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Say to our faithful Lord of Mar,
We do forbid the intended war:
Roderick, this morn, in single fight,
Was made our prisoner by a knight;
And Douglas hath himself and cause
Submitted to our kingdom's laws.
The tidings of their leaders lost
Will soon dissolve the mountain host,
Nor would we that the vulgar feel,
For their Chief's crimes, avenging steel.
Bear Mar our message, Braco: fly!".
He turn'd his steed," My liege, I hie,-
Yet, ere I cross this lily lawn,

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I fear the broadswords will be drawn."
The turf the flying courser spurn'd,
And to his towers the King return'd.

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XXXIII.

Ill with King James's mood that day,
Suited gay feast and minstrel lay;
Soon were dismiss'd the courtly throng,
And soon cut short the festal song.
Nor less upon the sadden'd town
The evening sunk in sorrow down.
The burghers spoke of civil jar,
Of rumor'd feuds and mountain war,
Of Moray, Mar, and Roderick Dhu,
All up in arms :— the Douglas too,
They mourn'd him pent within the hold,
"Where stout Earl William 1 was of old."-
And there his word the speaker stayed,
And finger on his lip he laid,

Or pointed to his dagger blade.

1 The Douglas who was stabbed by James II.

But jaded horsemen, from the west,
At evening to the Castle press'd;
And busy talkers said they bore
Tidings of fight on Katrine's shore;
At noon the deadly fray begun,
And lasted till the set of sun.

Thus giddy rumor shook the town,

Till closed the Night her pennons brown.

CANTO SIXTH.

THE GUARD ROOM.

THE

I.

HE sun, awakening, through the smoky air
Of the dark city casts a sullen glance,
Rousing each caitiff to his task of care,
Of sinful man the sad inheritance;
Summoning revelers from the lagging dance,
Scaring the prowling robber to his den;
Gilding on battled tower the warder's lance,

And warning student pale to leave his pen,
And yield his drowsy eyes to the kind nurse of men.

What various scenes, and, oh! what scenes of woe,
Are witness'd by that red and struggling beam!
The fever'd patient, from his pallet low,

Through crowded hospital beholds its stream;

The ruin'd maiden trembles at its gleam,

The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail, The lovelorn wretch starts from tormenting dream; The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale,

Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble wail.

1 Wretched, unfortunate man.

II.

At dawn the towers of Stirling rang
With soldier step and weapon clang,
While drums, with rolling note, foretell
Relief to weary sentinel.

Through narrow loop and casement barr'd,
The sunbeams sought the Court of Guard,
And, struggling with the smoky air,
Deaden'd the torches' yellow glare.
In comfortless alliance shone

The lights through arch of blacken'd stone,
And show'd wild shapes in garb of war,
Faces deform'd with beard and scar,
All haggard from the midnight watch,
And fever'd with the stern debauch;
For the oak table's massive board,
Flooded with wine, with fragments stored,
And beakers drain'd, and cups o'erthrown,
Show'd in what sport the night had flown.
Some, weary, snored on floor and bench;
Some labor'd still their thirst to quench;
Some, chill'd with watching, spread their hands
O'er the huge chimney's dying brands,
While round them, or beside them flung,
At every step their harness 1 rung.

III.

These drew not for their fields the sword,

Like tenants of a feudal lord,

Nor own'd the patriarchal claim

Of Chieftain in their leader's name;

Adventurers 2 they, from far who roved,

1 Armor and other accouterments of war.

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James V. was the first to increase the army furnished by the nobles and their vassals by the addition of a small number of mercenaries.

To live by battle which they loved.
There the Italian's clouded face,

The swarthy Spaniard's there you trace;
The mountain-loving Switzer1 there

More freely breathed in mountain air;

The Fleming there despised the soil,

That paid so ill the laborer's toil;

Their rolls show'd French and German name;
And merry England's exiles came,
To share, with ill-conceal'd disdain,
Of Scotland's pay the scanty gain.

All brave in arms, well train'd to wield
The heavy halberd, brand, and shield;
In camps licentious, wild, and bold;
In pillage fierce and uncontroll'd;
And now, by holytide 3 and feast,
From rules of discipline released.

IV.

They held debate of bloody fray,
Fought 'twixt Loch Katrine and Achray.

Fierce was their speech, and, 'mid their words,

Their hands oft grappled to their swords;

Nor sunk their tone to spare the ear
Of wounded comrades groaning near,
Whose mangled limbs, and bodies gored,
Bore token of the mountain sword,

Though, neighboring to the Court of Guard,
Their prayers and feverish wails were heard;
Sad burden to the ruffian joke,

And savage oath by fury spoke!

At length up started John of Brent,

1 A native of Switzerland.

2 An inhabitant of Flanders, as Belgium was then called.

3 Holiday.

A yeoman from the banks of Trent;
A stranger to respect or fear,
In peace a chaser1 of the deer,
In host 2 a hardy mutineer,
But still the boldest of the crew,

When deed of danger was to do.

He grieved, that day, their games cut short,
And marr'd the dicer's brawling sport,
And shouted loud, “Renew the bowl!
And, while a merry catch I troll,

Let each the buxom chorus bear,
Like brethren of the brand and spear."

V.

SOLDIER'S SONG.

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule 3

4

Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl,

That there's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,5

And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;

Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
Drink upsees out,7 and a fig for the vicar!

Our vicar he calls it damnation to sip
The ripe ruddy dew of a woman's dear lip,

Says, that Beelzebub 8 lurks in her kerchief so sly,

And Apollyon 8 shoots darts from her merry black eye;

Yet whoop, Jack! kiss Gillian the quicker,

Till she bloom like a rose, and a fig for the vicar!

Our vicar thus preaches

and why should he not?

For the dues of his cure are the placket and pot;'

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,་་ Upsees out," i.e., in the Dutch fashion, or deeply.

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8 Name for Satan.

9" Placket and pot," i.e., women and wine.

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