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"Glencairn and stout Parkhead were nigh,
Proud Murray's plumage floated high;
So close the minions crowded nigh.
Dark rolling, glanced the ranks along,
A passing shade of doubt and awe;
Rings on the ground, to rise no more.
The wolf, by whom his infant fell!
To see in dust proud Murray roll;
To hear him groan his felon soul.
With pride her bleeding victim saw;
w The earl of Glencairn was a steady adherent of the regent. George Douglas of Parkhead was a natural brother of the earl of Morton, whose horse was killed by the same ball by which Murray fell.
* Lord Lindsay, of the Byres, was the most ferocious and brutal of the regent's faction, and, as such, was employed to extort Mary's signature to the deed of resignation presented to her in Lochleven Castle. He discharged his commission with the most savage rigour; and it is even said, that when the weeping captive, in the act of signing, averted her eyes from the fatal deed, he pinched her arm with the grasp of his iron glove.
y Not only had the regent notice of the intended attempt upon his life, but even of the very house from which it was threatened. With that infatuation at which men wonder after such events have happened, he deemed it would be a sufficient precaution to ride briskly past the dangerous spot. But even this was prevented by the crowd: so that Bothwellhaugh had time to take a deliberate aim.-Spottiswoode, p. 233. Buchunun.
"Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault!
Loud bugles join their wild acclaim-
The glimmering spears are seen no more;
Or sink in Evan's lonely roar.
For the loud bugle, pealing high,
The bannered towers of Evandale.
For chiefs, intent on bloody deed,
And Vengeance, shouting o'er the slain,
And long may Peace and Pleasure own
On the fair banks of Evandale !
THE GREY BROTHER.
THE tradition, upon which the tale is founded, regards a house upon the barony of Gilmerton, near Lasswade, in MidLothian. This building, now called Gilmerton Grange, was formerly named Burndale, from the following tragic adventure:-The barony of Gilmerton belonged, of yore, to a gentleman named Heron, who had one beautiful daughter. This young lady was seduced by the abbot of Newbottle, a richly-endowed abbey, upon the banks of the South Eske, now a seat of the marquis of Lothian. Heron came to the knowledge of this circumstance, and learned, also, that the lovers carried on their guilty intercourse by the contrivance of the lady's nurse, who lived at this house of Gilmerton Grange, or Burndale. He formed a resolution of bloody vengeance, undeterred by the supposed sanctity of the clerical character, or by the stronger claims of natural affection. Choosing, therefore, a dark and windy night, when the objects of his vengeance were engaged in a stolen interview, he set fire to a stack of dried thorns and other combus
tibles, which he had caused to be piled against the house, and reduced to a pile of glowing ashes the dwelling, with all its inmates.
The scene with which the ballad opens, was suggested by a curious passage in the life of Alexander Peden, one of the wandering and persecuted teachers of the sect of Cameronians, during the reign of Charles II. and that of his successor James II.
THE Pope he was saying the high, high mass,
All on Saint Peter's day,
With the power to him given, by the saints in heaven,
The Pope he was saying the blessed mass,
And from each man's soul his sins did pass,
And all among the crowded throng,
At the holiest word, he quivered for fear,
And, when he would the chalice rear,
"The breath of one, of evil deed,
66 A being, whom no blessed word
"Up, up, unhappy! haste, arise!
I charge thee not to stop my voice,
Amid them all a Pilgrim kneeled,
For forty days and nights so drear,
Amid the penitential flock,
Seemed none more bent to pray;
But, when the Holy Father spoke,
His weary course he drew,
His unblessed feet his native seat,
And lords to meet the Pilgrim came,
And boldly for his country, still,
Aye, e'en when, on the banks of Till,
Sweet are the paths, O, passing sweet!
There the rapt poet's step may rove,
From that fair dome, where suit is paid
To Auchendinny's a hazel glade,
And haunted Woodhouselee.
Who knows not Melville's beechy grove,
The barony of Pennycuik is held by a singular tenure; the proprietor being bound to sit upon a large rocky fragment, called the Buckstane, and wind three blasts of a horn, when the king shall come to hunt on the Borough Muir, near Edinburgh. Hence the family have adopted as their crest a demi-forester proper, winding a horn, with the motto, Free for a Blast. The beautiful mansion-house of Pennycuik is much admired, both on account of the architecture and surrounding scenery.
a Auchendinny, situated upon the Eske, below Pennycuik, sometime the residence of the ingenious H. Mackenzie, esq., author of the "Man of Feeling," &c.
b Melville Castle is delightfully situated upon the Eske, near Lasswade. It gave the title of viscount to Lord Melville.
c The ruins of Roslin Castle, the baronial residence of the ancient family of St. Clair, the Gothic chapel, which is still in beautiful preservation, with the romantic and woody dell in which they are situated, belong to the right honourable the earl of Rosslyn, the representative of the former lords of Roslin.
Dalkeith, which all the virtues love,
Yet never a path, from day to day,
To Burndale's ruined Grange.
A woeful place was that, I ween,
For, nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall,
It fell upon a summer's eve,
While on Carnethy's head,
The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams
And the convent bell did vespers tell,
And mingled with the solemn knell
The heavy knell, the choir's faint swell,
Deep sunk in thought, I ween he was,
Until he came to that dreary place,
He gazed on the walls, so scathed with fire,
And there was aware of a Grey Friar,
"Now, Christ thee save!" said the Grey Brother;
But in sore amaze did Lord Albert gaze,
Nor answer again made he.
"O come ye from east, or come ye from west,
The village and castle of Dalkeith belonged, of old, to the famous earl of Morton, but is now the residence of the noble family of Buccleuch. The park extends along the Eske, which is there joined by its sister stream of the same name.
e Hawthornden, the residence of the poet Drummond. Here Drum. mond received Ben Jonson, who journeyed from London on foot in order to visit him. The beauty of this striking scene has been much injured of late years, by the indiscriminate use of the axe. Upon the whole, tracing the Eske from its source till it joins the sea at Musselburgh, no stream in Scotland can boast such a varied succession of the most interesting objects, as well as of the most romantic and beautiful scenery.