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reputation of the romance of “Sir Tristrem," that few were thought capable of reciting it after the manner of the author.
The following attempt to commemorate the Rhymer's poetical fame, and the traditional account of his marvellous return to Fairy Land, being entirely modern, would have been placed with greater propriety among the class of Modern Ballads, had it not been for its immediate connection with the first and second parts of the same story.
WHEN seven years more had come and gone,
Was war through Scotland spread,
His beacon blazing red.
Pitched palliouns' took their room,
Glanced gaily through the broom.
Resounds the ensenzie; w
To distant Torwoodlee.
In Learmont's high and ancient hall;
And ladies, laced in pall.
The music nor the tale,
Nor mantling quaighs of ale.
When as the feast was done;
The elfin barp he won.)
And harpers for envy pale;
And hearkened to the tale.
The prophet poured along;
w War-cry, or gathering-word. * Wooden cups, composed of staves hooped together.
Yet fragments of the lofty strain
Float down the tide of years,
A parted wreck appears.
The warrior of the lake;
And bled for ladies' sake.
The notes melodious swell;
The knight of Lionelle.
A venomed wound he bore;
Upon the Irish shore.
No medicine could be found,
Had probed the rankling wound.
She bore the leech's part;
He paid her with his heart.
For, doomed in evil tide,
His cowardly uncle's bride.
In fairy tissuo wove;
In gay confusion strove.
High reared its glittering head;
In all its wonders spread. Brangwain was there, and Segramore,
And fiend-born Merlin's gramarye ;
O who could sing but he ?
In changeful passion led,
O’er Tristrem's dying bed.
With agony his heart is wrung:
O where is Isolde's lilye hand,
And where her soothing tongue ?
Can lovers' footsteps fly:
To see her Tristrem die.
Joined in a kiss his parting breath :
United are in death.
Died slowly on the ear;
For still they seemed to hear.
Nor ladies heaved alone the sigh;
Did many a gauntlet dry. On Leader's stream, and Learmont's tower,
The mists of evening close; In camp, in castle, or in bower
Each warrior sought repose. Lord Douglas in his lofty tent,
Dreamed o'er the woeful tale; When footsteps light, across the bent,
The warrior's ears assail.
Arise, my page, arise !
Dare step where Douglas lies ? ”
A selcouth y sight they see-
As white as snow on Fairnalie.
They stately move and slow;
Who marvel as they go.
As fast as page might run;
And soon his clothes did on,
Never a word he spake but three ;
"My sand is run; my thread is spun; This sign regardeth me."
The elfin harp his neck around,
Then forth he went; yet turned him oft
On the grey tower, in lustre soft,
And Leader's waves, like silver sheen,
"Farewell, my father's ancient tower! A long farewell," said he :
The scene of pleasure, pomp, or power,
"To Learmont's name no foot of earth
And on thy hospitable hearth
The hart and hind approached the place,
And there, before Lord Douglas' face,
Lord Douglas leaped on his berry-brown steed, And spurred him the Leader o'er;
But, though he rode with lightning speed,
Some said to hill, and some to glen,
Their wondrous course had been; But ne'er in haunts of living men
Again was Thomas seen.
OF THE ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS. Thr following War-song was written during the apprehension of an invasion. T'he corps of volunteers, to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the Hon. Lieutenant-Colonel Dundas. The noble and constitutional measure of arming freemen in defence of their own rights, was nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3,000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus: “ Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et posteros cogitate.”
To horse! to horse! the standard flies,
The bugles sound the call;
Arouse ye, one and all !
A band of brothers true;
We boast the red and blue.
Dull Holland's tardy train;
And, foaming, gnaw the chain;
Their brethren'sa murder gave,
Sought freedom in the grave ! · The Royal colours.
a The allusion is to the massacre of the Swiss guards, on the fatal 10th of August, 1792. It is painful, but not useless, to remark, that the passive temper with which the Swiss regarded the death of their bravest countrymen, mercilessly slaughtered in discharge of their duty, encouraged and authorized the progressive injustice by which the Alps, once the seat of the most virtuous and free people on the Continent, were, at length, converted into the citadel of a foreign and military despot. A state degraded is half enslaved.