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His summer couch by greenwood tree,
His rustic kirn's? loud revelry,
His native hill-notes, tuned on high,
To Marion of the blithesome eye;?
His crook, his scrip, his oaten reed,
And all Arcadia's golden creed?

1 Nor, though it wake thy sorrow, deem

My verse intrudes on this sad theme;
For sacred was the pen that wrote,
“ Thy father's friend forget thou not:"
And grateful title may I plead, 8

many a kindly word and deed,
To bring my tribute to his grave:-
'Tis little-but'tis all I have.

Changes not so with us, my Skene, Of human life the varying scene ? Our youthful summer oft we see3 Dance by on wings of game and glee, While the dark storm reserves its rage, Against the winter of our age: As he, the ancient Chief of Troy, His manhood spent in peace and joy ; But Grecian fires, and loud alarms, Call'd ancient Priam forth to arms.* Then happy those, since each must drain His share of pleasure, share of pain,-Then happy those, beloved of Heaven, To whom the mingled cup is given; Whose lenient sorrows find relief, Whose joys are chasten’d by their grief. And such a lot, my Skene, was thine, When thou of late, wert doom'd to twine, Just when thy bridal hour was by, The cypress with the myrtle tie. Just on thy bride her Sire had smiled, And bless'd the union of his child, When love must change its joyous cheer, And wipe affection's filial tear. Nor did the actions next his end, Speak more the father than the friend: Scarce had lamented Forbes? paid The tribute to his Minstrel's shade; The tale of friendship scarce was told, Ere the narrator's heart was coldFar may we search before we find A heart so manly and so kind ! But not around his honour'd urn, Shall friends alone and kindred mourn; The thousand eyes his care had dried, Pour at his name a bitter tide; And frequent falls the grateful dew, For benefits the world ne'er knew. If mortal charity dare claim The Almighty's attributed name, Inscribe above his mouldering clay, “ The widow's shield, the orphan's stay."

To thee, perchance, this rambling strain Recalls our summer walks again; When, doing nought,--and, to speak true, Not anxious to find aught to do, The wild unbounded hills we ranged, While oft our talk its topic changed, And, desultory as our way, Ranged, unconfined, from grave to gay. Even when it flagg’d, as oft will chance, No effort made to break its trance, We could right pleasantly pursuo Our sports in social silence too;' Thou gravely labouring to portray The blighted oak’s fantastic spray; I spelling o'er, with much delight, The legend of that antique knight, Tirante by name, yclep'd the White. At either's feet a trusty squire, Pandour and Camp, 10 with eyes of fire, Jealous, each other's motions view'd, And scarce suppress’d their ancient feud." The laverock whistled from the cloud; The stream was lively, but not loud; From the white thorn the May-flower shed Its dewy fragrance round our head: Not Ariel lived more merrily Under the blossom'd bough, than we.

And blithesome nights, too, have been ours,
When Winter stript the summer's bowers.
Careless we heard, what now I hear,12
The wild blast sighing deep and drear,
When fires were bright, and lamps beam'd

And ladies tuned the lovely lay;
And he was held a laggard soul,
Who shunn’d to quaff the sparkling bowl.
Then he, whose absence we deplore, 13
Who breathes the gales of Devon's shore,
The longer miss'd, bewail'd the more;

1 The Scottish Harvest-home.
1 MS.-" His native wild notes' melody,

To Marion's blithely blinking eye." 3 MS.-"Our youthful summer oft we see

Dance by on wings of mirth and glce,
While the dark storm reserves its rage,

To crush the winter of our age." 4 MS-"Call'd forth his feeble age to arms." 6 MS.-"Scarce on thy bride her sire had smiled." 6 s19.-"But even the actions next his end,

Spoke the fond sire and faithful friend."

7 See Appendix, Note 2 W.
8 MS." And nearer title may I plead."
9 MS.—“Our thoughts in social silence too."

10 Camp was a favourite dog of the Poet's, a bull terrier of extraordinary sagacity. He is introduced in Raeburn's portrait of Sir Walter Scott, now at Dalkeith Palace.-ED.

