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1 The contemporary criticism on this noble ballad was all “ Then came The Gray Brother, founded on another superfeeble, but laudatory, with the exception of the following re-stition, which seems to have been almost as ancient as the bemark :-“ The painter is justly blamed, whose figures do not lief in ghosts; namely, that the holiest service of the altar correspond with his landscape-who assembles banditti in an cannot go on in the presence of an unclean person-a heinous Elysium, or bathing loves in a lake of storm. The same sinner unconfessed and unabsolved. The fragmentary form adaptation of parts is expedient in the poet. The stanzas, of this poem greatly heightens the awfulness of its impression ;

and in construction and metre, the verses which really belong 'Sweet are thy paths, O passing sweet!'

to the story appear to me the happiest that have ever been to

produced expressly in imitation of the ballad of the middle * And classic Hawthornden,'

age. In the stanzas, previously quoted, on the scenery of the

Esk, however beautiful in themselves, and however interestdisagreeably contrast with the mysterious gloomy character ing now as marking the locality of the composition, he must of the ballad. Were these oniitted, it would merit high rank be allowed to have lapsed into another strain, and produced a for the terrific expectation it excites by the majestic intro- pannus purpureus which interferes with and mars the geneduction, and the awful close."--Critical Review, November ral texture."-Life of Scotl, vol. ii. p. 26. 1803.-ED.



4 Melville Castle, tne seat of the Right Honourable Lord

Melville, to whom it gives the title of Viscount, is delightfully SCENERY OF THE ESK.-P. 602.

situated upon the Eske, near Lasswade. 1 The barony of Pennycuik, the property of Sir George 5 The ruins of Roslin Castle, the baronial residence of the Clerk, Bart., is held by a singular tonure; the proprietor ancient family of St. Clair. The Gothic chapel, which is still being bound to sit upon a large rocky fragment called the in beautiful preservation, with the romantic and woody dell Buckstane, and wind three blasts of a horn, when the King in which they are situated, belong to the Right Honourable shall come to hunt on the Borough Muir, near Edinburgh. the Earl of Rosslyn, the representative of the former Lords of Hence the family have adopted as their crest a demi-forester Roslin. proper, winding a horn, with the motto, Free for a Blast. 6 The village and castle of Dalkeith belonged of old to the The beautiful mansion-house of Pennycuik is much admired, famous Earl of Morton, but is now the residence of the noble both on account of the architecture and surrounding scenery. family of Buccleuch. The park extends along the Eske,

? Auchendinny, situated upon the Eske, below Pennycuik, which is there joined by its sister stream of the same name. the present residence of the ingenious H. Mackenzie, Esq., 7 Hawthornden, the residence of the poet Drummond. A author of the Man of Feeling, &c.--Edition 1803.

house of more modern date is enclosed, as it were, by the 3 “Haunted Woodhouselee."-For the traditions connected ruins of the ancient castle, and overhangs a tremendous prewith this ruinous mansion, see Ballad of Cadyow Castle, Note, cipice upon the banks of the Eske, perforated by winding p. 509.

caves, which in former times were a refuge to the oppressed patriots of Scotland. Here Drummond received Ben Jonson, Upon the whole, tracing the Eske from its source till it joins who journeyed from London on foot in order to visit him. the sea at Musselburgh, no stream in Scotland can boast such The beauty of this striking scene has been much injured of a varied succession of the most interesting objects, as well as late years by the indiscriminate use of the axe. The traveller of the most romantic and beautiful scenery. 1803. . now looks in vain for the leafy bower,

- The beautiful scenery of Hawthornden has, since the above

note was written, recovered all its proper ornament of wood “Where Jonson sat in Drummond's social shade." 1831.

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*Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms?

two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve “Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest. guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in Had we a difference with some petty isle,

similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of Or with our neighbours, Britons, for our landmarks, The taking in of some rebellious lord,

our ancient Galgacus : “ Proinde ituri in aciem, el Or making head against a slight commotion,

mujores vestros et posteros cogitate.” 1812.
After a day of blood, peace might be argued :
But where we grapple for the land we live on,
The liberty we hold more dear than life,
The gods we worship, and, next these, our honours,
And, with those, swords that know no end of battle-

Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour,
Those minds, that, where the day is, claim inheritance,
And, where the sun makes ripe the fruit, their harvest,

And, where they march, but measure out more ground
To add to Rome —
It must not be--No! as they are our foes,

To horse! to horse! the standard flies, Let's use the peace of honour-that's fair dealing;

The bugles sound the call; But in our hands our swords. The hardy Roman,

The Gallic navy stems the seas,
That thinks to graft himself into my stock,

The voice of battle's on the breeze,
Must first begin his kindred under ground,
And be allied in ashes."-

Arouse ye, one and all!

