He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, IX By a steel-clenched postern door, On pillars, lofty, and light, and small; The corbels were carved grotesque and grim; X Full many a scutcheon and banner, riven, O gallant Chief of Otterburne," And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale !▾ O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid! ΧΙ The moon on the east oriel shone," Through slender shafts of shapely stone, The projections from which the arches spring, usually cut in a fantastic face, or mask. "The famous and desperate battle of Otterburne was fought 15th August, 1388, betwixt Henry Percy, called Hotspur, and James ear of Douglas. Both these renowned champions were at the head of a chosen body of troops, and were rivals in military fame. The issue of the conflict is well known: Percy was made prisoner, and the Scots won the day, dearly purchased by the death of their gallant general, the earl of Douglas, who was slain in the action. He was buried at Melrose, beneath the high altar. ▾ William Douglas, called the knight of Liddesdale, flourished during the reign of David II., and was so distinguished for his valour, that he was called the Flower of Chivalry. Nevertheless, he tarnished his renown by the cruel murder of Sir Alexander Ramsay of Dalhousie, originally his friend and brother in arms. The king had conferred apon Ramsay the sheriffdom of Teviotdale, to which Douglas pretended some claim. In revenge of this preference, the knight of Liddesdale came down upon Ramsay, while he was administering justice at Hawick, seized, and carried him off to his remote and inaccessible castle of Hermitage, where he threw his unfortunate prisoner into a dungeon, and left him to perish of hunger. So weak was the royal authority, that David, though highly incensed at this atrocious murder, found himself obliged to appoint the knight of Liddesdale successor to his victim as sheriff of Teviotdale. He was soon after slain, while hunting in Ettricke Forest, by his own godson and chieftain, William earl of Douglas. w It is impossible to conceive a more beautiful specimen of the By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand, In many a freakish knot, had twined; And trampled the Apostate's pride. XII They sate them down on a marble stone,* And fought beneath the Cross of God; Now, strange to my eyes thine arms appear, XIII "In these far climes, it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott;" That when, in Salamanca's cave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame! lightness and elegance of Gothic architecture, when in purity, than the eastern window of Melrose Abbey. A large marble stone, in the chancel of Melrose, is pointed out as the monument of Alexander II., one of the greatest of the early kings of Scotland; others say, it is the resting-place of Waldeve, one of the early abbots, who died in the odour of sanctity. y Sir Michael Scott of Balwearie flourished during the thirteenth century, and was one of the ambassadors sent to bring the fair maid of Norway to Scotland, upon the death of Alexander III., 1290. By apoetical anachronism, he is here placed in a later era. He wrote several works upon the abstruse sciences, and passed among his contemporaries for a skilful magician. His memory survives in many a legend, and in the south of Scotland, any work of great labour and antiquity is ascribed, either to the agency of Auld Michael, of Sir William Wallace, or of the devil. Tradition varies as to the place of his burial, but all agree that his books of magic were interred in his grave, or preserved in the convent where he died. z Spain, from the reliques, doubtless, of Arabian learning and superstition, was accounted a favourite residence of magicians. Pope Sylvester, who actually imported from Spain the use of the Arabian numerals, was supposed to have learned in that country the magic for which he was stigmatized by the ignorance of his age. c And, Warrior, I could say to thee The words, that cleft Eildon a hills in three, And for having but thought them my heart within, XIV "When Michael lay on his dying bed, He bethought him of his sinful deed, That he spoke to me, on death-bed laid; XV "I swore to bury his Mighty Book, I buried him on St. Michael's night, When the bell tolled one and the moon was bright; And I dug his chamber among the dead, When the floor of the chancel was stained red. XVI "It was a night of woe and dread, Strange sounds along the chancel passed, Still spoke the Monk, when the bell tolled one! Than William of Deloraine, good at need, Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread, XVII "Lo, Warrior! now, the Cross of Red a Michael Scott was, once upon a time, much embarrassed by a spirit, for whom he was under the necessity of finding constant employment. He commanded him to build a cauld, or dam-head, across the Tweed at Kelso: it was accomplished in one night. Michael next ordered that Eildon Hill, which was then a uniform cone, should be divided Within it burns a wondrous light, To chase the spirits that love the night: Slow moved the Monk to the broad flag-stone, He pointed to a secret nook; An iron bar the warrior took: And the Monk made a sign with his withered hand, XVIII With beating heart to the task he went; Till the toil-drops fell from his brows, like rain. That he moved the massy stone at length. Showed the Monk's cowl, and visage pale, XIX Before their eyes the Wizard lay, The lamp was placed beside his knee: High and majestic was his look, At which the fellest fiends had shook, into three. Another night was sufficient to part its summit into the three picturesque peaks which it now bears. b Baptista Porta, and other authors who treat of natural magic, talk much of eternal lamps, which they pretend to have been found burning in ancient sepulchres. e The amice or amite is the first of the sacerdotal vestments. It is, says Mr. Way, a piece of fine linen, of an oblong square form, which was formerly worn on the head until the priest arrived before the altar, and then thrown back upon the shoulders.-Halliwell, Arch. Dict. d A belt, girdle, or sash of various kinds.-Halliwell. And all unruffled was his face :- XX Often had William of Deloraine And the priest prayed fervently, and loud: He might not endure the sight to see, Of the man he had loved so brotherly. XXI And when the priest his death-prayer had prayed, 66 Now, speed thee what thou hast to do, Or, Warrior, we may dearly rue; For those, thou mayst not look upon, Are gathering fast round the yawning stone!" From the cold hand the Mighty Book, With iron clasped, and with iron bound: He thought, as he took it, the dead man frowned; Perchance, had dazzled the warrior's sight. XXII When the huge stone sunk o'er the tomb, The night returned in double gloom; For the moon had gone down, and the stars were few; And, as the Knight and Priest withdrew, With wavering steps and dizzy brain, They hardly might the postern gain. "Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Because these spells were brought to-day. XXIII "Now, hie thee hence," the Father said, O may our dear Ladye, and sweet St. John, |