11 MS.—"Till oft our voice suppress'd the feud." 12 M$.-"When light we heard what now I hear."

13 Colin Mackenzie, Esq. of Portmore, one of the Principal Clerks of Session at Edinburgh, and through life an intimate friend of Sir Walter Scott, died on 10th September 1830.- ED

And thou, and I, and dear-loved R

While chafed the impatient squire like thunder. And one whose name I may not say,

Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder, For not Mimosa's tender tree

“ Help, gentle Blount! help, comrades all! Shrinks sooner from the touch than he,

Bevis lies dying in his stall: In merry chorus well combined,

To Marmion who the plight dare tell, With laughter drown'd the whistling wind.

Of the good steed he loves so well ?” Mirth was within; and Care without

Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout.

The charger panting on his straw;8 Not but amid the buxom scene

Till one, who would seem wisest, cried, -Some grave discourse might intervene

“ What else but evil could betide, Of the good horse that bore him best,

With that cursed Palmer for our guide! His shoulder, hoof, and arching crest:

Better we had through mire and bush
For, like mad Tom's,3 our chiefest care,

Been lantern-led by Friar Rush.”,
Was horse to ride, and weapon wear.
Such nights we've had; and, though the game*

Of manhood be more sober tame,

Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guess’d, And though the field-day, or the drill,

Nor whoily understood, Seem less important now-yet still

His comrades' clamorous plaints suppress’d; Such may we hope to share again.

He knew Lord Marmion's mood. The sprightly thought inspires my strain !

Him, ere he issued forth, he sought, And mark, how, like a horseman true,

And found deep plunged in gloomy thought,
Lord Marmion's march I thus renew.

And did his tale display
Simply as if he knew of nought

To cause such disarray.

Lord Marmion gave attention cold,

Nor marvell’d at the wonders told,-
Pass'd them as accidents of course,
And bade his clarions sound to horse.


The Camp.

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Eustace, I said, did blithely mark
The first notes of the merry lark.
The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew,
And loudly Marmion's bugles blew,
And with their light and lively call,
Brought groom and yeoman to the stall.
Whistling they came, and free of heart,

But soon their mood was changed;
Complaint was heard on every part,

Of something disarranged.
Some clamour'd loud for armour lost;
Some brawl'd and wrangled with the host;
“ By Becket's bones,” cried one,“ I fear,
That some false Scot has stolen my spear!”-
Young Blount, Lord Marmion's second squire,
Found his steed wet with sweat and mire;
Although the rated horse-boy sware,
Last night he dress’d him sleok and fair.

Young Henry Blount, meanwhile, the cost
Had reckon'd with their Scottish host;
And, as the charge he cast and paid,
“ Ill thou deserv'st thy hire,” he said ;
“ Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight?
Fairies have ridden him all the night,

And left him in a foam !
I trust that soon a conjuring band,
With English cross, and blazing brand,
Shall drive the devils from this land,

To their infernal home:
For in this haunted den, I trow,
All night they trample to and fro."--
The laughing host look'd on the hire -
“ Gramercy, gentle southern squire,
And if thou comest among the rest,
With Scottish broadsword to be blest,
Sharp be the brand, and sure the blow,
And short the pang to undergo."
Here stay'd their talk,--for Marmion
Gave now the signal to set on.

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| Sir William Rae of St. Catharine's, Bart., subsequently through life an intimate, and latterly a generous friend of Sir
Lord Advocate of Scotland, was a distinguished member of Walter Scott-died 24th October 1828.-ED.
the volunteer corps to which Sir Walter Scott belonged; and

3 See King Lear. he, the Poet, Mr. Skene, Mr. Mackenzie, and a few other

4 MS.—"Such nights we've had ; and though our garafriends, had formed themselves into a little semi-military

Advance of years may something tama club, the meetings of which were held at their family supper

5 MS." By Becket's bones," cried one, “I swear" tables in rotation.- Ep. 8 The gentleman whose name the Poet "might not say,'

6 MS.—"The good horse panting on the straw." was the late Sir William Forbes of Pitsligo, Bart., son of the 7 See Appendix, Note 2 X. Author of the Life of Beattie, and brother in law of Mr. Skene, BMS.-"With bloody cross and fiery brand"

The Palmer showing forth the way, They journey'd all the morning day.'

