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ling minstrel-though & rustic em- Lilly-cross to Harpinglen is but three bassy regarding the priine prop and pleasant milés, and I shall be with pillar of human life has certainly a thee at sunset to-morrow. Ah! my sound less lofty and regal than a mise bonnie lad, o'er the stately groves of sion concerning fox-furs and beaver, thy native glen I could have thrown a lard :
Gudeman of Lillycross, my dainsel's lace-cap before I had down mother will send you with the morn on my chin, and stood on the green ing sun a score of sickles, and willing bank of Ae, and hung my harp on the hands to use them. Her own corn is topmost bough. Thy ancestor said reaped, and I hope our good neigh- when he planted them, Minstrel, they bour will oblige us with so small a re- will make my coffin and thine. Alas! quest.' Oblige thee, my sweet lad, the deep and deadly Solway prevented Ronald Rodan !' said the Cameronian, the first part of his saying to come to extending his hand, and rising as he pass; my son, prepare for the latter spoke out of the moorland dialect of part of the proinise.' The old man Dumfriesshire, into what he called his paused ; and passing his long, and pure Bible English, ever reserved for white, and palsied fingers over the an important occasion, thou art a bared head, and brow, and cheek of discreet youth to put kindness to me the youth, said, with a voice that rose under so gentle a name. I thank at once from the deepest depression to Rachel Rodan and thee for their wel. the sedatest joy, ' Aye, aye, it will all come offer, and accept it with glad- come to pass; I said it, my son, when
But come thou thyself and thou wert smiling on thy mother's guide the wilful people of thy harvest- knee, and mine eyes were bright and boon ; for mine own be evil-doers, and discerning and I say it now, when I may not chasten them.' So saying, they are waxed dim and sightless he took the hand of the youth, and that Ronald Rodan will honour the welcomed him with one of those cor- song and the harpstring. Take, theredial and continued shakes which come fore, my harp, my son--thine hands from a warm heart. Ere the youth are not unused to the strings—and, could seat himself, the old border touching it sweetly, give to mine aged harper arose and said, 'My own sweet ear one of thy newest songs. The boy, my own sweet minstrel, come yonth took the harp, and turned round, hither; I can tell the sound of thy wishing silently to consult the Camevoice among the music of an hundred ronian on the propriety of gratifying harps-it is pleasanter to mine ear the old wanderer. But the harper's than them all. Come hither, my son, ear, with a precision which belongs and let me feel thy hands and thy only to the blind, detected this apface-for theleaves are now brown that peal, and, with his face slightly cowere budding when we parted, and o loured, said, “Alas! my son, whom but it be long since I heard thee speak. dost thou ask to be honoured ? is the I must bid thee farewell—for the win, ancient love of divine song dead among ter is coming ;' and the old blind man us? and who is the man who is not gave his head one of those resigned honoured with the harp-string's thrill, but prophetic shakes, which, in its and the gifted tongue that utters the melancholy silence, betokens death things that are immortal ?
I was and the grave.
