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| The Honourable Lady Hood, daughter of the last Lord Seaforth, widow of Admiral Sir Samuel Hood, now Mrs. Stewart Mackenzie of Seaforth and Glasserton.-1833.

2 i. e. The clan of Maclean, literally the race of Gillian. 3 MS.--" Absence." 4 MS.-“ Midnight."

Nor then, with more delighted ear,

The circle round her drew, Than ours, when gather'd round to hear

Our songstress at Saint Cloud.

Few happy hours poor mortals pass,

Then give those hours their due, And rank among the foremost class

Our evenings at Saint Cloud.

Where, through battle's rout and reel,
Storm of shot and hedge of steel,
Led the grandson of Lochiel,

Valiant Fassiefern.
Through steel and shot he leads no more,
Low laid 'mid friends and foemen's gore-
But long his native lake's wild shore,
And Sunart rough, and high Ardgower,

And Morven long shall tell,
And proud Bennevis hear with awe,
How, upon bloody Quatre-Bras,
Brave Cameron heard the wild hurra

Of conquest as he fell.4

The Dance of Death.


Night and morning % were at meeting

Over Waterloo;
Cocks had sung their earliest greeting;

Faint and low they crew,
For no paly beam yet shone
On the heights of Mount Saint John;
Tempest-clouds prolong d the sway
Of timeless darkness over day;
Whirlwind, thunder-clap, and shower,
Mark'd it a predestined hour.
Broad and frequent through the night
Flash'd the sheets of levin-light;
Muskets, glancing lightnings back,
Show'd the dreary bivouac

Where the soldier lay,
Chill and stiff, and drench'd with rain,
Wishing dawn of morn again,

Though death should come with day.

'Lone on the outskirts of the host,
The weary sentinel held post,
And heard, through darkness far aloof,
The frequent clang' of courser's hoof,
Where held the cloak’d patrol their course,
And spurr’d 'gainst storm the swerving horse;
But there are sounds in Allan's ear,
Patrol nor sentinel may hear,
And sights before his eye aghast
Invisible to them have pass'd,

When down the destined plain,
"Twixt Britain and the bands of France,
Wild as marsh-borne meteor's glance,
Strange phantoms wheeld a revel dance,

And doom'd the future slain-
Such forms were seen, such sounds were heard,
When Scotland's James his march prepared

For Flodden's fatal plain; 6
Such, when he drew his ruthless sword,
As Choosers of the Slain, adored

The yet unchristen’s Dane.
An indistinct and phantom band,
They wheeld their ring-dance hand in hand,

With gestures wild and dread;
The Seer, who watch'd them ride the storm,
Saw through their faint and shadowy form

The lightning's flash more red;
And still their ghastly roundelay
Was of the coming battle-fray,

And of the destined dead.

'Tis at such a tide and hour,
Wizard, witch, and fiend have power,
And ghastly forms through mist and shower

Gleam on the gifted ken;
And then the affrighted prophet's ear
Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear
Presaging death and ruin near

Among the sons of men ;-
Apart from Albyn's war-array,

'Twas then grey Allan sleepless lay; ; Grey Allan, who, for many a day,

Had follow'd stout and stern,


Song. “ Wheel the wild dance While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud, And call the brave To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.

1 These lines were written after an evening spent at Saint Cloud with the late Lady Alvanley and her daughters, one of whom was the songstress alluded to in the text.

2 Originally published in 1815, in the Edinburgh Annual Register, rohy

3 MS." Dawn and darkness."
4 See note, ante, p. 505.
$ MS.--" Oft came the clang," &c.

6 See ante, Marmion, canto v., stanzas 24, 25, 26, and Appendix, Note 4 A., p. 165.

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1 The original of this ballad also was written and composed by the Duchesse de St. Leu. The translation has been set to music by Mr. Thomson. See his Collection of Scottish Songs. 1826.

* This trifle also is from the French Collection, found at Waterloo.-See Paul's Letters.

3 This song appears with Music in Mr. G. Thomson's Col. lection-1826. The foot-ball match on which it was written took place on December 5, 1815, and was also celebrated by the Ettrick Shepherd. Sce Life of Scotl, vol. v., pp. 112, 116



And each foresterblithe, from his mountain descending, Then up with the Banner, le forest winds fun her,
Bounds light o'er the heather to join in the game. She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more;

In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,

With heart and with hand, like our fathers before Then up with the Banner, lot forest winds fan her,

She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more;
In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,
With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.

Lullaby of an Infant Chief. When the Southern invader spread waste and disorder,

AIR-" Cadul gu lo.", At the glance of her crescents he paused and withdrew,

1815. For around them were marshall’d the pride of the Border,

I. The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of Buc

O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Then up with the Banner, &c.

Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;

The woods and the glens, from the towers which we A Stripling's weak hand' to our revel has borne her, see, No mail-glove has grasp'd ber, no spearmen sur- They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. round;

O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
But ere a bold foeman should scathe or should scorn

O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
A thousand true hearts would be cold on the ground.
Then up with the Banner, &c.

O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,

It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; We forget each contention of civil dissension,

Their bows would be bended, their blades would be And hail, like our brethren, HOME, DOUGLAS, and

red, CAR:

Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. And Elliot and Pringle in pastime shall mingle,

O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. As welcome in peace as their fathers in war.

111. Then up with the Banner, &c.

O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the wea- When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; ther,

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall,

For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. There are worse things in life than a tumble on hea

O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. ther, And life is itself but a game at foot-ball.

Then up with the Banner, &c.


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1 The bearer of the standard was the Author's eldest son. Mr. Terry's drama of “Guy Mannering.” [The “ Lullaby'

; "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody was first printed in Mr. Terry's drama : it was afterwards set Bomowhat different from the original, are sung in my friend to music in Thomson's Collection, 1822.)

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