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VI.

Why do these steeds stand ready dight?
Why watch these warriors, arm'd, by night?
They watch, to hear the blood-hound baying:
They watch, to hear the war-horn braying;
To see St. George's red cross streaming,
To see the midnight beacon gleaming:
They watch, against Southern force and guile,
Lest Scroop, or Howard, or Percy's powers,
Threaten Branksome's lordly towers,
From Warkworth, or Naworth, or merry
Carlisle.1

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,
Beside his broken spear.

Bards long shall tell,
How Lord Walter fell!2
When startled burghers fled, afar,
The furies of the Border war;
When the streets of high Dunedin3
Saw lances gleam, and falchions redden,
And heard the slogan's deadly yell-
Then the Chief of Branksome fell.

VIII.

Can piety the discord heal,

Or stanch the death-feud's enmity?
Can Christian lore, can patriot zeal,
Can love of blessed charity?
No! vainly to each holy shrine,

In mutual pilgrimage, they drew;
Implored, in vain, the grace divine

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!5

1 See Note C.

2 See Note D. 3 Edinburgh.

The war-cry, or gathering word, of a Border clan. Among other expedients resorted to for stanching the feud betwixt the Scotts and the Kerrs, there was a bond executed in 1529, between the heads of each clan, binding themselves to perform reciprocally the four principal pif grimages of Scotland, for the benefit of the souls of those of the opposite name who had fallen in the quarrel. This indenture is printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. i. But either it never took effect, or else the fend was renewed shortly afterwards.

Such pactions were not uncommon in feudal times; and, as night be expected, they were often, as in the present case, void of the effect desired. When Sir Walter Mauny, the renowned follower of Edward III., had taken the town of Ryol in Gascony, he remembered to have heard that his father lay there buried, and offered a hundred crowns to any who could show him his grave. A very old man appeared before Sir Walter, and informed him of the manner of his father's death, and the place of his sepulture. It seems the Lord of Mauny had, at a great tournament, unhorsed, and wounded to the death, a Gascon knight, of the house of Mirepoix, whose kins man was Bishop of Cambray. For this deed he was held at feud by the relations of the knight, until he agreed to undertake a pilgrimage to the shrine of St. James of Compostella, for the benefit of the soul of the deceased. But as he returned through the town of Ryol, after accomplishment of his vow, he was beset and treacherously slain, by the kindred of the knight whom he had killed. Sir Walter, guided by the old man, visited the lowly tomb of his father; and, having read the inscription, which was in Latin, he caused the body to be raised, and trans

IX.

In sorrow o'er Lord Walter's bier
The warlike foresters had bent;

And many a flower, and many a tear,

Old Teviot's maids and matrons lent: But o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropp'd nor flower nor tear! Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, 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,
Had lent their mingled tide:

Nor in her mother's alter'd eye
Dared she to look for sympathy.

Her lover, 'gainst her father's clan,
With Carr in arms had stood,1
When Mathouse-burn to Melrose ran,

All purple with their blood;

And well she knew, her mother dread, Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed,2 Would see her on her dying bed.

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1 The family of Ker, Kerr, or Carr, was very powerful on the Border. Fynes Morrison remarks, in his Travels, that their influence extended from the village of PrestonGrange in Lothian, to the limits of England. Cessford Castle, the ancient baronial residence of the family, is situated near the village of More battle, within two or three miles of the Cheviot Hills. It has been a place of great strength and consequence, but is now ruinous. dition affirms, that it was founded by Halbert, or Habby Kerr, a gigantic warrior, concerning whom many stories are current in Roxburghshire. The Duke of Roxburghe represents Kerr of Cessford. A distinct and powerful brauch of the same name own the Marquis of Lothian as their chief. Hence the distinction betwixt Kerrs of Cessford and Fairmibirst.

2 The Cranstouns. Lord Cranstonn, are an ancient Border family, whose chief seat was at Crailing, in Teviot dale. They were at this time at fend with the clan of Scott; for it appears that the Lady of Buccleuch, in 1557. beset the Laird of Cranstoun, seeking his life. Neverthe less, the same Cranstoun, or perhaps his son, was married to a daughter of the same lady.

3 See Note E.

4 Padua was long supposed, by the Scottish peasants, to be the principal school of necromancy. The Earl of

The name is spelt differently by the various families who bear it. Carr is selected, not as the most correct, but as the most ptical reading.