O Bernard de Ave- young, and I am now old ; but from lyne,' said the youth, clasping the the shepherd's shealing of turf and minstrel's right hand with both his broom, to the pillared palace of marble own, 'did I expect to find thee seated and pure gold-from the scone cap, to by any fire in the vale of Ae, save one the jewelled bonnet-from the hod. kindled by the hand of Rachel Rodan. dan-gray joufs, to the silken gown, "Truly, my son,' said the old man, that could stand alone with crisped * but thou forget'st that I am old, and gold, and whose meanest breadth was blind, and feeble ; short is the way I worth a baron's land-have I ever seen can travel now. Ah! thou thinkest song cherished and esteemed. I have on the days when, with thee on my opened with my harp the den of the back, and both thy little feet in my outlaw, and the door of the wretch coat-pockets, I sat on the green hill of who grubs the dust for dirt more Glenae, and shewed thee where noble worthless still. I have stayed the castles once stood, and where gallant maiden, as she held her hand out to deeds had been done. The way from him she loved ; and the hawk, as it
came down from the cloud with a of these protracted devotions. It was no
scream on its prey. No, no; it is uncommon matter to see an audie | impossible that song can be ever dis- ence, full and overflowing, kneel
honoured -so begin, my son ; let thy down with the domestic professor, is voice be heard, and this frail harp will and then gradually diminish and di give aid, as it hath ever done. The melt away, as the supplicant beby beautiful Cameronian maiden went up came too profound or mystical for n to the old minstrel; and, taking him their slumbering minds, leaving only sx by the hand, said, with a meekness a veteran or two to welcome the com
and a melody that music could alone ing of midnight, and the conclusion E.: rival, ' Minstrel, Bernard de Avelyne, of prayer. Few were found capable it well thou knowest we honour song, of resisting the influence of sleep, on and love its professors; but my pious which interposed about the hour the father now thinks of holier themes of twelve, between the hearer's senses
for the hour is late, and the time of do- and the finishing outpouring. On the mestic devotion at hand.'
Now, my evening which Bernard de Avelyne and God forbid, my duteous maiden, said his youthful friend Ronald Rodan le the minstrel with a tone of religious gra- joined their powerful aid to augment
vity, 'that noble song should take place the thanksgiving melody-though he and precedence of nobler devotion- had a willing audience before him, but they are both the offspring of pure the Cameronian accomplished family and hallowed lips-the gifted spirit devotion with a brevity and an eloabounds in both--they are bred and quence which surprised some, glade born together, and in their deaths they dened more, and induced Hamish cannot be divided. When virtuous Machamish to whisper to his neighsong becomes mute, the tongue of true bour, Weel donegot! the gudedevotion will be dumb, and farewell man can gie's a twopenny shear, or to all that exalts and purifies the hu a threepenny shear.' man mind. Therefore, desist my son, “I never remember to have witnessed and thy voice and mine shall assist the a scene more exalting and devotional. pious father of this devout maiden, in The good old man said, let us pray,' the hymn of his choice. Mine ho- and, extinguishing the light, we all knelt noured instrument too, which in less down, each in his place, and there was religious climes has swelled the song silence for some time. I was so gracea of thanksgiving to kindle the luke- less as to lift my head and gaze for a warm, and render the word more im- moment around—the sight can never pressive, shall be laid aside the sim- be effaced, and I often recall it to assist ple melody, from lips alone, can work my meditations. The moonlight adthe good work with faithful minds.' mitted through one of the windows And passing his aged hand over his ran trembling and gleaming around face, and seating Ronald Rodan beside the room, and fell principally on the him, Bernard de Avelyne awaited the thin silvery locks and brent brow of commencement of family devotion. the Cameronian, and on the rich and
“At that period, family worship' luxuriant tresses, polished temples, and was carried to a length in the mansion long and round and swan-white neck of Lillycross, which rendered it op- of his beauteous daughter. I never pressive to youth, and penitential to beheld her that she seemed so lovely, persons in years. Psalms were sung though her face was half-veiled by the of a length, and with a fervour, cap- abundance of her locks and her deable of taming down the most gifted vout attitude. A stream of moonlight, voices ; and prayers of a controversial more dim and wavering, reached to nature and historical character suc the ancient harper and his brother ceeded, which commonly lasted while minstrel, and showed the feebleness memory could quote, from the litigi- of old age, and the bloom and freshous labours of the church, the name ness of youth, bowing their foreheads and deeds of some strange sect, and reverently to the floor, and maintain exclude it from grace. The infliction ing their
posture as moveless as forms of such devotional penance, on a fan of marble. The rest of the audience mily comprehending bondmen and were little more than visible amid the bondwomen, often drove some of the subdued light in the remoter parts of less severe to indulgencies, which, at the house, and a faint and fitful glimleast, counterbalanced all the wonders mering of embers, along the floor Vol. VIII.
