Her faithful guardian he will be, Nor sue for slightest courtesy That e'en to stranger falls, Till he shall place her, safe and free, He spoke, and blush'd with carnest grace; And Clare's worst fear relieved. To curse with candle, bell, and book. XXXI. The Abbess, seeing strife was vain, For much of state she had,- And, when he shall there written see, Prancing in pride of earthly trust, God judge 'twixt Marmion and me; And I a poor recluse; Yet oft, in holy writ, we see For thus, inspired, did Judith slay And Jael thus, and Deborah "- Will sharper sermon teach. Come, don thy cap, and mount thy horse; The Dame must patience take perforce." 1 This relates to the catastrophe of a real Robert de Mar mion, in the reign of King Stephen, whom William of Newbury describes with some attributes of my fictitious hero: "Homo bellicosus, ferocia, et astucia, fere nullo suo tempore impar." This Baron, having expelled the Monks from the church of Coventry, was not long of experiencing the divine judgment, as the same monks, no doubt, termed his disaster. Having waged a feudal war with the Earl of Chester, Marmion's horse fell, as he charged in the van of his troop, against a body of the Earl's followers: the rider's thigh being broken by the fall, his head was cut off by a common foot soldier, ere he could receive any succour. The whole story is told by William of Newbury. XXXII. Submit we then to force," said Clare, "But let this barbarous lord despair His purposed aim to win; Let him take living, land, and life; And if it be the King's decree, In that inviolable dome, Where even a homicide might come, And safely rest his head, Though at its open portals stood, Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood, Where kings have little power. Of every simple nun. His eyes the gentle Eustace dried, And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide. And gently led away her steed, XXXIII. But scant three miles the band had rode, And, sudden, close before them show'd On a projecting rock they rose, And round three sides the ocean flows, By narrow drawbridge, outworks strong. XXXIV. Here did they rest.-The princely care Or why the tidings say, And, first, they heard King James had won King James was dallying off the day At length they heard the Scottish host When such a field is near! INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH. ΤΟ RICHARD HEBER, ESQ. Mertoun-House, Christmas. HEAP on more wood!-the wind is chill; 1 The lol of the heathen Danes (a word still applied to Christmas in Scotland) was solemnized with great fes tity. The humour of the Danes at table displayed itself in pelting each other with bones; and Torfæus tells a loug and curious tory, in the History of Hrolfe Kraka, of one Hotins, an innate of the Court of Denmark, who was so generally assailed with these missiles, that he constructed, out of the bones with which he was overwhelmed, a very respectable intrenchment, against those who continued the raillery. The dances of the northern warriors round the great fires of pine-trees, are cominemorated by Olaus Magnus, who says, they danced with such fury, holding eachother by the bands, that, if the grasp of any failed. he was patched into the fire with the velocity of a sling. The sufferer, on such occasions, was instantly plucked out, and obliged to quaff off a certain ineasure of ale, as a penalty for "spoiling the king's fire." Then in his low and pine-built hall, And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had roll'd, And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night; On Christmas eve the bells were rung; Then open'd wide the Baron's hall 1 In Roman Catholic countries, mass is never said at night, except on Christmas eve. Each of the frolics with which that holyday used to be celebrated, might admit of a long and curious note; but I shall content inyself with the following description of Christmas, and his attributes, as personified in one of Ben Jonson's Masques for the Court. "Enter CHRISTMAS, with two or three of the Guard. He is attired in round hose, long stockings, a close doublet, a high-crowned hat, with a brooch, a long thin beard, a truncheon, little ruffs, white shoes, his scarfs and garters tied cross, and his drum beaten before him.