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And of his skill, as bards avow,

He taught that Ladye fair,
Till to her bidding she could bow
The viewless forms of air.2
And now she sits in secret bower,
In old Lord David's western tower,
And listens to a heavy sound,

That moans the mossy turrets round.

Is it the roar of Teviot's tide,

That chafes against the scaur's red side?
Is it the wind, that swings the oaks?
Is it the echo from the rocks?
What may it be, the heavy sound,

That means old Branksome's turrets round?

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Gowrie, slain at Perth, in 1600, pretended, during his studies in Italy, to have acquired some knowledge of the cabala, by which, he said, he could charm snakes, and work other iniracles; and, in particular, could produce

children without the intercourse of the sexes.-See the Examination of Wemyss of Bogie before the Privy Coun cil, concerning Gowrie's Conspiracy,

The shadow of a necromancer is independent of the sun. Glycas informs us, that Simon Magus caused his shadow to go before him, making people believe it was an attendant spirit.-HEYWOOD's Hierarchic. p. 475. The vulgar conceive, that when a class of students have made a certain progress in their mystic studies, they are obliged to run through a subterraneous hall, where the devil literally catches the hindmost in the race, unless he crosses the hall so speedily, that the arch-enemy can only apprebend his shadow. In the latter case, the person of the sage never after throws any shade; and those, who have thus lost their shadow, always prove the best magi

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The Ladye sought the lofty hall,
Where many a bold retainer lay,
And, with jocund din, among them all,
Her son pursued his infant play.
A fancied moss-trooper, the boy
The truncheon of a spear bestrode,
And round the hall, right merrily,
In mimic foray 2 rode.

Even bearded knights, in arms grown old,
Share in his frolic gambols bore,
Albeit their hearts of rugged mould,
Were stubborn as the steel they wore.
For the grey warriors prophesied,

How the brave boy, in future war,
Should tame the Unicorn's pride,
Exalt the Crescent and the Star.3

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XX.

The Ladye forgot her purpose high,
One moment, and no more;
One moment gazed with a mother's eye,
As she paused at the arched door:
Then from amid the armed train,
She call'd to her William of Deloraine.

XXI.

A stark moss-trooping Scott was he,
As c'er couch'd Border lance by knee:
Through Solway sands, through Tarras moss,
Blindfold, he knew the paths to cross;
By wily turns, by desperate bounds,
Had baffled Percy's best blood-hounds; ?
In Eske, or Liddel, fords were none,
But he would ride them, one by one;
Alike to him was time or tide,
December's snow, or July's pride;
Alike to him was tide or time,
Moonless midnight, or matin prime:
Steady of heart, and stout of hand,
As ever drove prey from Cumberland;
Five times outlawed had he been,

By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.

XXII.

"Sir William of Deloraine, good at need,
Mount thee on the wightest steed;
Spare not to spur, nor stint to ride,
Until thou come to fair Tweedside;
And in Melrose's holy pile
Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle.
Greet the Father well from me;

Say that the fated hour is come,
And to-night he shall watch with thee,
To win the treasure of the tomb:
For this will be St. Michael's night,
And, though stars be dim, the moon is bright;
And the Cross, of bloody red,

Will point to the grave of the mighty dead.

XXIII.

"What he gives thee, see thou keep;
Stay not thou for food or sleep:
Be it scroll, or be it book,

Into it, Knight, thou must not look;
If thou readest, thou art lorn!
Better had'st thou ne'er been born."-

XXIV.

"O swiftly can speed my dapple-grey steed, Which drinks of the Teviot clear;

Ere break of day," the Warrior 'gan say,
Again will I be here:

And safer by nene may thy errand be done,
Than, noble dame, by me;
Letter nor line know I never a one,
Were't my neck-verse at Hairibec. "3

1 See Note II.

See Note 1.

3 Hairibee, the place of executing the Border marauders at Carlisle. The neck-verse is the beginning of the 51st Palm, Miserere mei, &c., anciently read by criminals viaiming the benefit of clergy.

XXV.

Soon in his saddle sate he fast,
And soon the steep descent he past,
Soon cross'd the sounding barbican,1
And soon the Teviot side he won.
Eastward the wooded path he rode,
Green hazels o'er his basnet nod;
He pass'd the Peel of Goldiland.

And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand;
Dimly he view'd the Moat-hill's mound,
Where Druid shades still flitted round :3
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.

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,
For many a mile, the Roman way.5

XXVII.