showed the upland reapers grouped Mary Logan with Luke Morehead, together in a grotesque heap, abiding and the birth-time of an only child, a the coming prayer with something of daughter, was written in the same that wonder and apprehension with hand. Many years elapsed till the which a flock of sheep huddle together same hand, in a mueh more feeble and await the approach of a strange style, noted the decease of Luke Moreanimal. I could not help feeling how head, and an interval of seven years worthy such a scene was of the divine recurred till a hand of a more slender hand of a modern Raphael-if the and elegant fashion recorded the deearth is ever to be blest with his equal cease of Mary Logan; but it was tand to the meditation of William written without any display of penAllan I commit the subject. With manship--and I thought I could disa something of a superstitious feeling, I cover in the same hand, but traced thought the moonlight singled out the with exceeding pale ink, the name of most devout and lovely subjects; and, Mary Macmukle. To the cricket had it fallen on the mild and benignant murmur of the brook, I thought some person of Marion Morehead, with her thing of a bolder note was added ; and hands dropped in humility and resig- as I laid aside the Bible to listen, 1 nation, and her head slightly bowed, distinctly heard the low sound of soft I would have reckoned it meant to and melting music. The door of my shine on none but the holy and the room opened into the farm-yard; and fair.
though it had all th ostentatious se “ The moon had not yet descended curities of bolts and bars, they had on the green pasture mountains of the seldom or ever been used : à simple parish of Keir, and her slaunt and latch was all the hindrance, and I soon uninterrupted light streamed full over found myself on the moonlight green, the brown heathy uplands of Dale with the whole establishment of the swinton, the ancient residence of the Cameronian reposing in the silent noble Comynes, and the scarcely-less light before me. The music, less aumoble Maxwells; and, dipping the dible in the open air, was still distinct groves of Glenae half down their stems enough for me to pursue it by; and, in silvery gold, fell with undivided after examining the barn, where reap splendour on the grounds and man érs were stowed like sacks of corn in & sion of Lillycross. A small chamber, granary, and the stable where the capable of containing only a bed, and ploughmen maintained a kind of a chair, and a shelf or two, on which sleeping rivalry, in sound resembling lay a few devotional books, was my the subdued murmur of the bagpipe, place of repose ; it had been construct. I eame before the remains of an old and ed for the mother of Marion More time-worn structure, and from thence head, when the increasing number of I found the music came. This build her grand-children rendered a place of ing, in former times, had been conseclusion, for a person of her devout structed as a defence against the hasty disposition, necessary. It was built incursions of the old lords of the too, on the sunny side of the house winged spur,' and the warlike Jarand a honey-suckle or two, with some dines of Annandale. It had been long verdant shrubs, still shot along its denuded of its corner turrets of defence; front--and, in summer time, depended and its ancient roof of square and masin fragrant bunches over the diminu- sy oak, covered with a tiling of flat tive window and door. While I sat whinstone, which nearly, equalled a on the bed-side examining a curious solid arch, had submitted to a coverdistaff, with a ring or two of ivory or- ing of brown heath. Instead of the namenting its extremities, all domestie corslets, and the gold, and the costly sounds died around me, and all that re- dresses of the times of feud and skaith, mained to betoken motion, was the gen. it contained less ostentatious treasures. tle chink, chink, of the passing rivulet The lower storey, vaulted with solid among its margin pebbles. A black freestone, secured by a heavy iron print Bible, of the period of Queen door, and bordered all around with Mary, with oaken boards, curiously cribs of stone for "feeding cattle, was, flourished with silver mounting, next as of old, in possession of the fourobtained my attention ; and, on its footed race; for about forty fine cows title-page, in a rude but intelligible lay chewing the cud, and ruminating hand, was registered the marriage of over the remains of a supper of rich
