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« Two gilded fishes in the lake

was, by birth, of the house of Moringer. This lady This morning have I caught,

be supposes to have been Moringer's daughter, menTheir silver scales may much avail,

tioned in the ballad. He quotes the same authority Their carrion flesh is naught.”

for the death of Berckhold Von Neuffen, in the same

year. The editors, on the whole, seem to embrace the It was a messenger of woe

opinion of Professor Smith of Ulm, who, from the Has sought the Austrian land:

language of the ballad, ascribes its date to the 15th “ Ah! gracious lady, evil news !

century. My lord lies on the strand.

The legend itself turns on an incident not peculiar

to Germany, and which, perhaps, was not unlikely to “ At Sempach, on the battle-field,

happen in more instances than one, when crusaders His bloody corpse lies there.”

abode long in the Holy Land, and their disconsolate “ Ah, gracious God!” the lady cried,

dames received no tidings of their fate. A story, very “ What tidings of despair!”

similar in circumstances, but without the miraculous

machinery of Saint Thomas, is told of one of the anNow would you know the minstrel wight

cient Lords of Haigh-hall in Lancashire, the patriWho sings of strife so stern,

monial inheritance of the late Countess of Balcarras; Albert the Souter is he hight,

and the particulars are represented on stained glass A burgher of Lucerne.

upon a window in that ancient manor-house..

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.

II. “ 'Tis 1 have vow'd a pilgrimage unto a distant shrine, And I must seek Saint Thomas-land, and leave the

land that 's mine; [1819.']

Here shalt thou dwell the while in state, so thou wilt The original of these verses occurs in a collection pledge thy fay, of German popular songs, entitled, Sammlung Deut- That thou for my return wilt wait seven twelvemonths schen Volkslieder, Berlin, 1807, published by Messrs. and a day.” Busching and Von der Hagen, both, and more especially the last, distinguished for their acquaintance

III. with the ancient popular poetry and legendary history Then out and spoke that Lady bright, sore troubled of Germany.

in her cheer, In the German Editor's notice of the ballad, it is “ Now tell me true, thou noble knight, what order stated to have been extracted from a manuscript takest thou here; Chronicle of Nicolaus Thomann, chaplain to Saint And who shall lead thy vassal band, and hold thy Leonard in Weisenhorn, which bears the date 1533;

lordly sway, and the song is stated by the author to have been And be thy lady's guardian true when thou art far generally sung in the neighbourhood at that early away?” period. Thomann, as quoted by the German Editor, seems faithfully to have believed the event he nar

IV. rates. He quotes tombstones and obituaries to prove Out spoke the noble Moringer, “ Of that have thou the existence of the personages of the ballad, and dis

no care, covers that there actually died, on the 11th May 1349, There's many a valiant gentleman of me holds living a Lady Von Neuffen, Countess of Marstetten, who

fair;

1 The translation of the Noble Moringer appeared origi- terrals of exquisite pain, to his daughter Sophia, and his friend nally in the Edinburgh Annual Register for 1816, (publishat William Laidlaw.-Ed. See Life of Scott, vol. vi., p. 71. in 1819.) It was composed during Sir Walter Scott's severe 2 See Introduction to " The Betrothed," Waverley Novels. and alarming illness of April, 1819, and dictated, in the in- vol. xxxvii.

The trustiest shall rule my land, my vassals and my And pledge thee for my Lady's faith till seven long state,

years are gone, And be a guardian tried and true to thee, my lovely And guard her as Our Lady dear was guarded by mate.

Saint John.”

and young,

V.

XI. “ As Christian-man, I needs must keep the vow which Marstetten's heir was kind and true, but fiery, hot,

I have plight, When I am far in foreign land, remember thy true And readily he answer made with too presumptuous knight;

tongue; And cease, my dearest dame, to grieve, for vain were My noble lord, cast care away, and on your journey sorrow now,

wend, But grant thy Moringer his leave, since God hath And trust this charge to me until your pilgrimage heard his vow.”

have end.

VI.

XII. It was the noble Moringer from bed he made him “ Rely upon my plighted faith, which shall be truly boune,

tried, And met him there his Chamberlain, with ewer and To guard your lands, and ward your towers, and with with gown:

your vassals ride; He flung the mantle on his back, 'twas furr'd with And for your lovely Lady's faith, so virtuous and so miniver,

dear, He dipp'd his hand in water cold, and bathed his I'll gage my head it knows no change, be absent thirty

forehead fair.

year.”

VII.

XIII. “Now hear,” he said, “ Sir Chamberlain, true vassal The noble Moringer took cheer when thus he heard art thou mine,

him speak, And such the trust that I repose in that proved worth And doubt forsook his troubled brow, and sorrow left of thine,

his cheek; For seven years shalt thou rule my towers, and lead A long adieu he bids to all-hoists topsails, and away, my vassal train,

And wanders in Saint Thomas-land seven twelveAnd pledge thee for my Lady's faith till I return months and a day. again.”

XIV.
VIII.

It was the noble Moringer within an orchard slept, The Chamberlain was blunt and true, and sturdily When ou the Baron's slumbering sense a boding vision said he,

crept; “ Abide, my lord, and rule your own, and take this And whisper'd in his ear a voice, “ 'Tis time, Sir rede from me;

Knight, to wake, That woman's faith 's a brittle trust-Seven twelve- Thy lady and thy heritage another master take.

months didst thou say? I'll pledge me for no lady's truth beyond the seventh

XV. fair day.”

“ Thy tower another banner knows, thy steeds another

rein, IX.