A moment now he slack'd his speed,
A moment breathed his panting steed;
Drew saddle-girth and corslet-band,
And loosen'd in the sheath his brand.
On Minto-crags the moonbeams glint,
Where Barnhill hew'd his bed of flint;
Who flung his outlaw'd limbs to rest,
Where falcons hang their giddy nest,
Mid cliffs, from whence his eagle eye
For many a league his prey could spy;
Cliffs, doubling, on their echoes borne,
The terrors of the robber's horn;
Cliffs, which, for many a later year,
The warbling Doric reed shall hear,
When some sad swain shall teach the grove,
Ambition is no cure for love!

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.

1 Barbican, the defence of the outer gate of a feudal castle.

Peel, a Border tower.

3 This is a round artificial mount near Hawick, which, from its name (fot. Ang. Six. Concilium, Conventus), was probably anciently used as a place for assembling a national council of the adjacent tribes. There are many such mounds in scotland, and they are sometimes, but rarely, of a square form.

4 The estate of Hazeldean, corruptly Hassendean, belonged formerly to a family of Scotts, thus commemorated by Satcheils:

"Hassendean came without a call.

The ancientest house among them all."

5 An ancient Roman road, crossing through part of Roxburghshire.

See Note K.

7 See Note L.

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In bitter mood he spurred fast,
And soon the hated heath was past;
And far beneath, in lustre wan,
Old Melros' rose, and fair Tweed ran:
Like some tall rock with lichens gray,
Scem'd dimly huge, the dark Abbaye.
When Hawick he pass'd, had curfew rung,

Now midnight lauds3 were in Melrose sung.
The sound, upon the fitful gale,

In solemn wise did rise and fail,

Like that wild harp, whose magic tone

Is waken'd by the winds alone.

HERE paused the harp; and with its swell
The Master's fire and courage fell:
Dejectedly, and low, he bow'd,
And, gazing timid on the crowd,
He seem'd to seek, in every eye,
If they approved his minstrelsy;
And, diffident of present praise,
Somewhat he spoke of former days,
And how old age, and wand'ring long.
Had done his hand and harp some wing.
The Duchess, and her daughters fair,
And every gentle lady there,
Each after each, in due degree,
Gave praises to his melody;

His hand was true, his voice was clear,
And much they long'd the rest to hear.
Encouraged thus, the Aged Man,
After meet rest, again began.

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Then go but go alone the while

But when Melrose he reach'd, 'twas silence all; Then view St. David's ruin'd pile ;?

He meetly stabled his steed in stall,
And sought the convent's lonely wall.4

1 Barded, or barbed,-applied to a horse accoutred with defensive arinour.

Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford, now demolished. About a quarter of a mile to the northward lay the field of battle betwixt Buccleuch and Angus, which is called to this day the Skirmish Field.-See

Note C.

And, home returning, soothly swear,
Was never scene so sad and fair!

11.

Short halt did Deloraine make there;
Little reck'd he of the scene so fair:
With dagger's hilt, on the wicket strong,
He struck full loud, and struck full long.
The porter hurried to the gate-

Lauds, the midnight service of the Catholic church.
4 The ancient and beautiful monastery of Melrose was
founded by King David I. Its ruins afford the finest
ecimen of Gothic architecture and Gothic sculpture And straight the wicket open'd wide:

"Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?""From Branksome I," the warrior cried ;

which Scotland can boast. The stone of which it is built, though it has resisted the weather for so many ages, retains perfect sharpness, so that even the most ininute ernaments seem as entire as when newly wrought. In Some of the cloisters, as is hinted in the next Canto, there are representations of flowers, vegetables, &c. carved in stone with accuracy and precision so delicate, that we altest distrust our seuses, when we consider the difficulty of subjuting so hard a substance to such intricate and exquisite modulation. This superb convent was dedicated to St. Mary, and the monks were of the Cistertian order. At the time of the Reformation, they shared in the general reproach of sensuality and irregularity, thrown upon the Roman churchmen. The old words of Galashiels,

a favourite Scottish air, ran thus:

O the monks of Melrose made gude kale 1
On Fridays when they fasted:

They wanted neither beef nor ale,
As long as their neighbours' lasted.

1 Kale, Broth,

For Branksome's Chiefs had in battle stood,
To fence the rights of fair Melrose;
And lands and livings, many a rood,
Had gifted the shrine for their souls'

repose.