clover. I proceeded under this gloomy separate and characteristic posture. Svault to the foot of a small turret The Cameronian maiden, with her h! stair, which ascended to the upper lily hands folded over her bosom, 1 storey, affording, with the watchful her face bowed in meek and gentle ni precaution of hostile times, room only composure, and her bright and modest il for one person at a time. The music eye turned on the old man like a virá
came down this aperture; and, as I. gin contemplating the statue of her
stood for a moment to listen, it chang- patron saint, and the enthusiastic la ed from a gentle to a more warlike youth, Ronald Rodan, with his hands
note, as if from truce to battle; and locked in delight, his whole face dilate It a horse, whose nerves were of a mar- ed into unsummable joy, and his dark og in tjal kind, hailed it with a stamp and deep eyes radiant with moisture
a suppressed neigh. I inserted myself formed such a pair as never listened '1 into this spiral crevice, and, winding before to the strain of a rude harper, f with the winding of the stair, gradu- since minstrelsy in Scotland fell from gally and gently obtained a sight of the its proud estate. The minstrel hima is upper chamber, and all that it contain- self gladdened as he came along the ited. Something between a couch and a current of almost forgotten song; but die bed was placed in the middle ; several it was that grave gladness which our dari antique carved chairs of oak still maine noble statuary would conceive were he ale tained the look of former grandeur; making (and may the day be far dishet but cheeses and fleeces, however sa tant !) the sta of Scotland's divinest , voury the one, and snow-white the bard. For some time he had added + other, were poor substitutes for the his voice to the music of his harp, and
burnished corslets, and crested hel- it would be well did my memory remets, of the days of chivalry. On the tain as faithfully the song of the poet side of this couch sat the old border as the picture of himself and his audio
harper, Bernard de Avelyne, with his ence still lives and breathes before me. hotel white socks thrown back, his bald and I am perhaps too imperfectly acquaint
high brow upraised, and, with both ed with Lowland legendary lore, which
hands extended, “harping melodious,' is so dark and so bright with the anthem till roof and wall resounded. The cient and disastrous feuds which wastus d music of his harp, too, was accompan- ed the strength of the noble families
ied by that of his voice, which, over- of Maxwell and Morison, Johnstone coming the impediments of age, rival and Jardine, to enable me to illustrate led, in depth and melody, the note of the mutilated poem of the border bard. his instrument. I gazed on this im- It seemed (for 'the stream of the tale pressive sight, and I cannot say my bad run far ere I had the fortune to heart kept its regular beat, when come) that the lords of Nithsdale and seated near the harper, I observed my Glenae, and the knights of CloseCameronian Mary, and Ronald Rodan, burn, Caerlaverock, and Glencaim, had listening to his minstrelsy with the marched with the flower of the Nithsmotionless repose of creatures changed dale youth against the eastern warto stone. Through an arrow-hole, riors, who had made an inroad on the the moon, now near the summit of roebucks of Durisdeer, and were pura Blackwood hills, streamed into the suing their prey, like the Percy of old, room, and let fall its contracted beam in contempt of the lords of Nithsdale. full on the three forms each in their
The poet had conducted the low-country warriors from Glenae and Dalswinton among the forests of Closeburn and Morton, and left them to follow the course of a gentler warrior, who, in the disguise of a page, and with an armed minstrel, was following the fortunes of Allan, Lord of Morison.
She marked the battle's gory press,
Wherz, all disorderlie, “LADY Morison rode by hill and dale, , The plumed helms waved to and fro,
Till she came where sweet Nith flows Like the heavings of the sea ; From her mountains free, and there she And the startled fawns their soft hoofs weet clamb
In life's blood flowing free. A hill through herds of roes.