On prancing steeds they forward press'd,
With scarlet mantle, azure vest;
Each at his trump a banner wore,
Which Scotland's royal scutcheon* boro:
Heralds and pursuivants, by name
Bute, Islay, Marchmount, Rothsay, came,
In painted tabards, proudly showing
Gules, Argent, Or, and Azure glowing,

Attendant on a King-at-arms,
Whose band the armorial truncheon hela
That feudal strife had often quell'a,

When wildest its alarms.

The green-sward way was smooth and good,
Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's wood;
A forest glade, which, varying still,
Here gave a view of dale and hill,
There narrower closed, till over head
A vaulted screen the branches made.
“ A pleasant path,” Fitz-Eustace said;
" Such as where errant-knights might see
Adventures of high chivalry;
Might meet some damsel flying fast,
With hair unbound, and looks aghast;
And smooth and level course were here,
In her defence to break a spear.
Here, too, are twilight nooks and dolls;
And oft, in such, the story tells,
The damsel kind, from danger freed,
Did grateful pay her champion's meed.”
He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mind:
Perchance to show his lore design'd;

For Eustace much had pored
Upon a huge romantic tome,
In the hall window of his home,
Imprinted at the antique dome

Of Caxton, or De Worde.3
Therefore he spoke,—but spoke in vain,
For Marmion answer'd nought again.

He was a man of middle age;
In aspect manly, grave, and sage,

As on King's errand come;
But in the glances of his eye,
A penetrating, keen, and sly

Expression found its home;
The flash of that satiric rage,
Which, bursting on the early stage,
Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome.
On milk-white palfrey forth he paced ;
His cap of maintenance was graced

With the proud heron-plume.
From his steed's shoulder, loin, and

breast, Silk housings swept the ground, With Scotland's arms, device, and crest,

Embroider'd round and round.
The double tressure might you see,

First by Achaius borne,
The thistle and the fleur-de-lis,

And gallant unicorn.
So bright the King's armorial coat,
That scarce the dazzled eye could note,
In living colours, blazon'd brave,
The Lion, which his title gave,
A train, which well beseem'd his state,
But all unarm’d, around him wait.
Still is thy name in high account,

And still thy verse has charms,
Sir David Lindesay of the Mount,

Lord Lion King-at-arms!?

Now sudden, distant trumpets shrill,
In notes prolong'd by wood and hill,

Were heard to echo far;
Fach ready archer grasp'd his bow,
But by the flourish soon they know,

They breathed no point of war.
Yet cautious, as in foeman's land,
Lord Marmion's order speeds the band,

Some opener ground to gain;
And scarce a furlong had they rode,
When thinner trees, receding, show'd

A little woodland plain.
Just in that advantageous glade,
The halting troop a line had made,
As forth from the opposing shade

Issued a gallant train.

VI. First came the trumpets, at whose clang So late the forest echoes rang;

VIII. Down from his horse did Marmion spring, Soon as he saw the Lion-King; For well the stately Baron knew To him such courtesy was due,

IMS.-“They journeyed till the middle day." SMS.-"Upon a black and ponderous tome." 8 William Caxton, the earliest English printer, was born

kent, A.D. 1412, and died 1491. Wynken de Worde was his next successor in the production of those

" Rare volumes, dark with tarnish'd gold," which are now the delight of bibliomaniacs. 4 The 318. has “Scotland's royal Lion" here; in line 9th

scarlet tabards ;” and in line 12th, blazoned trus cheon." 6 MS.-"The flash of that satiric rage,

Which, bursting from the early stage,

Lash'd the coarse vices of the age," &c. 6 MS.--"Silver unicorn.". This, and the seven precedin lines, are interpolated in the blank page of the MS

7 See Appendix, Note 2 Y.

When deadliest hatred fired its toes,

The vengeful Douglas bands.