From high Dunedin's towers we come,

A band of brothers true; The following War-Song was written duriug the Our casques the leopard's spoils surround, apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volunteers With Scotland's hardy thistle crown'd; to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, con- We boast the red and blue.3 sisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of Though tamely crouch to Gallia’s frown the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded Dull Holland's tardy train; by the Honourable Lieutenant-Colonel Dundas. The Their ravish'd toys though Romans mourn; nuble and constitutional measure of arming freemen Though gallant Switzers vainly spurn, in defence of their own rights, was nowhere more suc- And, foaming, gnaw the chain; cessful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a Oh! had they mark'd the avenging call" regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and Their brethren's murder gave,


1 The song originally appeared in the Scots Magazine for garded the death of their bravest countrymen, mercilessly 1812.- ED.

slaughtered in discharge of their duty, encouraged and au 2 Now Viscount Melville.-1831.

thorized the progressive injustice, by which the Alps, once 3 The royal colours.

the seat of the most virtuous and free people upon the Conti * The allusion is to the massacre of the Swiss Guards, on nent, have, at length, been converted into the citadel of a fo the fatal 10th August, 1792. It is painful, but not useless, reign and military despot. A state degraded is half enslaved. to remark, that the passive temper with which the Swiss re- -1812.

Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown,

If ever breath of British gale Nor patriot valour, desperate grown,

Shall fan the tri-color, Sought freedom in the grave!

Or footstep of invader rude,

With rapine foul, and red with blood, Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head,

Pollute our happy shore, -
In Freedom's temple born,
Dress our pale cheek in timid smile,

Then farewell home! and farewell friends To hail a master in our isle,

Adieu each tender tie! Or brook a victor's scorn ?

Resolved, we mingle in the tide,

Where charging squadrons furious ride, No! though destruction o'er the land

To conquer or to die.
Come pouring as a flood,
The sun, that sees our falling day,

To horse! to horse! the sabres gleam; Shall mark our sabres' deadly sway,

High sounds our bugle-call; And set that night in blood.

Combined by bonour's sacred tie,

Our word is Laws and Liberty !
For gold let Gallia's legions fight,

March forward. one and all ?1
Or plunder's bloody gain;
Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw,

1 Sir Walter Scott was, at the time when he wrote this To guard our king, to fence our law,

song, Quartermaster of the Edinburgh Light Cavalry. Svo Nor shall their edge be vain.

one of the Epistles Introductory to Marmion.-ED.


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With gallant Fred’rick’s princely power

He sought the bold Crusade;
But not a word from Judah's wars

Told Helen how he sped.


The Author had resolved to omit the following version of a well-known Poem, in any collection which he might make of his poetical trifles. But the publishers having pleaded for its admission, the Author has consented, though not unaware of the disadvantage at which this youthful essay (for it was written in 1795) must appear with those which have been executed by much more able hands, in particular that of Mr. Taylor of Norwich, and that of Mr. Spencer.

The following Translation was written long before the Author saw any other, and originated in the following circumstances:-A lady of high rank in the literary world read this romantic tale, as translated by Mr. Taylor, in the house of the celebrated Professor Dugald Stewart of Edinburgh. The Author was not present, nor indeed in Edinburgh at the time; but a gentleman who had the pleasure of hearing the ballad, afterwards told him the story, and repeated the remarkable chorus

With Paynim and with Saracen

At length a truce was made,
And every knight return'd to dry

The tears his love had shed.

Our gallant host was homeward bound

With many a song of joy;
Green waved the laurel in eacn prame,

The badge of victory.

Tramp! tramp! across the land they speede,

Splash! splash! across the sea ;
Hurrah! The dead can ride apace!

Dost fear to ride with me?'

And old and young, and sire and son,

To meet them crowd the way,
With shouts, and mirth, and melody,

The debt of love to pay.

In attempting a translation, then intended only to circulate among friends, the present Author did not hesitate to make use of this impressive stanza; for which freedom he has since obtained the forgiveness of the ingenious gentleman to whom it properly belongs.

Full many a maid her true-love met,

And sobb’d in his embrace,
And flutt'ring joy in tears and smiles

Array'd full many a face.

1 The Chase and WILLIAM AND HELEN; Two Ballads, and W. Davies, in the Strand, London. 1796. 4to.-See from the German of Gottfried Augustus Bürger. Edinburgh : “ Essay on Imitations of the Ancient Ballad," ante p. 565, Printed by Mundell and Son, Royal Bank Close, for Manners and Life of Scotl, vol. i. chapters 7 and 8. and Miller, Parliament Square; and sold by T. Cadell, jun.,

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