this way, to impart a much greater dignity and more powerful interest to his production, than could ever be obtained by the unskilful and unsteady delineations of the old romancers. Nothing, we think, can afford a finer illustration of this remark, than the opening stanzas of the whole poem; they transport us at once into the days of knightly daring and feudal hostility, at the same time that they suggest, in a very interesting way, all those softer sentiments which arise out of some parts of the description."-JEFFREY. See Appendix, Note B. 2 See Appendix, Note C. 8 See Appendix, Note D, and compare these stanzas with the description of Jamie Telfer's appearance at BranksomeHall, (Border Minstrelsy, vol. ii. p. 5,) to claim the protection of "Auld Buccleuch"-and the ensuing scene, (page 9,)— VII. Such is the custom of Branksome-Hall. Many a valiant knight is here; But he, the chieftain of them all, His sword hangs rusting on the wall, Bards long shall tell How Lord Walter fell !5 When startled burghers fied, afar, VIII. Can piety the discord heal, Or stanch the death-feud's enmity? In mutual pilgrimage, they drew ; For chiefs, their own red falchions slew: While Cessford owns the rule of Carr, While Ettrick boasts the line of Scott, The slaughter'd chiefs, the mortal jar, The havoc of the feudal war, Shall never, never be forgot ! IX. In sorrow o'er Lord Walter's bier Old Teviot's maids and matrons lent: Had lock'd the source of softer woe; And burning pride, and high disdain, Forbade the rising tear to flow; Until, amid his sorrowing clan, Her son lisp'd from the nurse's knee"And if I live to be a man, My father's death revenged shall be !" Then fast the mother's tears did seek To dew the infant's kindling cheek. X. All loose her negligent attire, All loose her golden hair, Hung Margaret o'er her slaughter'd sire, And wept in wild despair, But not alone the bitter tear Had filial grief supplied; For hopeless love, and anxious fear, XI. Of noble race the Ladye came, Of Bethune's line of Picardie :3 By feat of magic mystery; For when, in studious mood, he paced St. Andrew's cloister'd hall, 5 His form no darkening shadow traced Upon the sunny wall!" XII. And of his skill, as bards avow, That chafes against the scaur's red side? That moans old Branksome's turrets round? XIII. At the sullen, moaning sound, The ban-dogs bay and howl; 1 See Appendix, Note G. (The name is spelt differently by the various families who bear it. Carr is selected, not as the most correct, but as the most poetical reading.) 2 See Appendix, Note H. 3 Sce Appendix, Note I. ♦ See Appendix, Note K. And, from the turrets round, Loud whoops the startled owl. From the sound of Teviot's tide, The Ladye knew it well! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke, And he called on the Spirit of the Fell. XV. RIVER SPIRIT. "Sleep'st thou, brother?"— MOUNTAIN SPIRIT. "Brother, nay— On my hills the moon-beams play. Merry elves their morris pacing, Trip it deft and merrily. Up, and mark their nimble feet! XVI. RIVER SPIRIT. "Tears of an imprison'd maiden XVII. MOUNTAIN SPIRIT. "Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll, Twinkling faint, and distant far, 5 First Edition-" St. Kentigerne's hall."-St. Mungo, or Kentigerne, is the patron saint of Glasgow. 6 See Appendix, Note L. 7 See Appendix, Note M. & Scaur, a precipitous bank of earth. XVIII. The unearthly voices ceast, And the heavy sound was still; It died on the river's breast, It died on the side of the hill. But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near; For it rung in the Ladye's bower, And it rung in the Ladye's ear. She raised her stately head, And her heart throbb'd high with pride:"Your mountains shall bend, And your streams ascend, Ere Margaret be our foeman's bride!” XIX. The Ladye sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, In mimic foray 2 rode. Even bearded knights, in arms grown old, How the brave boy, in future war, Exalt the Crescent and the Star.4 XX. The Ladye forgot her purpose high, XXI. A stark moss-trooping Scott was he, 1 See Appendix, Note N. 2 Foray, a predatory inroad. 3 This line, of which the metre appears defective, would have its full complement of feet according to the pronunciation of the poet himself-as all who were familiar with his utterance of the letter will bear testimony.