-The names of his children, with their attires: Miss-Rule, in a velvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, great yellow ruff, like a reveller; his torch-bearer bearing a rope, a cheese, and a basket-Caroll, a long tawny coat, with a red cap, and a flute at his girdle; his torch-bearer carrying a song-book open-Mine'd-pie, like a fine cook's wife, drest neat, her man carrying a pie, dish, and spoons;-Gamboll, like a tumbler, with a hoop and bells his torch-bearer arm'd with cole-staff, and blinding cloth; -Post and Pair, with a pair-royal of aces in his hat, bis garment all done over with pairs and purs: his squire carrying a box, cards, and counters;-New-year's-Gift, in a blue coat, serving-man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary gilt on his head, his hat full of brooches, with a collar of gingerbread; his torch-bearer carrying a march-pam, with a bottle of wine on either arm;-Mumming, in a masquing pied suit, with a visor; his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it-Wassal, like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown bowl, drest with ribbands, and rosemary, before her:-Offering, in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand; a wyth borne before him, and a bason, by his torch-bearer;-Baby Cocke, drest like a boy, in a fine long coat, biggin, lb, muckender, and a little dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, The wassel round, in good brown bowls, Still linger, in our northern clime, 1 It seems certain, that the Mummers of England, who (in Northumberland at least) used to go about in disguise to the neighbouring houses, bearing the then useless ploughshare; and the Guisards of Scotland, not yet in total disuse, present, in some indistinct degree, a shadow of the old mysteries, which were the origin of the English drama. In Scotland, (me ipso teste,) we were wont, during my boyhood, to take the characters of the apostles, at least of Peter, Paul, and Judas Iscariot; the first had the keys, the second carried a sword, and the last the bag. in which the dole of our neighbours' plum-cake was deposited. One played a champion, and recited some traditional rhymes; another was "Alexander, King of Macedon, Who conquer'd all the world but Scotland alone: When he came to Scotland his courage grew cold, To see a little nation courageous and bold." These, and many such verses, were repeated, but by rote. and unconnectedly. There was also, occasionally, I believe, a Saint George. In all, there was a confused resemblance of the ancient mysteries, in which the characters of Scripture, the Nine Worthies, and other popular perBonages, were usually exhibited. It were inch to be wished that the Chester Mysteries were published from the MS. in the Museum, with the aunotations which a diligent investigator of popular antiquities might still supply. The late acute and valuable antiquary, Mr. Ritson, showed me several memoranda towards such a task, which are probably now dispersed or lost. See, however, his Remarks on Shakspeare, 1783, p. 38. Since the first edition of Marmion "appeared, this subject has received much elucidation from the learned and extensive labours of Mr. Donce; and the Chester Mysteries have been printed in a style of great elegance and ac curacy, (in 1818,) by Bensley and Sons, London, for the Roxburghe Club. 1830. For course of blood, our proverbs deem, And honest mirth with thoughts divine: In these dear halls, where welcome kind Is with fair liberty combined; Where cordial friendship gives the hand, And flies constraint the magic wand Of the fair dame that rules the land. Little we heed the tempest drear, While music, mirth, and social cheer, Speed on their wings the passing year. And Mertoun's halls are fair e'en now, When not a leaf is on the bough. Tweed loves them well, and turns again, As loath to leave the sweet domain, And holds his mirror to her face, And clips her with a close embrace:Gladly as he, we seek the dome, And as reluctant turn us home. "3 How just that, at this time of glee,` My thoughts should, Heber, turn to thee! For many a merry hour we've known, And heard the chimes of midnight's tone. Cease, then, my friend! a moment cease, And leave these classic tomes in peace! Of Roman and of Grecian lore, Sure mortal brain can hold no more. These ancients, as Noll Bluff might say, Were "pretty fellows in their day; But time and tide o'er all prevailOn Christmas eve a Christinas taleOf wonder and of war-" Profane! What! leave the lofty Latian strain, Her stately prose, her verse's charms, To hear the clash of rusty arms: In Fairy Land or Limbo lost, To jostle conjurer and ghost, Goblin and witch!"- -Nay, Heber dear, Before you touch my charter, hear; Though Leyden aids, alas! no more, My cause with many-languaged lore, This I say:-in realms of death may Ulysses meets Alcides' wraith; Eneas, upon Thracia's shore, The ghost of murder'd Polydore; For omens, we in Livy cross, At every turn, locutus Bos. As grave and duly speaks that ox, As if he told the price of stocks; Or held, in Rome Republican, The place of Common-councilman. "Blood is warmer than water."