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He practised every pass and ward,
To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ;

of Zutphen to the Spaniards, for which good service he was after. wards poisoned by them, is said to have been the first who brought the rapier-fight into general use. Fuller, speaking of the swash bucklers, or bullies, of Queen Elizabeth's time, says—“West Smithfield was formerly called Ruffian's Hall, where such men usually met, casually or otherwise, to try masteries with sword and buckler. More were frightened than hurt, more hurt than killed therewith, it being accounted unmanly to strike beneath the knee. But since that desperate traitor Rowland Yorke first introduced thrusting with rapiers, sword and buckler are disused." In “The Two Angry Women of Abingdon,” a comedy, printed in 1599, we have a pathetic complaint:—“Sword and buckler fight begins to grow out of use. I am sorry for it: I shall never see good manhood again. If it be once gone, this poking fight of rapier and dagger will come up; then a tall man, and a good sword-and-buckler man, will be spitted like a cat or rabbit." But the rapier had upon the continent long superseded, in private duel, the use of sword and shield. The masters of the noble science of defence were chiefly Italians. They made great mystery of their art and mode of instruction, never suffered any person to be present but the scholar who was to be taught, and even examined closets, beds, and other places of possible concealment. Their lessons often gave the most treacherous advantages; for the challenger, having a right to choose his weapons, frequently selected some strange, unusual, and inconvenient kind of arms, the use which he practised under these instructors, and thus killed at his ease his antagonist, to whom it was presented for the first time on the field of battle. See BRANTOME'S Discourse on Duels, and the work on the same subject “ si gentement ecritby the venerable Dr Paris de Puteo. The Highlands ers continued to use broadsword and target until disarmed after the affair of 1745-6.

While less expert, though stronger far,
The Gael maintain’d unequal war. 1
Three times in closing strife they stood,
And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood;
No stinted draught, no scanty tide,
The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain,
And shower'd his blows like wintry rain;
And, as firm rock, or castle-roof,
Against the winter shower is proof,
The foe, invulnerable still,
Foil'd his wild rage by steady skill ;
Till, at advantage ta'en, his brand
Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand,
And backward borne upon the lea,
Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee.

XVI. “Now, yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!"“Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! • Let recreant yield, who fears to die.” 3

? [MS.—“Not Roderick thus, though stronger far,

More tall, and more inured to war."] 2 [This couplet is not in the MS.]

3 I have not ventured to render this duel so savagely desperate as that of the celebrated Sir Ewan of Lochiel, chief of the clan Cameron, called, from his sable complexion, Ewan Dhu. He was the last man in Scotland who maintained the royal cause during the great Civil War, and his constant incursions render

-Like adder darting from his coil,
Like wolf that dashes through the toil,
Like mountain-cat who guards her young,
Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung;2
Received, but reck’d.not of a wound,
And lock'd his arms his foeman round. -

ed him a very unpleasant neighbour to the republican garrison at Inverlochy, now Fort-William. The governor of the fort detached a party of three hundred men to lay waste Lochiel's possessions, and cut down his trees; but, in a sudden and desperate attack made upon them by the chieftain with very inferior numbers, they were almost all cut to pieces. The skirmish is detailed in a curious memoir of Sir Ewan's life, printed in the Appendix of Pennant's Scottish Tour.

“In this engagement, Lochiel himself had several wonderful escapes. In the retreat of the English, one of the strongest and bravest of the officers retired behind a bush, when he observed Lochiel pursuing, and seeing him unaccompanied with any, he lept out, and thought him his prey. They met one another with equal fury. The combat was long and doubtful: the English gentleman had by far the advantage in strength and size ; but Lochiel, exceeding him in nimbleness and agility, in the end tript the sword out of his hand : they closed and wrestled, till both fell to the ground in each other's arms. The English officer got above Lochiel, and pressed him hard, but stretching forth his neck, by attempting to disengage himself, Lochiel, who by this time had his hands at liberty, with his left hand seized him by the collar, and jumping at his extended throat, he bit it with his teeth quite through, and kept such a hold of his grasp, that he brought away his mouthful: this, he said, was the sweetest bit he ever had in his lifetime."-Vol. i. p. 375. 1 [MS.—". Yield they alone who fear to die.'

Like mountain-cat who guards her young,
Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung.")

Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own!
No maiden's hand is round thee thrown!
That desperate grasp thy frame might feel,
Through bars of brass and triple steel -
They tug, they strain! down, down they go,
The Gael above, Fitz-James below.
The Chieftain's gripe his throat compress'd,
His knee was planted in his breast;
His clotted locks he backward threw,
Across his brow his hand he drew,
From blood and mist to clear his sight,
Then gleam'd aloft his dagger bright!--
-But hate and fury ill supplied
The stream of life's exhausted tide,
And all too late the advantage came,
To turn the odds of deadly game;
For, while the dagger gleam'd on high,
Reel'd soul and sense, reel'd brain and eye
Down came the blow ! but in the heath
The erring blade found bloodless sheath.
The struggling foe may now unclasp
The fainting Chief's relaxing grasp;
Unwounded from the dreadful close,
But breathless all, Fitz-James arose.?

[MS.--"Panting and breathless on the sanus.

But all unwounded, now he stands.*1

XVII. He falter'd thanks to Heaven for life, Redeem’d, unhoped, from desperate strife ;? Next on his foe his look he cast, Whose every gasp appear'd his last; In Roderick’s gore he dipt the braid, “ Poor Blanche! thy wrongs are dearly paid : Yet with thy foe must die, or live, The praise that Faith and Valour give." With that he blew a bugle-note, Undid the collar from his throat, Unbonneted, and by the wave Sate down his brow and hands to lave. Then faint afar are heard the feet ? Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet; The sounds increase, and now are seen Four mounted squires in Lincoln green; Two who bear lance, and two who lead, By loosen'd rein, a saddled steed; Each onward held his headlong course, And by Fitz-James rein'd up his horse, With wonder view'd the bloody spot

“ Exclaim not, gallants ! question not.

1 [MS.—“Redeem'd, unhoped, from deadly strife ; Next on his foe his look he

cast,

Whose every breath appear'd his last."] 2 [VIS.-Faint and afar are heard the feet.")

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