XXXI. SONG. "Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking; Days of danger, nights of waking. Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, wire, and the strings of the harps of sinews; which strings they strike either with their nayles, growing long, or else with an instrument appointed for that use. They take pleasure to decke their harps and clairschoes with silver and precious stones; the poor ones that cannot attayne hereunto, decke them with christall. They sing verses prettily compound, contayning (for the most part) prayses of valiant men. There is not almost any other argument, whereof their rhymes intreat. They speak the ancient French language altered a little.'* The harp and the clairschoes are now only heard in the Highlands in ancient song. At what period these instruments ceased to be used is not on record; and tradition is silent on this head. But, as Irish harpers occasionally visited the Highlands and Western Isles until lately, the harp might have been extant so late as the middle of the present century. Thus far we know, that from remote times down to * Vide "Certayne Matters concerning the Realme of Scotland, etc., as they were Anno Domini 1597. Lond., 1603," 4to. "No rude sound shall reach thine ear,1 Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. At the daybreak from the fallow, Booming from the sedgy shallow. the present, harpers were received as welcome guests, particu- Lond., Mr. Gunn, of Edinburgh, has lately published a curious Essay upon the Harp and Harp Music of the Highlands of Scotland. That the instrument was once in common use there is most certain. Cleland numbers an acquaintance with it among the few accomplishments which his satire allows to the Highlanders: "In nothing they're accounted sharp, 1 MS.: "Noon of hunger, night of waking. No rude sound shall rouse thine ear." XXXII. She paused—then, blushing, led the lay 1 SONG CONTINUED. "Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; XXXIII. The hall was clear'd — the stranger's bed Was there of mountain heather spread, 1 MS.: "She paused—but waked again the lay." 2 MS.: Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye, avail ye, Let our slumbrous spells { beguile ye." Where oft a hundred guests had lain, His standard falls, his honor's lost. Then, from my couch may heavenly might Chase that worst phantom of the night!— Again return'd the scenes of youth, Again his soul he interchanged With friends whose hearts were long estranged. They come, in dim procession led, The cold, the faithless, and the dead; As warm each hand, each brow as gay, As if they parted yesterday. And doubt distracts him at the view, - 1 MS.: "And dream'd their mountain chase again." 2 "Ye guardian spirits, to whom man is dear, From these foul demons shield the midnight gloom: Angels of fancy and of love, be near. And o'er the blank of sleep diffuse a bloom. Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, XXXIV. At length, with Ellen in a grove He seem'd to walk, and speak of love; His suit was warm, his hopes were high. The phantom's sex was changed and gone, Slowly enlarged to giant size, With darkened cheek and threatening eyes, To Ellen still a likeness bore. He woke, and, panting with afright, And let them virtue with a look impart; Those long-lost friends for whom in love we smart, "Or are you sportive ? — bid the morn of youth To cares estranged, and manhood's thorny ways. Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supplied; Of the wild brooks!"- Castle of Indolence, Canto I. 1 "Such a strange and romantic dream as may be naturally expected to flow from the extraordinary events of the past day. It might, perhaps, be quoted as one of Mr. Scott's most successful efforts in descriptive poetry. Some few lines of it are indeed unrivalled for delicacy and melancholy tenderness." · Critical Review. |