- a proverb meant to vindicate our family predilections. 2 See Note O. 3 Hannibal was a pretty fellow, sir-a very pretty fellow in his day."-Old Bachelor. All nations have their omens drear, And shun "the spirit's Blasted Tree."1 He walks among the sons of men. Did'st e'er, dear Heber, pass along Amass'd through rapine and through wrong A Huntsman sits, its constant guard; Whose withering glance no heart can brook, To chase the fiend, and win the prize, 1 See Note P. 7 The Daoine thi", or Men of Peace, of the Scottish Highlanders, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar, than the English Fairies. Notwithstanding their natne, they are, if not absolutely malevolent, at least peevish, discontented, and apt to do mischief on slight provoca tion. The belief of their existence is deeply impressed on the Highlanders, who think they are particularly offended at mortals, who talk of them, who wear their favourite Colour green, or in any respect interfere with their affairs. This is especially to be avoided on Friday, when, whether as dedicated to Venus, with whom, in Germany, this subterraneous people are held nearly connected, or for a more solemn reason, they are more active, and possessed of greater power. Some curious particulars concerning the popular superstitions of the Highlanders may be found in Dr. Graham's Picturesque Sketches of Perthshire. The journal of the friend, to whom the Fourth Canto of the poem is inscribed, furnished me with the following account of a striking superstition : **Passed the pretty little village of Franchémont, (near Spaw.) with the romantic ruins of the old castle of the Counts of that name. The road leads through many delightful vales, on a rising ground; at the extremity of one of them stands the ancient castle, now the subject of many superstitions legends. It is firmly believed by the neighbouring peasantry, that the last Baron of Franchéiont deposited, in one of the vaults of the castle, a ponderous chest, containing an immense treasure in gold and silver, which, by some magic spell, was intrusted to the care of the Devil, who is constantly found sitting on the An aged Necromantic Priest; It is an hundred years at least, Such general superstition may CANTO SIXTH. THE BATTLE. 1. WHILE great events were on the gale, 1 See Note L. K Whilst these things were, the mournful Clare The formal state, the lengthen'd prayer, II. I said, Tantallon's dizzy steep Which, when the tempest vex'd the sky, Did seaward round the castle go. And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign; The billows burst, in ceaseless flow, Upon the precipice below. Where'er Tantallon faced the land, Now her bright locks, with sunny glow, Remain'd a cross with ruby stone; On that which in her hand she bore, In such a place, so lone, so grim, To meet a form so richly dress'd, Fitz-Eustace, loitering with his bow, And did by Mary swear, Some love-lorn Fay she might have been, IV. Once walking thus, at evening tide, Gate-works, and walls, were strongly mann'd; My heart could neither melt nor burn? No need upon the sea-girt side; The steepy rock, and frantic tide, And thus these lines, and ramparts rude, III. And, for they were so lonely, Clare And list the sea-bird's cry; Or slow, like noontide ghost, would glide Look down with weary eye. So Douglas bade, the hood and veil, Or lie my warm affections low, With him, that taught them first to glow? To pay thy kindness grateful due, 1 "I shall only produce one instance more of the great veneration paid to Lady Hilda, which still prevails even in these our days; and that is, the constant opinion, that she rendered, and still renders, herself visible, on solue occasions, in the Abbey of Streaushalh, or Whitby, where she so long resided. At a particular time of the year, (viz. in the summer months,) at ten or eleven in the forenoon, the sunbeams fall in the inside of the northern part of the choir; and 'tis then that the spectators, who stand on the west side of Whitby churchyard, so as just to see the most northerly part of the abbey past the north end of Whitby church, inagine they perceive, in one of the highest windows there, the resemblance of a woman, arrayed in a shroud. Though we are certain this is only a reflection caused by the splendour of the sunbeams, yet fame reports it, and it is constantly believed among the vulgar, to be an appearance of Lady Hilda in her shroud, or rather in a glorified state; before which, I make no doubt, the Papists, even in these our days, offer up their prayers with as much zeal and devotion, as before any other inage of their most glorified saint."-CHARLTON'S History of Whitby, p. 33. |