Whom royal James himself had crown'd,
And on his temples placed the round

Of Scotland's ancient diadem :
And wet his brow with hallow'd wine,
And on his finger given to shine

The emblematic gem.
Their mutual greetings duly made,
The Lion thus his message said:-
“ Though Scotland's King hath deeply swore
Ne'er to knit faith with Henry more,
And strictly hath forbid resort
From England to his royal court;
Yet, for he knows Lord Marmion's name,
And honours much his warlike fame,
My liege hath deem'd it shame, and lack
Of courtesy, to turn him back;
And, by his order, I, your guide,
Must lodging fit and fair provide,
Till finds King James meet time to see
The flower of English chivalry.”

Crichtoun though now thy miry court

But pens the lazy steer and sheep,

Thy turrets rude, and totter'd Kemp, Have been the minstrel's loved resort. Oft have I traced, within thy fort,

Of mouldering shields the mystic sense,

Scutcheons of honour, or pretence, Quarter'd in old armorial sort,

Remains of rude magnificence.
Nor wholly yet had time defaced

Thy lordly gallery fair;
Nor yet the stony cord unbraced,
Whose twisted knots, with roses laced,

Adorn thy ruin'd stair.
Still rises unimpair'd below,
The court-yard's graceful portico;
Above its cornice, row and row
Of fair hewn facets richly show

Their pointed diamond form,
Though there but houseless cattle go,

To shield them from the storm. And, shuddering, stili may we explore,

Where oft whilom were captives pent, The darkness of thy Massy More ;6

Or, from thy grass-grown battlement, May trace, in undulating line, The sluggish mazes of the Tyne.

Though inly chafed at this delay,
Lord Marmion bears it as he may,
The Palmer, his mysterious guide,
Beholding thus his place supplied,

Sought to take leave in vain:
Strict was the Lion-King's command,
That none, who rode in Marmion’s band,

Should sever from the train : « England has here enow of spies In Lady Heron's witching eyes :" To Marchmount thus, apart, he said, But fair pretext to Marmion made. The right hand path they now decline, And trace against the stream the Tyne.

X. At length up that wild dale they wind, Where Crichtoun Castle? crown's the

bank; For there the Lion's care assigned

A lodging meet for Marmion's rank.
That Castle rises on the steep

Of the green vale of Tyne:
And far beneath, where slow they creep,
From pool to eddy, dark and deep,
Where alders moist, and willows weep,

You hear her streams repine.3
The towers in different ages rose;
Their various architecture shows

The builders' various hands;
A mighty mass, that could oppose,

XII, Another aspect Crichtoun show'd, As through its portal Marmion rode; But yet 'twas melancholy state Received him at the outer gate ; For none were in the Castle then, But women, boys, or aged men. With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame, To welcome noble Marmion, came; Her son, a stripling twelve years old, Proffer'd the Baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord, Earl Adam Hepburn,-he who died On Flodden, by his sovereign's side, Long may his Lady look in vain! She ne'er shall see his gallant train,8 Come sweeping back through Crichtoun

Dean. 'Twas a brave race, before the name Of hated Bothwell stain'd their fame.

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3 MS. -" Her lazy streams repine."

4 MS.—" But the huge mass could well oppose." 5 MS.--"Of many a mouldering shield the sense.' 6 The pit, or prison vault.-See Appendix, Note 2 % 7 See Appendix, Note 3 A. 8 MS.--"Well might his gentle Lady mourn,

Doom'd ne'er to see her Lord's return."


And here two days did Marmion rest,

With every rite that honour claims,
Attended as the King's own guest :

Such the command of Royal James,
Who marshall’d then his land's array,
Upon the Borough-moor that lay.
Perchance he would not foeman's eye
Upon his gathering host should pry,
Till full prepared was every band
To march against the English land.
Here while they dwelt, did Lindesay's

Oft cheer the Baron's moodier fit ;
And, in his turn, he knew to prize
Lord Marmion's powerful mind, and wise.
Traind in the lore of Rome and Greece.
And policies of war and peace.

