XXVII. "Let pass," quoth Marmion; "by my fay soundly but when I am at sermon or prayers: Let us therefore begin, you and I, the seven penitential psalms, to try whether you shall not quickly fall asleep.' The conceit pleased Gargantua very well; and, beginning the first of these psalms, as soon as they came to Beati quorum, they fell asleep, both the one and the other." A Palmer, opposed to a Pilgrim, was one who made it his sole business to visit different holy shrines; travelling incessantly, and subsisting by charity: whereas the Pilgrim retired to his usual home and occupations, when he had paid his devotions at the particular spot which was the object of his pilgrimage. The Palmers seem to have been the Quæstionarii of the ancient Scottish canons 1242 and 1296. There is in the Bannatyne MS. a burlesque account of two such persons, entitled, “ Simmy and his Brother." Their accoutrements are thus ludicrously described, (I discard the ancient spelling)— "Syne shaped them up, to loup on leas, Two tabards of the tartan; They counted nought what their clouts were Syne clampit up St. Peter's keys, Made of an old red gartane; St. James's shells, on t'other side, shows As pretty as a partane Toe, On Symmye and his brother." On his broad shoulders wrought; The scallop shell his cap did deck; The crucifix around his neck Was from Loretto brought; His sandals were with travel tore, When as the Palmer came in hall, Or look'd more high and keen; For no saluting did he wait, But strode across the hall of state, And fronted Marmion where he sate, But his gaunt frame was worn with toil; His eye look'd haggard wild: Poor wretch! the mother that him bare, Soon change the form that best we know- And blanch at once the hair; Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want can quench the eye's bright grace, Nor does old age a wrinkle trace More deeply than despair. VOL. II.-6 Happy whom none of these befall, XXIX. Lord Marmion then his boon did ask ; 1 St. Regulus, (Scotticé, St. Rule,) a monk of Patræ, in Achaia, warned by a vision, is said, A. D. 370, to have sailed westward, until he landed at St. Andrews, in Scotland, where he founded a chapel and tower. The latter is still standing; and, though we may doubt the precise date of its foundation, is certainly one of the most ancient edifices in Scotland. A cave, nearly fronting the ruinous castle of the Archbishops of St. Andrews, bears the name of this religious person. It is difficult of access; and the rock in which it is hewed is washed by the German Ocean. It is nearly round, about ten feet in diameter, and the same in height. On one side is a sort of stone altar; on the other an aperture into an inner den, where the miserable ascetic, who inhabited this dwelling, probably slept. At full tide, egress and regress are hardly practicable. As Regulus first colonized the metropolitan see of Scotland, and converted the inhabitants in the vicinity, he has some reason to complain, that the ancient name of Killrule (Cella Reguli) should have been superseded, even in favour of the tutelar saint of Scotland. The reason of the change was, that St. Rule is said to have brought to Scotland the relics of Saint Andrew. Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed well, Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel, Saint Mary grant, that cave or spring XXX. And now the midnight draught of sleep, Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest, Alone the palmer pass'd it by, Though Selby press'd him courteously. 1 St. Fillan was a Scottish saint of some reputation. Although Popery is, with us, matter of abomination, yet the common people still retain some of the superstitions connected with it. There are in Perthshire several wells and springs dedicated to St. Fillan, which are still places of pilgrimage and offerings, even among the Protestants. They are held powerful in cases of madness; and, in some of very late occurrence, lunatics have been left all night bound to the holy stone, in confidence that the saint would cure and unloose them before morning. ૨ 1 XXXI. With early dawn Lord Marmion rose: And knight and squire had broke their fast, Lord Marmion's bugles blew to horse: No point of courtesy was lost; High thanks were by Lord Marmion paid, Till they roll'd forth upon the air, Which gave again the prospect fair. "["In Catholic countries, in order to reconcile the pleasures of the great with the observances of religion, it was common, when a party was bent for the chase, to celebrate mass, abridged and maimed of its rites, called a hunting-mass, the brevity of which was designed to correspond with the impatience of the audience." - Note to "The Abbot." New Edit.] |