!

"Who spilleth life, shall forfeit life; So bid thy lord believe:

That lawless love is guilt above,

This awful sign receive."

Then she stepp'd down the stair to her chamber fair, He laid his left palm on an oaken beam;
And so did her moody lord.

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His right upon her hand; The lady shrunk, and fainting sunk,

For it scorch'd like a fiery brand.

The sable score, of fingers four,
Remains on that board impress'd;
And for evermore that lady wore
A covering on her wrist.

There is a nun in Dryburgh bower,
Ne'er looks upon the sun;
There is a monk in Melrose tower,

He speaketh word to none.

That nun, who ne'er beholds the day," That monk, who speaks to noneThat nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay, That monk the bold Baron.

1 Mertoun is the beautiful seat of Lord Polwarth.
Trysting-place-Place of rendezvous.
See Appendix, Note B.

The next of these compositions was, I believe, the Eve of St. John, in which Scott repeoples the tower of Smailholm, the awe-inspiring haunt of his infancy; and here he touches, for the first time, the one superstition which can still be appealed to with full and perfect effect; the only one which lingers in minds long since weaned from all sympathy with the machinery of witches and goblins. And surely this mys

tery was never touched with more thrilling skill than in that noble ballad. It is the first of his original pieces, too, in which he uses the measure of his own favourite Minstrels; a measure which the monotony of mediocrity had long and suc cessfully been labouring to degrade, but in itself adequate to the expression of the highest thoughts, as well as the gentlest emotions; and capable, in fit hands, of as rich a variety of music as any other of modern times. This was written at Mertoun-house in the autumn of 1799."-Life of Scott, vol. i. p. 26. See ante, p. 566.

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For these services Sir Ralph Evers was made a Lord of Parliament. See a strain of exulting congratulation upon his promotion poured forth by some contemporary minstrel, in vol. i. p. 417.

The King of England had promised to these two barons a feudal grant of the country, which they had thus reduced to a desert; upon hearing which, Archibald Douglas, the seventh Earl of Angus, is said to have sworn to write the deed of investiture upon their skins, with sharp pens and bloody ink, in resentment for their having defaced the tombs of his ancestors at Melrose.-Godscroft. In 1545, Lord Evers and Latoun again entered Scotland, with an army consisting of 3000 mercenaries, 1500 English Borderers, and 700 assured Scottish men, chiefly Armstrongs, Turnbulls, and other broken clans. In this second incursion, the English generals even exceeded their former cruelty. Evers 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 pillaged. As they returned towards Jedburgh, they were followed by Angus at the head of 1000 horse, who was shortly after joined by the famous Norman Lesley, with a body of Fife-men. The English, being probably unwilling to cross the Teviot while the Scots hung upon their rear, halted upon Ancram Moor, above the village of that name; and the Scottish general was deliberating whether to advance or retire, when Sir Walter Scott, of Buccleuch, came up at full speed with a small but chosen body of his retainers, the rest of whom were near at hand. By the advice of this experienced

warrior (to whose conduct Pitscottie and Buchanan ascribe the success of the engagement), Angus withdrew from the height which he occupied, and drew up his forces behind it, upon a piece of low flat ground, called Panier-heugh, or Paniel-heugh. The spare horses being sent to an eminence in their rear, appeared to the English to be the main body of the Scots in the act of flight. Under this persuasion, Evers and Latoun hurried precipitately forward, and having ascended the hill, which their foes had abandoned, were no less dismayed than astonished to find the phalanx of Scottish spearmen drawn up, in firm array upon the flat ground below. The Scots in their turn became the assailants. A heron, roused from the marshes by the tumult, soared away betwixt the encountering armies: "O!" exclaimed Angus, "that I had here my white goss-hawk, that we might all yoke at once!"-Godscroft. The English, breathless and fatigued, having the setting sun and wind full in their faces, were unable to withstand the resolute and desperate charge of the Scottish lances. No sooner had they begun to waver, than their own allies, the assured Borderers, who had been waiting the event, threw aside their red crosses, and, joining their countrymen, made a most merciless slaughter among the English fugitives, the pursuers calling upon each other to "remember Broomhouse!"-LESLEY, p. 478.

In the battle fell Lord Evers, and his son, together with Sir Brian Latoun, and 800 Englishmen, many of whom were persons of rank. A thousand prisoners were taken. Among these was a patriotic alderman of London, Read by name, who, having contumaciously refused to pay his portion of a benevolence, demanded from the city by Henry VIII., was sent by royal authority to serve against the Scots. These, at settling his ransom, he found still more exorbitant in their exactions than the monarch.-REDPATH'S Border History, p. 563.

Evers was much regretted by King Henry, who swore to avenge his death upon Angus, against whom he conceived himself to have particular grounds of resentment, on account of favours received by the earl at his hands. The answer of Angus was worthy of a Douglas: "Is our brother-in-law offended," said he, "that I, as a good Scotsman, have avenged my ravaged country, and the defaced tombs of my ancestors, upon Ralph Evers? They were better men than he, and I was bound to do no less-and will he take my life for that? Little knows King Henry the skirts of Kirnetable :3 I can keep myself there against all his English host."-GODSCROFT.

Such was the noted battle of Ancram Moor. The spot, on which it was fought, is called Lilyard's Edge, from an Amazonian Scottish woman of that name, who is reported, by tradition, to have distinguished herself in the same manner as Squire Witherington. The old people point out her monument, now broken and defaced. The inscription is said to have been legible within this century, and to have run thus:

1 The Editor has found no instance upon record, of this family having taken assurance with England. Hence, they usually suffered dreadfully from the English forays. In August 1544, (the year preceding the battle, the whole lands belonging to Buccleuch, in West Teviotdale, were harried by Evers; the outworks, or barmkin, of the tower of Branxholm burned; eight Scotts slain, thirty made prisoners, and an immense prey of horses, cattle, and sheep, carried off. The lands upon Kale Water, belonging to the same chieftain, were also plundered, and much spoil obtained; 30 Scotts slain, and the Moss Tower (a fortress near Eckford) smoke Lery sore: Thus

Buccleuch had a long account to settle at Ancram Moor.MURDIN'S State Papers, pp. 45, 46.

2 Angus had married the widow of James IV., sister to King Henry VIII.

3 Kirnetable, now called Cairntable, is a mountainous tract at the head of Douglasdale. [See Notes to Castle Dangerous Waverley Novels, vol. xlvii.]

4 See Chevy Chase.

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