And stoop them to another's will thy gallant vassal The noble Baron turn'd him round, his heart was full train;

And she, the Lady of thy love, so faithful once and His gallant Esquire stood him nigh, he was Marstet- fair, ten's heir,

This night within thy fathers' hall she weds Marstet. To whom he spoke right anxiously, “ Thou trusty ten's heir."

squire to me, Wilt thou receive this weighty trust when I am o'er

XVI. the sea ?

It is the noble Moringer starts up and tears his beard,

“ Oh would that I had ne'er been born! what tidings X.

have I heard ! “ To watch and ward my castle strong, and to protect To lose my lordship and my lands the less would be my land,

my care, And to the hunting or the host to lead my vassal But, God! that e'er a squire untrue should wed ny band;

Lady fair,

of care,

XVII.

XXIII. “ () good Saint Thomas, hear,” he pray'd,“ my patron It was the noble Moringer to climb the hill be Saint art thou,

gan, A traitor robs me of my land even while I pay my And stood before the bolted gate a woe and weary vow!

man; My wife he brings to infamy that was so pure of " Now help me, every saint in heaven that can comname,

passion take, And I am far in foreign land, and must endure the To gain the entrance of my hall this woful match to shame."

break.”

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XVIII.

XXIV. It was the good Saint Thomas, then, who heard his His very knock it sounded sad, his call was sad and pilgrim's prayer,

slow, And sent a sleep so deep and dead that it o'erpower'd For heart and head, and voice and hand, were heavy his care;

all with woe; He waked in fair Bohemian land outstretch'd beside And to the warder thus he spoke; “ Friend, to thy a rill,

Lady say, High on the right a castle stood, low on the left a A pilgrim from Saint Thomas-land craves harbour mill.

for a day.

XIX.

XXV. The Moringer he started up as one from spell un- “ I've wander'd many a weary step, my strength is bound,

wellnigh done, And dizzy with surprise and joy gazed wildly all And if she turn me from her gate I'll see no morrow's around;

sun; “ I know my fathers' ancient towers, the mill, the I pray, for sweet Saint Thomas' sake, a pilgrim's bed stream I know,

and dole, Now blessed be my patron Saint who cheer'd his and for the sake of Moringer's, her once-loved huspilgrim's woe.”

band's soul.”

X.

XXVI. He leant upon his pilgrim stail, and to the mill he It was the stalwart warder ihen he came bis dame drew,

before, So alter'd was his goodly form that none their master “A pilgrim, worn and travel-toild stands at the knew;

castle-door; The Baron to the miller said, “ Good friend, for And prays, for sweet Saint Thomas' sake, for harbour charity,

and for dole, Tell a poor palmer in your land what tidings may And for the sake of Moringer, thy noble husband's there be?”

soul.”

XXI.

XXVII. The miller answered him again, “ He knew of little | The Lady's gentle heart was moved, “Do up the news,

gate," she said, Save bat the Lady of the land did a new bridegroom“ And bid the wanderer welcome be to banquet and choose;

to bed; Her husband died in distant land, such is the constant And since he names my husband's name, so that he

word, Pis death sits heavy on our souls, he was a worthy These towers shall be his harbourage a twelvemonth Lord.

and a day."

lists to stay,

XXII.

XXVIII. “ Of him I held the little mill which wins me living It was the stalwart warder then undid the porta) free,

broad, God rest the Baron in his grave, he still was kind to It was the noble Moringer that o'er the threshold me!

strode; And when Saint Martin's tide comes round, and “ And have thou thanks, kind heaven,” he said, millers take their toll,

“though from a man of sin, The priest that prays for Moringer shall have both That the true lord stands here once more his castle. cope and stole."

gate within."

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XXXII.

Then might you see her start from seat, while tears “Chill flows the lay of frozen age,” 'twas thus the in torrents fell, pilgrim sung,

But whether 'twas for joy or woe, the ladies best can “Nor golden meed nor garment gay, unlocks his tell.

heavy tongue; Once did I sit, thou bridegroom gay, at board as rich

XXXIX. as thine,

But loud she utter'd thanks to Heaven, and every And by my side as fair a bride with all her charms

saintly power, was mine.

That had return’d the Moringer before the midnight

hour; XXXIII.

And loud she utter'd vow on vow, that never was « But time traced furrows on my face, and I grew there bride, silver-hair’d,

That had like her preserved her troth, or been so For locks of brown, and cheeks of youth, she left this sorely tried,

brow and beard; Once rich, but now a palmer poor, I tread life's latest

XL. stage,

“ Yes, here I claim the praise,” she said, “to conAnd mingle with your bridal mirth the lay of frozen stant matrons due,

Who keep the troth that they have plight, so sted

fastly and true; XXXIV.

For count the term howe'er you will, so that you It was the noble Lady there this woful lay that hears, count aright, And for the aged pilgrim's grief her eye was dimm’d Seven twelve-months and a day are out when bells with tears;

toll twelve to-night." She bade her gallant cupbearer a golden beaker take, And bear it to the palmer poor to quaff it for her sake.

XLI.

It was Marstetten then rose up, his falchion there he XXXV.

drew, It was the noble Moringer that dropp'd amid the wine He kneel'd before the Moringer, and down his weaA bridal ring of burning gold so costly and so fine:

pon threw;

age."

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