1 The buttresses, ranged along the sides of the ruins of Melrose Abbey, are, according to the Gothic style, richie carved and fretted, containing niches for the statues of saints, and labelled with scrolls, bearing appropriate texts of Scripture. Most of these statues have been demolished.

2 David I. of Scotland, purchase 1 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 obser vation of his successor, that he was a sore saint for the

crown.

The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the Abbey of Melrose. As early as the reign of Robert 11..

III.

Bold Deloraine his errand said;
The porter bent his humble head;
With torch in hand, and feet unshod,
And noiseless step, the path he trod :
The arched cloister, far and wide,
Rang to the warrior's clanking stride;
Till, stooping low his lofty crest,

He enter'd the cell of the ancient priest,
And lifted his barred aventayle,

To hail the Monk of St. Mary's aisle.

IV.

"The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me;
Says, that the fated hour is come,
And that to-night I shall watch with thee,
To win the treasure of the tomb."-
From sackcloth couch the Monk arose,
With toil his stiffen'd limbs he rear'd;
A hundred years had flung their snows
On his thin locks and floating beard.

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. Would'st thou thy every future year

In ceaseless prayer and penance drie, Yet wait thy latter end with fear

Then, daring Warrior, follow me!"

VI.

"Penance, father, will I none;
Prayer know I hardly one;

For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry,
Save to patter an Ave Mary,
When I ride on a Border foray.2
Other prayer can I none;

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,
Where, cloister'd round, the garden lay;
The pillar'd arches were over their head,

And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead. 1

VIII.

Spreading herbs, and flowerets bright,
Glisten'd with the dew of night;

Nor herb, nor floweret, glisten'd there,
But was carved in the cloister-arches as fair.
The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon,
Then into the night he looked forth;
And red and bright the streamers light
Were dancing in the glowing north.
So had he seen, in fair Castile,

The youth in glittering squadrons start; ? Sudden the flying jennet wheel,

And hurl the unexpected dart.

He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, That spirits were riding the northern light.

IX.

By a steel-clenched postern door,

They enter'd now the chancel tall; The darken'd roof rose high aloof

On pillars lofty and light and small: The key-stone, that lock'd each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ;

The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars, with cluster'd shafts so trin, With base and with capital flourish'd around, Seem'd bundles of lances which garlands had bound.

X.

Full many a scutcheon and banner riven, Shook to the cold night-wind of heaven,

Around the screened altar's pale; And there the dying lamps did burn, Before thy low and lonely urn,

O gallant Chief of Otterburne!4

And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale! $ O fading honours of the dead! high ambition, lowly laid!

So speed ine my errand, and let me be gone."O

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.

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

1 Arentayle, visor of the helmet.

2 The Borderers were, as may be supposed, very igno rant about religious matters. Colville, in his Paranesis. or Admonition, states, that the reformed divines were so far from undertaking distant journeys to convert the Heathen, as I wold wis at God that ye wold only go bot to the Hielands and Borders of our own realm, to gain our awin countreymen, who, for lack of preching and ministration of the sacraments, must, with tyme, becum either infidells, or atheists." But we learn, from Lesley, that, however deficient in real religion, they regularly told their beads, and never with ere zeal than wheu going on a plundering expedition.

i The cloisters were frequently used as places of sepul ture. An instance occurs in Dryburgh Abbey, where the cloister has an inscription, bearing, Hic jacet frater Archibaldus.

2 See Note M.

3 Corbells, the projections from which the arches spring. usually cut in a fantastic face, or mask.

4 The famous and desperate battle of Otterburne was fought 15th August, 1558, betwixt Heury Percy, called Hotspur, and James, Earl of Douglas. Both these re nowned champions were at the head of a chosen body of troops, and they were rivals in military fame; so that Froissart affirms, " Of all the hattayles and encounteryngs that I have made mencion of here before in all this hys tory, great or smalle, this battayle that I treat of nowe was one of the sorest and best foughten, without cowardes or faynte hertes: for there was neyther knyghte nor squyer but that dyde his devoyre, and foughte hande to hande. This batayle was lyke the batayle of Becherell, the which was valiauntly fought and endured." The issue of the conflict is well known: Percy was made prisoner, and the Scots won the day, dearly purchased by the death of their gallant general, the Earl of Douglas, who was slain in the action. He was buried at Melrose, beneath the high altar. "His obsequye was done reverently, and on his bodye layde a tombe of stone, and his haner hangyng over hym."-FROISSART, vol. ii. P. 165.

5 See Note N.

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