XVIII. The unearthly voices ceast, And the heavy sound was still; It died on the river's breast, It died on the side of the hill. But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near; For it rung in the Ladye's bower, And it rung in the Ladye's ear. She raised her stately head, And her heart throbb'd high with pride:— Your mountains shall bend, And your streams ascend, Ere Margaret be our foeman's bride!" XIX. The Ladye sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, In mimic foraya rode. Even bearded knights, in arms grown old, How the brave boy, in future war, Exalt the Crescent and the Star.4 Alike to him was tide or time, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen. XXII. "Sir William of Deloraine, good at need, Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle. To win the treasure of the tomb: For this will be St. Michael's night, Will point to the grave of the mighty dead. XXIII. "What he gives thee, see thou keep; Stay not thou for food or sleep: Be it scroll, or be it book, Into it, Knight, thou must not look; If thou readest, thou art lorn! Better had'st thou ne'er been born." XXIV. "O swiftly can speed my dapple-grey steed, Which drinks of the Teviot clear; Ere break of day," the Warrior 'gan say, "Again will I be here: And safer by none may thy errand be done, Than, noble dame, by me; Letter nor line know I never a one, Wer't my neck-verse at Hairibee."7 XXV. Soon in his saddle sate he fast, And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand; Miserere mei, &c., anciently read by criminals claiming the benefit of clergy. ["In the rough but spirited sketch of the marauding Borderer, and in the naïveté of his last declaration, the reader will recognise some of the most striking features of the ancient ballad.”—Critical Review.] 8 Barbican, the defence of the outer gate of a feudal castle. Peel, a Border tower. 10 See Appendix, Note R. In Hawick twinkled many a light; Behind him soon they set in night; And soon he spurr'd his courser keen Beneath the tower of Hazeldean.' XXVI. The clattering hoofs the watchmen mark ;— "Stand, ho! thou courier of the dark.”— "For Branksome, ho!" the knight rejoin'd, And left the friendly tower behind. He turn'd him now from Teviotside, And, guided by the tinkling rill, And gained the moor at Horsliehill; XXVII. A moment now he slack'd his speed, XXVIII. Unchallenged, thence pass'd Deloraine, To ancient Riddel's fair domain,* Where Aill, from mountains freed, Down from the lakes did raving come; Each wave was crested with tawny foam, Like the mane of a chestnut steed. In vain! no torrent, deep or broad, Might bar the bold moss-trooper's road. XXIX. At the first plunge the horse sunk low, 1 See Appendix, Note S. The warrior's very plume, I say Was daggled by the dashing spray ; Yet, through good heart, and Our Ladye's grace, At length he gain'd the landing place. XXX. Now Bowden Moor the march-man won, When first the Scott and Carr were foes; When Home and Douglas, in the van, XXXI. In bitter mood he spurred fast, In solemn wise did rise and fail, Like that wild harp, whose magic tone Is waken'd by the winds alone. But when Melrose he reach'd, 'twas silence all; He meetly stabled his steed in stall, And sought the convent's lonely wall.R HERE paused the harp; and with its swell His hand was true, his voice was clear, 6 Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford, now 2 An ancient Roman road, crossing through part of Rox- demolished. About a quarter of a mile to the northward lay burghshire. the field of battle betwixt Buccleuch and Angus, which is called to this day the Skirmish Field.-See Appendix, Note D. Lauds, the midnight service of the Catholic church. 8 See Appendix, Note V. The Lay of the Last Minstrel. CANTO SECOND. I. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,' When the broken arches are black in night, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die;2 And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go but go alone the while— II. Short halt did Deloraine make there; "Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?" Had gifted the shrine for their souls' repose.* III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; He enter❜d the cell of the ancient priest, "In the description of Melrose, which introduces the Second Canto, the reader will observe how skilfully the Author calls in the aid of sentimental associations to heighten the effect of the picture which he presents to the eye."-JEFFREY. 2 See Appendix, Note W. 3 David I. of Scotland, purchased the reputation of sanctity, by founding, and liberally endowing, not only the monastery of Melrose, but those of Kelso, Jedburgh, and many others; which led to the well-known observation of his successor, that he was a sore saint for the crown. And lifted his barred aventayle," IV. "The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me, V. And strangely on the Knight look'd he, And his blue eyes gleam'd wild and wide; "And, darest thou, Warrior! seek to see What heaven and hell alike would hide? My breast, in belt of iron pent, With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn; For threescore years, in penance spent, My knees those flinty stones have worn: Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should ne'er be known. Would'st thou thy every future year In ceaseless prayer and penance drie, Yet wait thy latter end with fearThen, daring Warrior, follow me!"— VI. "Penance, father, will I none; For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry, When I ride on a Border foray." So speed me my errand, and let me be gone."