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His summer couch by greenwood tree,
1 Nor, though it wake thy sorrow, deem
My verse intrudes on this sad theme;
many a kindly word and deed,
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,
1 The Scottish Harvest-home.
To Marion's blithely blinking eye." 3 MS.-"Our youthful summer oft we see
Dance by on wings of mirth and glce,
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.
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
Been lantern-led by Friar Rush.”,
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,
And did his tale display
To cause such disarray.
Lord Marmion gave attention cold,
Nor marvell’d at the wonders told,-
But soon their mood was changed;
Of something disarranged.
And left him in a foam !
To their infernal home:
| Sir William Rae of St. Catharine's, Bart., subsequently through life an intimate, and latterly a generous friend of Sir
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,
Attendant on a King-at-arms,
When wildest its alarms.
For Eustace much had pored
Of Caxton, or De Worde.3
As on King's errand come;
Expression found its home;
And broke the keys of Rome.
With the proud heron-plume.
breast, Silk housings swept the ground, With Scotland's arms, device, and crest,
Embroider'd round and round.
First by Achaius borne,
And gallant unicorn.
And still thy verse has charms,
Lord Lion King-at-arms!?
Were heard to echo far;
They breathed no point of war.
Some opener ground to gain;
A little woodland plain.
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,
Of Scotland's ancient diadem :
The emblematic gem.
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.
Thy lordly gallery fair;
Adorn thy ruin'd stair.
Their pointed diamond form,
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.
Sought to take leave in vain:
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.
Of the green vale of Tyne:
You hear her streams repine.3
The builders' various hands;
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.
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."
With every rite that honour claims,
Such the command of Royal James,
Şir David Lindesay's Tale.
Built for the royal dwelling,
Linlithgow is excelling ;5
How blithe the blackbird's lay!
To see all nature gay.
It chanced, as fell the second night,
That on the battlements they walk’d,
Of varying topics talked ;
In tra velling so far;
Against the English war ;3
The King, as wont, was praying ;
The Bishop mass was saying-
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