3. She heard the alarm horns sounding loud, Kirkpatrick's helm, Lord Maxwell's plume, The clang of full drawn bows,
Her hurrying glance could know ; With the rush of mailed men, and saw And the gleaming of Lord Johnstone's blade,
She saw Lord Herries hurrying where When through Lord Morison's bosom mail, The arrows drove like snow,
With fierce and fiery speed, And every time his broad blade fell, The arrow sank, and the red blood sprang, An armed head sink low.
And stained his bright steel weed ; 4. Again she gazed, and her golden lace
And down he sank on the gory sward, She slacked for room to breathe ;
Like a tree of the green wood, Lord Allan she saw, and helmed heads That's poisoned by the wind of Heaven, His courser's feet beneath,
l' the breaking o' the bud. And his brandished war-axe smiting low
13. The objects of his wrath.
Sore toiled with the shock of war, and bathed 5.
In sweat, and smeared with blood,
Lord Johnstone came from the battle-press, • I'd walk the world's remotest nook,
To taste Nith's silver flood. Where the ocean sweeps the land,
His bow and his brand he has laid on the And give the green vale of Glenae For a foot of rock and sand,
grass, To have thee in a wilderness,
And has bared his brow so brave; With bill, or bow, or brand ;
And his plumed helmit he held to his lips, And seek from heaven to airt no blow,
Full of the clear cold wave, But leav't to mortal hand.'
Lady Morison leapt from her palfrey light, 6. • Have then thy wish, Lord Johnstone said, She bent her bow, and a cloth yard shaft,
All crimson was her hue; And count this river clear Earth's farthest bourne--these ranks of Lord Johnstone thought of his lady's arms,
To her neck of snow she drew.
As he home rejoicing drew, A desart dark and drear,
When the chord clanged shrill, as the And that buglet's note, thy raven's croak, Our deadly strife to cheer ;'
And swift the arrow flew; He said, and shook his battle blade,
And where the gold gorget clasped his neck, And spurred to full career.
The bright point started through. 7.
15. I have seen two whirlwinds meet, and sweep Through a press of lances, crashing round, To heaven the golden grain ;
And the clank of bill and brand, The levin flash i' the clouds, ere fell
Lord Allan they bore, and they laid him The thunder drops of rain ;
down Yet nought so fiery, dread, and fierce,
On the grass by sweet Nith sand; As the meeting of those twain.
And there were gallant heads hung low, 8.
And many a mournful eye I saw their agitated plumes
Came and dropt a tear, then flew to the press Their brands aloft in air
Of battle thickening nigh. The gleam of their mail-coats carved with
They turned his face to the tread of men, Their mantles flaunting fair
That shook the river shore ; Their rushing steeds, whose fiery eyes, His face was bright with a gloomy smile, In the conflict seemed to share ;
For a moment and no more ; But ere I got another glance,
On high he saw his raven grim, Lord Jonstone's saddle was bare.
Through ranks resistless bore, 9.
And his gallant squires of Glenae ride Small was his harm, though his bosom mail
To the saddle laps in gore. Did a brand's deep dinting show ;
17. The burning steel, and the gleaming gold, Lady Morison came like a fair-haired page, Had caught a crimson hue ;
With bow and broad sword bright; And the yellow broom, whereon they stood, Scarce stained was her foot with the gory Had a red blood drop or two.
For she came like the falcon's flight; Ralph Jardine, from sweet Annan's bank, She put an arm round Lord Allan's neck, Red o'er with anger grew;
Like a wreath of Criffel snow; A burnished bow of the tempered steel,
“ ()! I have a soft and a cunning hand, To the silver tips he drew,
Can cure thee of thy woe." And the broad shaft kindled i' the point,
18. So fast and fierce it flew.
With many a soft and a gentle touch, 11.
And prayer and word of cheer, Lord Johnstone stood like the stricken pine, She wooed the bitter shaft from the wound, 'Neath the tempest's fiery sweep;
Then turned to Heaven her clear And doomed like a ripened ear of corn, And snowy brow--and to her there came The sickles whet to reap,
A grave and a holy seer.