-ED. 4 See Appendix, Note O. 5 Ibid. Note P. 6 Ibid. Note Q. 7 Hairibee, the place of executing the Border marauders at Carlisle. The neck-verse is the beginning of the 51st Psalm, Alike to him was tide or time, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen. XXII. "Sir William of Deloraine, good at need, Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle. Say that the fated hour is come, To win the treasure of the tomb: For this will be St. Michael's night, Will point to the grave of the mighty dead. In Hawick twinkled many a light; Behind him soon they set in night; And soon he spurr'd his courser keen Beneath the tower of Hazeldean.1 XXVI. The clattering hoofs the watchmen mark ;"Stand, ho! thou courier of the dark."— "For Branksome, ho!" the knight rejoin'd, And left the friendly tower behind. He turn'd him now from Teviotside, And, guided by the tinkling rill, Northward the dark ascent did ride, And gained the moor at Horsliehill; Broad on the left before him lay, XXVII. A moment now he slack'd his speed, XXVIII. Unchallenged, thence pass'd Deloraine, To ancient Riddel's fair domain, Where Aill, from mountains freed, Down from the lakes did raving come; Each wave was crested with tawny foam, Like the mane of a chestnut steed. In vain! no torrent, deep or broad, Might bar the bold moss-trooper's road. XXIX. At the first plunge the horse sunk low, 1 See Appendix, Note S. The warrior's very plume, I say Was daggled by the dashing spray ; Yet, through good heart, and Our Ladye's grace, At length he gain'd the landing place. XXX. Now Bowden Moor the march-man won, XXXI. In bitter mood he spurred fast, In solemn wise did rise and fail, Like that wild harp, whose magic tone Is waken'd by the winds alone. But when Melrose he reach'd, 'twas silence all; He meetly stabled his steed in stall, And sought the convent's lonely wall. HERE paused the harp; and with its swell His hand was true, his voice was clear, 6 Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford, now An ancient Roman road, crossing through part of Rox- demolished. About a quarter of a mile to the northward lay burghshire. the field of battle betwixt Buccleuch and Angus, which is called to this day the Skirmish Field.-See Appendix, Note D. Lauds, the midnight service of the Catholic church. 8 See Appendix, Noto V. The Lay of the Last Minstrel. CANTO SECOND. I. IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,' When the broken arches are black in night, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ;2 And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go but go alone the while-- II. Short halt did Deloraine make there; "Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?" Had gifted the shrine for their souls' repose. III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; "In the description of Melrose, which introduces the Second Canto, the reader will observe how skilfully the Author calls in the aid of sentimental associations to heighten the effect of the picture which he presents to the eye."-JEFFREY. 2 See Appendix, Note W. 3 David I. of Scotland, purchased the reputation of sanctity, by founding, and liberally endowing, not only the monastery of Melrose, but those of Kelso, Jedburgh, and many others; which led to the well-known observation of his successor, that he was a sore saint for the crown. And lifted his barred aventayle," IV. "The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me; V. And strangely on the Knight look'd he, And his blue eyes gleam'd wild and wide; "And, darest thou, Warrior! seek to see What heaven and hell alike would hide? My breast, in belt of iron pent, With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn; For threescore years, in penance spent, My knees those flinty stones have worn; Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should ne'er be known. VI. "Penance, father, will I none; For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry, When I ride on a Border foray. So speed me my errand, and let me be gone." VII. Again on the Knight look'd the Churchman old, And again he sighed heavily; For he had himself been a warrior bold, And fought in Spain and Italy. And he thought on the days that were long since by When his limbs were strong, and his courage was high: Now, slow and faint, he led the way, And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead.7 4 The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the Abbey of Melrose. As early as the reign of Robert II., Robert Scott, Baron of Murdieston and Rankleburn, (now Buccleuch,) gave to the monks the lands of Hinkery, in Ettrick Forest, pro salute animæ suæ.-Chartulary of Melrose, 28th May, 1415. 5 Aventayle, visor of the helmet. 6 See Appendix, Note X. 7 The cloisters were frequently used as places of sepulture. An instance occurs in Dryburgh Abbey, where the cloister has an inscription, bearing, Hic jacet frater Archibaldus. |