- VII. Again on the Knight look'd the Churchman old, For he had himself been a warrior bold, And he thought on the days that were long since by, When his limbs were strong, and his courage was high: Now, slow and faint, he led the way, And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead. 4 The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the Abbey of Melrose. As early as the reign of Robert II., Robert Scott, Baron of Murdieston and Rankleburn, (now Buccleuch,) gave to the monks the lands of Hinkery, in Ettrick Forest, pro salute animæ suæ.-Chartulary of Melrose, 28th May, 1415. 5 Aventayle, visor of the helmet. 6 See Appendix, Note X. 7 The cloisters were frequently used as places of sepulture. An instance occurs in Dryburgh Abbey, where the cloister has an inscription, bearing, Hic jacet frater Archibaldus. VIII. Spreading herbs, and flowerets bright, The youth in glittering squadrons start;1 Sudden the flying jennet wheel, And burl the unexpected dart. He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, That spirits were riding the northern light. IX. By a steel-clenched postern door, They enter'd now the chancel tall; The darken'd roof rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small: The key-stone, that lock'd each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with cluster'd shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourish'd around,3 Seem'd bundles of lances which garlands had bound. X. Full many a scutcheon and banner riven, Around the screened altar's pale; And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale !5 O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid! XI. The moon on the east oriel shone Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand "Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow-wreaths to stone. 1 See Appendix, Note Y. The silver light, so pale and faint, And trampled the Apostate's pride. XII. They sate them down on a marble stone,8— Now, strange to my eyes thine arms appear, XIII. "In these far climes it was my lot The bells would ring in Notre Dame!11 The words that cleft Eildon hills in three,1o And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone: But to speak them were a deadly sin; And for having but thought them my heart within, A treble penance must be done. XIV. "When Michael lay on his dying bed, His conscience was awakened: He bethought him of his sinful deed, And he gave me a sign to come with speed: I was in Spain when the morning rose, XV. "I swore to bury his Mighty Book, That never mortal might therein look; the middle ages." "November 2, 1805.-We are perfectly on Corbells, the projections from which the arches spring, chanted with Walter Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel. He usually cut in a fantastic face, or mask. 3" With plinth and with capital flourish'd around." First Edition. 4 See Appendix, Note Z. 5 Ibid. Note 2 A. 6 Ibid. Note 2 B. 1" Bombay, September 25, 1805.-I began last night to read Walter Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel, as part of my evenmg readings to my children. I was extremely delighted by the poetical beauty of some passages, the Abbey of Melrose for example, and most of the prologues to the cantos. The costume, too, is admirable. The tone is antique; and it might be read for instruction as a picture of the manners of is surely the man born at last to translate the Iliad. Are not the good parts of his poem the most Homeric of any thing in our language? There are tedious passages, and so are there in Homer."-SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH, Life, Vol. I., pp. 254, 262. 8 A large marble stone, in the chancel of Melrose, is pointed out as the monument of Alexander II., one of the greatest of our early kings; others say, it is the resting-place of Waldeve, one of the early abbots, who died in the odour of sanctity. 9 See Appendix, Note 2 C. 11 See Appendix, Note 2 E. 10 lbid. Note 2 D. 18 Ibid. Note 2 F. And never to tell where it was hid, Save at his Chief of Branksome's need: I buried him on St. Michael's night, When the bell toll'd one, and the moon was bright, And I dug his chamber among the dead, When the floor of the chancel was stained red, That his patron's cross might over him wave, And scare the fiends from the Wizard's grave. XVI. "It was a night of woe and dread, -Still spoke the Monk, when the bell toll'd one!— Than William of Deloraine. good at need, XVII. "Lo, Warrior! now, the Cross of Red Slow moved the Monk to the broad flag-stone, An iron bar the Warrior took;2 And the Monk made a sign with his wither'd hand, The grave's huge portal to expand. XVIII. With beating heart to the task he went; His sinewy frame o'er the grave-stone bent; With bar of iron heaved amain, Till the toil-drops fell from his brows, like rain. It was by dint of passing strength, That he moved the massy stone at length. I would you had been there, to see Show'd the Monk's cowl, and visage pale, 1 See Appendix, Note 2 G. 2 Orig.-A bar from thence the warrior took. "The agitation of the monk at the sight of the man whom be had loved with brotherly affection-the horror of Deloraine, and his belief that the corpse frowned, as he withdrew the XIX Before their eyes the Wizard lay, A palmer's amice wrapp'd him round, The lamp was placed beside his knee: High and majestic was his look, At which the fellest fiends had shook, And all unruffled was his face: They trusted his soul had gotten grace.3 |