Şir David Lindesay's Tale.
“ Of all the palaces so fair,

Built for the royal dwelling,
In Scotland, far beyond compare

Linlithgow is excelling ;5
And in its park in jovial June,
How sweet the merry linnet's tune,

How blithe the blackbird's lay!
The wild-buck-bells 6 from ferny brake,
The coot dives merry on the lake,
The saddest heart might pleasure take

To see all nature gay.
But June is to our sovereign dear
The heaviest month in all the year :
Too well his cause of grief you know,
June saw his father's overthrow.?
Woe to the traitors, who could bring
The princely boy against his King !
Still in his conscience burns the sting.
In offices as strict as Lent,
King James's June is ever spent.8


It chanced, as fell the second night,

That on the battlements they walk’d,
And, by the slowly fading light,

Of varying topics talked ;
And, unaware, the Herald-bardo
Said, Marmion might his toil have spared,

In tra velling so far;
For that a messenger from heaven
In vain to James had counsel given

Against the English war ;3
And, closer question'd, thus he told
A tale, which chronicles old
In Scottish story have enroll’d :-

“ When last this ruthful month was come,
And in Linlithgow's holy dome

The King, as wont, was praying ;
While, for his royal father's soul,
The charters sung, the bells did toll,

The Bishop mass was saying-
For now the year brought round again!
The day the luckless king was slain-

I MS.-"Nor less the Herald Monarch knew

The sport of hunting was also followed with success in the The Baron's powers to value true

neighbourhood, from which circumstance it probably arises Hence confidence between them grew."

that the ancient arms of the city represent a black greyhound 1 MS.-"Then fell from Lindesay, unaware,

bitch tied to a tree. ... The situation of Linlithgow Palace That Marmion might}his labour spare.”

is eminently beautiful. It stands on a promontory of some Marmion might well

elevation, which advances almost into the midst of the lake.

The form is that of a square court, composed of buildings of * See Appendix, Note 3 B.

four stories high, with towers at the angles. The fronts within 4 "In some places, Mr. Scott's love of variety has betrayed the square, and the windows, are highly ornamented, and the him into strange imitations. This is evidently formed on the

size of the rooms, as well as the width and character of the school of Sternhold and Hopkins,

staircases, are upon a magnificent scale. One banquet-room Of all the palaces so fair,'" &c.

is ninety-four feet long, thirty feet wide, and thirty-three feet

JEFFREY. high, with a gallery for music. The king's wardrobe or dress5 In Scotland there are about twenty palaces, castles, and ing-room, looking to the west, projects over the walls, so as

to have a delicious prospect on three sides, and is one of the remains, or sites of such,

most enviable boudoirs we have ever seen."-SIR WALTER “Where Scotia's kings of other years

Scott's Miscellaneous Prose Works, vol. vii. p. 382, &c. Lad their royal home.

6 See Appendix, Note 3 C. * Linlithgow, distinguished by the combined strength and beauty of its situation, must have been early selected as a 7 See Appendix, Note 3 D. mogal residence. David, who bought the title of saint by his

8 MS.-“In offices as strict as Lent, liberality to the Church, refers several of his charters to his

And penances his Junes are spent." town of Linlithgow; and in that of Holyrood expressly bestows on the new monastery all the skins of the rams, ewes, 9 MS. –“For now the year brought round again and lambs, belonging to his castle of Linlitcu, which shall

The very day that he die during the year. ... The convenienco afforded for the

} was slain

The day that the third James sport of falconry, which was so great a favourite during the

In Katharine's aisle the Monarch kneeis. feudal ages, was probably one cause of the attachment of the

And folded hands

show what he feels." ancient Scottish monarchs to Linlithgow and its fine lake.

And hands sore clasped

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