The wild-buck ben from ferny braked W
The cost lives merry on the Tikepdo odT
The saddest heart might pleasure takéT
700 10¶

I

To see all nature, 197 9
But Julife is to our Sovereign Wearyah odT
The heaviest month th all the year I
Too well His use of grief you knowW
June saw his father's overthrow.979 baA
Woe to the traitors who could bring worA
The pincel boyagainas King T 911T
Still in his conscience Barns the sting T
In offices is strict as Leht 19dt en oot I
King James's June isteret spent.basìmobe&
foì amnodane od 519dw gaidotsw esW
guimoly tusmos XVliste odt dyordT
"Wheat last this truthful>month was comed
And in Linlithgowls holy dome b'1992 I

66

The King,asɗyouth was prayingʼn b'qqst2

slide swtenis diwawag s 5 ot 'I am glad of opportunity to describe theory of the deer by another word than brguing, although the latter has been canc tified by the use of the Scottish metrical translation of the Psalmis. Belt seems to be an abbreviation of bellow! The sylvan sound conveyed Heat delight to our ancestors, etby I kuppose, from associationAbgentle knight in theseign of Henry VIII., Sir Thomas Wortley, built Wantley Lodge in Wandliffe Forest, for the pleasure as an ancient inscription testifies of “listening to the hart's bell.”

go quibily vlotste o2 The rebellion against James III. was signalized by the cruel circumstance of his son's presence in the hostile trmy!When the King saw his own banter displayed against kim, and his son in the faction of his enemies, he lost the little courage he had queb poissessed fled out of the field, fell from his horse, as it started at a woman and water-pitcher, and was glain,, it is not wilbmalderstood dty whom, James JV, after the battle, passed to Stidig and bearing the monks of the chapel-royal deploring

While, for his royal father's soul,

The chanters sung, the bells did toll,
The Bishop mass was saying-

For now the year brought round again
The day the luckless King was slain-
In Katharine's aisle the Monarch knelt,
With sackcloth-shirt, and iron belt,

And eyes with sorrow streaming;
Around him in their stalls of state,
The Thistle's Knight-Companions sate,
Their banners o'er them beaming.
I too was there, and, sooth to tell,
Bedeafen'd with the jangling knell,
Was watching where the sunbeams fell,
Through the stain'd casement gleaming;
But, while I mark'd what next befell,
It seem'd as I were dreaming.

Stepp'd from the crowd a ghostly wight,
In azure gown, with cincture white;
His forehead bald, his head was bare,
Down hung at length his yellow hair.-
Now, mock me not, when, good my Lord,
I pledge to you my knightly word,
That, when I saw his placid grace,
His simple majesty of face,

His solemn bearing, and his pace
So stately gliding on,—
Seem'd to me ne'er did limner paint
So just an image of the Saint,

the death of his father, their founder, he was seized with deep remorse, which manifested itself in severe penances. See a following Note on stanza ix. of canto v. The battle of Sauchieburn, in which James III. fell, was fought 18th June, 1488.

Who propp'd the Virgin bin her faint
The loved Apostle John! aloqa noт& edT

9016) Vlad I gaorta o2

"He stepp'd before the Monarch's Chair T And stood with rustic lammes there blo

And Ketlé Peverentemaadiz aysb 997dt bпA Nor head, nor Body Bow'anar bent, jud as W But on the deshis arm he leant; ad I tu¶ Aha WordsKke Illese Helaiad doum tedW In a lokioiee,but nevertone So thrill'd through vein, and Werve, and Bohe 'My mother sent me from afarte fod y dud Sir Kind win thee not to wrong doid W Woe waits on tihe arrayib od nov If war thou wilt of womans fair, zobaid oT Her witching lend wanton snare, 9dT James Stuart, doubly Wath'a, beware!D JA God keep thee as he may to idуwoń The wondering Monarch seem'a to seek baA am99 For answer, and found hoffe edguod edT am99For none;dgodt And when he raised his head to speak! оT

The monitor was gone. The Marshal, and myself had cast",aisv_al“ To stop him, as he outward passidiad M But, lighter than, the whirlwind's blaste

He vanish'd from our eyesliwiodł yd ‚bɑ▲ Like sunbeam on the billow cast trood y M That glances but, and dies" od zoW 9102 02

obor I XVIIIbas beste you loot I Whilelobindesay gold his marvel strange,,ba▲ The btwilight wasusoppabe,9dt b'd o He markeddob Marchion'sseblour change,odT While listening to the talebos batled bɑA

But, after a suspended pause,

The Baron spoke:-"Of Nature's laws
So strong I held the force,

That never superhuman cause

Could e'er control their course;

And, three days since, had judged your aim
Was but to make your guest your game.
But I have seen, since past the Tweed,
What much has changed my sceptic creed,
And made me credit aught."— He staid,
And seem'd to wish his words unsaid:
But, by that strong emotion press'd,
Which prompts us to unload our breast,
Even when discovery 's pain,

To Lindesay did at length unfold
The tale his village host had told,
At Gifford, to his train.

Nought of the Palmer says he there,
And nought of Constance, or of Clare;
The thoughts, which broke his sleep, he seems
To mention but as feverish dreams.

XIX.

"In vain," said he, "to rest I spread
My burning limbs, and couch'd my head:
Fantastic thoughts return'd;

And, by their wild dominion led,

My heart within me burn'd.

So sore was the delirious goad,

I took my steed, and forth I rode,

And, as the moon shone bright and cold,
Soon reach'd the camp upon the wold.
The southern entrance I pass'd through,
And halted, and my bugle blew.

Methought an answer met my ear,
Yet was the blast so low and drear,
So hollow, and so faintly blown,
It might be echo of my own.

XX.

"Thus judging, for a little space
I listen'd, ere I left the place;

But scarce could trust my eyes,
Nor yet can think they served me true,
When sudden in the ring I view,
In form distinct of shape and hue,
A mounted champion risc.-
I've fought, Lord-Lion, many a day,
In single fight, and mix'd affray,
And ever, I myself may say,

Have borne me as a knight;
But when this unexpected foe
Seem'd starting from the gulf below, -
I care not though the truth I show,-
I trembled with affright;

And as I placed in rest my spear,
My hand so shook for very fear,
I scarce could couch it right.

XXI.

"Why need my tongue the issue tell?
We ran our course,- -my charger fell;
What could he 'gainst the shock of hell? -
I roll'd upon the plain.

High o'er my head, with threatening hand,
The spectre shook his naked brand,-

Yet did the worst remain: