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Yet twice have I beheld to-day
A Form, that secm'd to dog our way;
Twice from my glance it seem’d to flee,
And shroud itself by cliff or tree.
How think’st thou ?-Is our path way-laid ?
Or hath thy sire my trust betray'd ?
If so Ere, starting from his dream,
That turn’d upon a gentler theme,
Wilfrid had roused him to reply,
Bertram sprung forward, shouting high,
“Whate'er thou art, thou now shalt stand !"-
And forth he darted, sword in hand.

Sole stay his foot may rest upora,
Is yon earth-bedded jetting stone.
Balanced on such precarious prop,5
He strains his grasp to reach the top.
Just as the dangerous stretch lie makes,
By heaven, his faithless footstool shakes!
Beneath his tottering bulk it bends,
It sways, ... it loosens, ... it descends!
And downward holds its headlong way,
Crashing o'er rock and copsewood spray.
Loud thunders shake the echoing deil !--
Fell it alone ?-alone it fell.
Just on the very verge of fate,
The hardy Bertram's falling weight
He trusted to his sinewy hands,
And on the top unharm’d he stands !_o

XIV. As bursts the levin in its wrath, He shot him down the sounding path; Rock, wood, and stream, rang wildly out, To his loud step and savage shout. Seems that the object of his race Hath scaled the cliffs; his frantic chase Sidelong he turns, and now 'tis bent Right up the rock's tall battlement; Straining each sinew to ascend, Foot, hand, and knee, their aid must lend. Wilfrid, all dizzy with dismay, Views from beneath, his dreadful way: Now to the oak’s warp'd roots he clings, Now trusts his weight to ivy strings ; Now, like the wild-goat, must he dare An unsupported leap in air; 3 Hid in the shrubby rain-course now, You mark him by the crashing bough, And by his corslet's sullen clank, And by the stones spurn’d from the bank, And by the hawk scared from her nest, And ravens croaking o'er their guest, Who deem his forfeit limbs shall pay The tribute of his bold essay.

XVI. Wilfrid a safer path pursued; At intervals where, roughly hew'd, Rude steps ascending from the dell Render'd the cliff's accessible. By circuit slow he thus attain'd The height that Risingham had gain'd, And when he issued from the wood, Before the gate of Mortham stood.? 'Twas a fair scene! the sunbeam lay On battled tower and portal grey: And from the grassy slope he sees The Greta flow to meet the Tees; Where, issuing from her darksome bed, She caught the morning's eastern red, And through the softening vale below Rollid her bright waves, in rosy glow, All blushing to her bridal bed, Like some shy maid in convent bred; While linnet, lark, and blackbird gay, Sing forth her nuptial roundelay.

XV. See, he emerges !-desperate now All farther course-Yon beetling brow, In craggy nakedness sublime, What heart or foot shall dare to climb ? It bears no tendril for his clasp, Presents no angle to his grasp :

XVII. 'Twas sweetly sung that roundelay; That summer morn shone blithe and gay; But morning beam, and wild-bird's call, Awaked not Mortham's silent hall.9 No porter, by the low-brow'd gate, Took in the wonted niche his seat;

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its) 2 MS.-" To his fierce step and savage shout, Seems that the object of his { race

chase Had scaled the cliffs; his desperate chase." & MS.-"A desperate leap through empty air ;

Hid in the copse-clad rain-course now." • MS.—"See, he emerges !-desperate now

Toward the naked beetling brow,
His progress-heart and foot must fail

Yon upmost crag's bare peak to scale." 6 MS.-“Perch'd like an eagle on its top,

Balanced on its uncertain prop.

Just as the perilous stretch he makes,

By heaven, his tottering footstool shakes." 6 Opposite to this line, the MS. has this note, meant to amuse Mr. Ballantyne :-“If my readers will not allow that I have climbed Parnassus, they must grant that I have turned the Killie Nine Sleps."-[See note to Redgauntlet.-Waverley Norels, vol. xxxv. p. 6.]

7 See Appendix, Note U.
8 MS.-“As some fair maid in cloister bred,

Is blushing to her bridal led.” 9 "The beautiful prospect commanded by that eminence scen under the cheerful light of a summer's morning, is finely contrasted with the silence and solitude of the place."-Critical Reviewo.

All spoke the woes of civil war.

To the paved court no peasant drew;

Such was his tale. Its truth, I ween,
Waked to their toil no menial crew;

Is in my morning vision seen."--
The maiden's carol was not heard,
As to her morning task she fared:

XIX.
In the void offices around,

Wilfrid, who scorn'd the legend wild, Rung not a hoof, nor bay'd a hound;

In mingled mirth and pity smiled, Nor eager steed, with shrilling neigh,

Much marvelling that a breast so bolj Accused the lagging groom's delay;

In such fond tale belief should hold ; 5 Untrimm'd, undress'd, neglected now,

But yet of Bertram sought to know Was alley'd walk and orchard bough;

The apparition's form and show.All spoke the master's absent care,

The power within the guilty breast, All spoke neglect and disrepair.

Oft vanquish’d, never quite suppressid, South of the gate, an arrow flight,

That unsubdued and lurking lies Two mighty elms their limbs unite,

To take the felon by surprise, As if a canopy to spread

And force him, as by magic spell, O'er the lone dwelling of the dead;

In his despite his guilt to tell,- 6 For their huge boughs in arches bent

That power in Bertram's breast awoke; Above a massive monument,

Scarce conscious he was heard, he spoke; Carved o'er in ancient Gothic wise,

“ 'Twas Mortham's form, from foot to head! With many a scutcheon and device:

His morion, with the plume of red, There, spent with toil and sunk in gloom,

His shape, his mien—'twas Mortham, right Bertram stood pondering by the tomb.

As when I slew him in the fight.”

“ Thou slay him ?-thou ?”_With conscious star. XVIII.

He heard, then mann'd his haughty heart“ It vanish’d, like a flitting ghost!

“ I slew him?-I!-I had forgot Behind this tomb,” he said, "'twas lost

Thou, stripling, knew'st not of the plot. This tomb, where oft I deem'd lies stored

But it is spoken-nor will I Of Mortham's Indian wealth the hoard.

Deed done, or spoken word, deny. 'Tis true, the aged servants said

I slew him; I! for thankless pride ; Here his lamented wife is laid ;'

'Twas by this hand that Mortham died !” But weightier reasons may be guess'd For their lord's strict and stern behest,

XX. That none should on his steps intrude,

Wilfrid, of gentle hand and heart, Whene'er he sought this solitude.

Averse to every active part, An ancient mariner I knew,

But most averse to martial broil, What time I sail'd with Morgan's crew,

From danger shrunk, and turn'd from toil ; Who oft, ʼmid our carousals, spake

Yet the meek lover of the lyre Of Raleigh, Forbisher, and Drake;

Nursed one brave spark of noble fire, Adventurous hearts! who barter'd, bold,

Against injustice, fraud, or wrong, Their English steel for Spanish gold.

His blood beat high, his band wax'd strong. Trust not, would his experience say,

Not his the nerves that could sustain, Captain or comrade with your prey;

Unshaken, danger, toil, and pain; But seek some charnel, when, at full,

But, when that spark blazed forth to flame,? The moon gilds skeleton and skull:

He rose superior to his frame. There dig, and tomb your precious heap;

And now it came, that generous mood: And bid the dead your treasure keep ;3

And, in full current of his blood, Sure stewards they, if fitting spell

On Bertram he laid desperate hand, Their service to the task compel.

Placed firm his foot, and drew his brand. Lacks there such charnel ?–kill a slave,"

“ Should every fiend, to whom thour't sold, Or prisoner, on the treasure-grave;

Rise in thine aid, I keep my hold.And bid his discontented ghost

Arouse there, ho! take spear and sword! Stalk nightly on his lonely post.

Attach the murderer of your Lord !” 1 MS.—“All spoke the master absent far,

And for the sharp rebuke they got, s neglect and

That pried around his favourite spot."

3 See Appendix, Note V. Close by the gate, an arch combined,

4 MS.-" Lacks there such charnel-vault?-a slave, Two haughty elms their branches twined."

Or prisoner, slaughter on the grave." 2 MS.—" Here lies the partner of his bed ;

5 MS." Should faith in such a fable hold." But weightier reasons should appear

6 See Appendix, Note W. For all his moonlight wanderings here,

7 MS.—"But, when blazed forth that noble flanne.",

Oft stopp'd, and oft on Mortham stared,
And dark as rated mastiff glared;
But when the tramp of steeds was heard,
Plunged in the glen, and disappear’d;-
Nor longer there the Warrior stood,
Retiring eastward through the wood;8
But first to Wilfrid warnin; gives,
“ Tell thou to none that Mortham lives.”

XXI. A moment, fix'd as by a spell, Stood Bertram-It seem'd miracle, That one so feeble, soft, and tame Set grasp on warlike Risingham.' But when he felt a feeble stroke, The fiend within the ruffian woke! To wrench the sword from Wilfrid's hand, To dash him headlong on the sand, Was but one moment's work, -one more Had drench'd the blade in Wilfrid's gore; But, in the instant it arose, To end his life, his love, his woes, A warlike form, that mark'd the scene, Presents his rapier sheathed between, Parries the fast-descending blow, And steps 'twixt Wilfrid and his foe; Nor then unscabbarded his brand, But, sternly pointing with his hand, With monarch's voice forbade the fight, And motion'd Bertram from his sight.

Go, and repent,”—he said, “ while time Is given thee; add not crime to crime.”

XXIII. Still rung these words in Wilfrid's ear, Hinting he knew not what of fear; When nearer came the coursers' tread, And, with his father at their head, Of horsemen arm'd a gallant power Rein'd up their steeds before the tower.? “ Whence thene pale looks, my son ?” he said: “ Where's Bertram ?-Why that naked blade?". Wilfrid ambiguously replied, (For Mortham's charge his honour tied,) “ Bertram is gone—the villain's word Avouch'd him murderer of his lord ! Even now we fought-but, when your tread Announced you nigh, the felon fied.” In Wycliffe's conscious eye appear A guilty hope, a guilty fear ; On his pale brow the dewdrop broke, And his lip quiver'd as he spoke:--

XXII. Mute, and uncertain, and amazed, As on a vision Bertram gazed ! 'Twas Mortham’s bearing, bold and high, His sinewy frame, his falcon eye, His look and accent of command, The martial gesture of his hand, His stately form, spare-built and tall, His war-bleach'd locksm'twas Mortham

all. Through Bertram's dizzy brain career A thousand thoughts, and all of fear; His wavering faith received not quite The form he saw as Mortham's sprite, But more he fear'd it, if it stood His lord, in living flesh and blood.What spectre can the charnel send, So dreadful as an injured friend? Then, too, the habit of command, Used by the leader of the band, When Risingham, for many a day, Had march'd and fought beneath his sway, Tamed him-and, with reverted face, Backwards he bore his sullen pace;6

SXIV. “ A murderer !-Philip Mortham died Amid the battle's wildest tide. Wilfrid, or Bertram raves, or you ! Yet, grant such strange confession true, Pursuit were vain-let him fiy farJustice must sleep in civil war." A gallant Youth rode near his side, Brave Rokeby's page, in battle tried; That morn, an embassy of weight He brought to Barnard's castle gate, And follow'd now in Wycliffe's train, An answer for his lord to gain. His steed, whose arch'd and sable neck An hundred wreaths of foam bedeck, Chafed not against the curb more high Than he at Oswald's cold reply; He bit his lip, implored his saint, (His the old faith) —then burst restraint.

I The sudden impression made on the mind of Wilfrid by bis arowal, is one of the happiest touches of moral poetry. The effect which the unexpected burst of indignation and valour produces on Bertram, is as finely imagined."-Critical Review.-" This most animating scene is a worthy companion to the rencounter of Fitz-James and Roderick Dhu, in the Lady of the Lake."- Monthly Reviewo.

8 MS.--"'Twas Mortham's spare and sinewy frame,

His falcon eye, his glance of flame."
4 MS.-“ A thousand thoughts, and all of fear,

Dizzied his brain in wild career;
Doubting, and not recuiving quite,
The form he saw a: Mortham's sprite,
SEU more he fear'd it, if it stood

His living lord, in fresh and Llord." 5 MS.-"Slow he retreats with sullen pace." 6 MS.-"Retiring through the thickest wood." i MS.-" Rein'd up their steeds by Mortham tower."

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XXV.

With them was Wilfrid, stung with ire, “ Yes! I beheld his bloody fall,'

And envying Redmond's martial fire, By that base traitor's dastard ball,

And emulous of fame.—But where Just when I thought to measure sword,

Is Oswald, noble Mortham's heir ! Presumptuous hope ! with Mortham's lord.

He, bound by honour, law, and faith, And shall the murderer 'scape, who slew

Avenger of his kinsman's death His leader, generous, brave, and true ? ?

Leaning against the elmin tree, Escape, while on the dew you trace

With drooping head and slacken'd knee, The marks of his gigantic pace?

And clenched teeth, and close-clasp'd hands, No! ere the sun that dew shall dry,3

In agony of soul he stands ! False Risingham shall yield or die.

His downcast eye on earth is bent, Ring out the castle 'larum bell!

His soul to every sound is lent; Arouse the peasants with the knell!

For in each shout that cleaves the air,
Meantime disperse-ride, gallants, ride!

May ring (liscovery and despair.
Beset the wood on every side.
But if among you one there be,

XXVIII.
That honours Mortham's memory,

What 'vail'd it him, that brightly play'd Let him dismount and follow me!

The morning sun on Mortham's glade? Else on your crests sit fear and shame,

All seems in giddy round to ride, And foul suspicion dog your name!”

Like objects on a stormy tide,

Seen eddying by the moonlight dim,
XXVI.

Imperfectly to sink and swim.
Instant to earth young REDMOND sprung;

What’vail'd it, that the fair domain, Instant on earth the harness rung

Its battled mansion, hill, and plain, Of twenty men of Wycliffe's band,

On which the sun so brightly shone, Who waited not their lord's command.

Envied so long, was now his own ?? Redmond his spurs from buskins drew,

The lowest dungeon, in that hour, His mantle from his shoulders threw,

Of Brackenbury's dismal tower, 8 His pistols in his belt he placed,

Had been his choice, could such a doom The green-wood gain'd, the footsteps traced, Have open's Mortham's bloody tomb ! Shouted like huntsman to his hounds,

Forced, too, to turn unwilling ear To cover, hark!"--and in he bounds.

To each surmise of hope or fear, Scarce heard was Oswald's anxious cry,

Murmur'd among the rustics round, “ Suspicion! yes—pursue him-fly

Who gather'd at the 'larum sound; But venture not, in useless strife,

He dared not turn his head away, On ruffian desperate of his life,

E’en to look up to heaven to pray, Whoever finds him, shoot him dend !

Or call on hell, in bitter mood, Five hundred nobles for his head!”

For one sharp death-shot from the wood!

XXVII.
The horsemen gallop'd, to make good
Each path that issued from the wood.
Loud from the thickets rung the shout
Of Redmond and his eager route;

XXIX.
At length, o'erpast that dreadful space,
Back straggling came the scatter'd chase;
Jaded and weary, horse and man,
Return d the troopers, one by one.

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1 MS.—"Yes! I beheld him fouily slain,

leave it, however, to you, only saying, that I never shun comBy that base traitor of his train."

mon words when they are to the purpose. As to your criti2 MS.-" A knight, so generous, brave and true."

cisms, I cannot but attend to them, because they touch pas

sages with which I am myself discontented.-W.S." 3 MS.

"that dew shall drain,
False Risingbam shall be kill'd or ta'en."

6 MS.—Jealous of Redmond's nolle fire." 4 MS.---To the Printer.-"On the disputed line, it may

6 "Opposed to this animated picture of ardent courage and stand thus,

ingenuous youth, that of a guilty conscience, which imme"Whoever finds him, strike him dead;'

diately follows, is indescribably terrible, and calculated to 01,

achieve the highest and noblest porposes of dramatic fiction." 'Who first shall find him, strike him dead.'

--Critical Rericio. But I think the addition of filon, or any such word, will im

7 " The contrast of the beautiful morning, and the prospect pair the strength of the passage. Oswald is too anxious to

of the rich domain of Mortham, which Oswald was come to use epithets, and is hallooing after the men, by this time enter- seize, with the dark remorse and misery of his mind, is powering the wood. The simpler the line the better. In my humble fully represented: (Non domus et fundus/" &c. &c.)-Monthly opinion, shoot him dead, was much better than any other. It Review. Implies, Do not even approach him; kill him at a distance. I 8 See Appendix, Note X.

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Wilfrid, the last, arrived to say,
All trace was lost of Bertram's way,
Though Redmond still, up Brignal wood,'
The hopeless quest in vain pursued.-
O, fatal doom of human race!
What tyrant passions passions chase!
Remorse from Oswald's brow is gone,
Avarice and pride resume their throne;'
The pang of instant terror by,
They dictate us their slave's reply:-

Right heavy shall his ransom be,
Unless that maid compound with thee !"
Go to her now-be bold of cheer,
While her soul floats 'twixt hope and fcar;
It is the very change of tide,
When best the female heart is tried-
Pride, prejudice, and modesty,
Are in the current swept to sea ;5
And the bold swain, who plies his oar,
May lightly row his bark to shore.”

kokeby.

CANTO THIRD.

XXX.
“ Ay—let him range like hasty hound!
And if the grim wolf's lair be found,
Small is my care how goes the game
With Redmond, or with Risingham.
Nay, answer not, thou simple boy!
Thy fair Matilda, all so coy
To thee, is of another mood
To that bold youth of Erin's blood.
Thy ditties will she freely praise,
And pay thy pains with courtly phrase;
In a rough path will oft command-
Accept at least-thy friendly hand;
His she avoids, or, urged and pray'd,
Unwilling takes his proffer'd aid,
While conscious passion plainly speaks
In downcast look and blushing cheeks.
Whene'er he sings, will she glide nigh,
And all her soul is in her eye;
Yet doubts she still to tender free
The wonted words of courtesy.
These are strong signs ! — yet wherefore

sigh,
And wipe, effeminate, thine eye?
Thine shall she be, if thou attend
The counsels of thy sire and friend.

I. The hunting tribes of air and earth Respect the brethren of their birth ; Nature, who loves the claim of kind, Less cruel chase to each assign’d. The falcon, poised on soaring wing, Watches the wild-duck by the spring; The slow-hound wakes the fox's lair; The greyhound presses on the hare ; The eagle pounces on the lamb; The wolf devours the fleecy dam: Even tiger fell, and sullen bear, Their likeness and their lineage spare, Man, only, mars kind Nature's plan, And turns the fierce pursuit on man; Plying war's desultory trade, Incursion, flight, and ambuscade, Since Nimrod, Cush's mighty son, At first the bloody game begun.

XXXI. “ Scarce wert thou gone, when peep of light 3 Brought genuine news of Marston's fight. Brave Cromwell turn'd the doubtful tide, And conquest bless’d the rightful side; Three thousand cavaliers lie dead, Rupert and that bold Marquis fled; Nobles and knights, so proud of late, Must fine for freedom and estate. Of these, committed to my charge, Is Rokeby, prisoner at large; Redmond, his page, arrived to say He reaches Barnard's towers to-day.

II. The Indian, prowling for his prey, Who hears the settlers track his way, And knows in distant forest far Camp his red brethren of the war; He, when each double and disguise To baffle the pursuit he tries, Low crouching now his head to hide, Where swampy streams through rushes glide, Now covering with the wither'd leaves The foot-prints that the dew receives ::

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I MS.-"Though Redmond still, as unsubdued." 2 The MS. adds :

“Of Mortham's treasure now he dreams,

Now nurses more ambitious schemes." 3 MS.-" This Redmond brought, at peep of light,

The news of Marston's happy fight." • See Appendix, Note Y.

6 MS.—“ In the warm ebb are swept to sea."

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tribes of earth and air, In the wild chase their kindred spare." The second couplet interpolated.

7 MS.-"Invasion, flight, and ambuscade." 8 MS._"Where the slow waves through rushes glide."

See Appendix, Note Z.

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